Hogwarts: This wizard wants to improve too much

"Adrian, please stay for a while. The teacher has something to tell you!"

After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Ethan was about to leave the classroom when he heard the voice behind him. He looked at Quirrell in confusion. What was he up to? He should have nothing to do with Quirrell.

"Students, please leave first. The teacher has something to discuss with Adrian alone.

Looking at the other students who stopped beside Ethan, Quirrell could only speak again.

"I'll catch up soon, you go to the classroom and wait for me."

Ethan was not afraid of Quirrell doing anything. As long as Dumbledore was still in Hogwarts, he would not have the courage to do anything.

Besides, this was just a low-health Voldemort, and it was not certain how much strength he could exert. If they really fought, Ethan would not be afraid.

"Professor Quirrell, why did you ask me to stay here alone?"

There were only two people left in the classroom. Ethan activated his brain occlumency and looked directly at Quirrell.

Although he looked down on Quirrell and Voldemort was now at low health, he still had to be serious. There were many cases of failures.

""Student Adrian, no... don't be nervous!"

Quirrell looked at Ethan, who had a serious face, and said with a stammer.

"I'm not nervous, Professor Quirrell, what's the matter? I have to go to class."

"I am also a graduate of Ravenclaw, and you did what I... I didn't dare to do at the beginning. The teacher wants to reward you!"

Seeing that Ethan didn't give him face and didn't like him, Quirrell had no choice but to get straight to the point.

Once upon a time, he was also an outstanding student of Ravenclaw and a professor loved by students, but now all the little wizards disliked him, and Ethan in front of him was the best among them.

After so many classes, Quirrell also knew who was the first to cast the Bubble Head Curse and spread it to the whole class.

Now this spell has spread to seven grades, causing every time he teaches, there are celestial dragons in the class.

The culprit of everything is the guy in front of him.

This also makes Quirrell feel for Ethan. He didn't have a good impression of Ethan, but he had to pretend that the teacher was optimistic about him because of the request of his boss behind him.

Ever since he knew that Ethan could beat five seniors in the first year, Voldemort determined that Ethan was definitely a good candidate for a Death Eater.

Then he began to prepare for the current scene.

As for the fact that Ethan was a Muggle-born wizard, Voldemort actually didn't care about this at all. He was purely based on strength.

The reason why he promoted himself as a pure-blood was because he needed the power of pure-bloods in the early stage, and he needed to take in those pure-bloods as dogs in the later stage. He himself was a half-blood.

"No thanks, Professor!"

Teacher's reward, this plot Ethan had seen a lot in his previous life.

But you, Quirrell, are not a teacher with blonde hair, big waves, thin waist and long legs, what kind of reward is there.

If you really have this idea, you might as well go back and let the senior sister reward you.

""Stupid guy, give him the things quickly!"

Voldemort behind Quirrell couldn't stand it anymore. Didn't he understand how Quirrell looked in the eyes of the little wizards? He was still pretending to be a fool.

If he really ruined his plan, he would be worse off than dead.

"Got it, Master!"

Faced with Voldemort's words, Quirrell dared not disobey.

"This is the loot that the teacher got when he was traveling...traveling before. It records a lot of...magical knowledge, as well as the pass to the restricted area. Now I hand it over to you. I hope it will be useful to you."

As he said, Quirrell handed a piece of paper and a notebook to Ethan.

These two things were specially prepared by Voldemort for Quirrell to lure Ethan into the trap.

If you want to fish, you have to make a nest!

Voldemort has been around for so long that he naturally knows what the little eagles of Ravenclaw like.

They pursue knowledge, especially forbidden knowledge.

So he gave the black magic and the pass to the restricted area. Such bait will definitely satisfy Ethan.

As long as he learns the black magic in the notebook and goes to the restricted area to read the forbidden knowledge, it will be difficult for Ethan not to fall. These are all negative emotions.

At that time, he can easily harvest a little Death Eater by guiding him.

Quirrell was guided by him in this way. Although he is a little worse, he is still a useful container after all.

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell. I do need a pass to the Restricted Area."

After thanking him, Ethan took the things and left.

Although Quirrell was not a good person, he was still a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the pass to the Restricted Area he signed was still useful.

Ethan had been in school for such a long time, but he had not been to the Restricted Area. After all, many books were collected by Dumbledore, and he might not gain anything by going there. There were still many books in the Ravenclaw library that Ethan was interested in, but he had not read them thoroughly. Why bother to visit the Restricted Area at night?

Now that he had a pass, he could go to the Restricted Area when he had time.

Walking on the road, Ethan casually flipped through the notebook in his hand.

He found that it was full of some black magic, but it seemed that there was no Unforgivable Curse, as well as advanced black magic such as the Fiery Flame Curse and the Fire Escape.

Moreover, the handwriting on the notebook was very new, as if it had just been written, especially the last few pages, which could be said to have been rushed out last night.

What about the previous spoils of war? Just fool the devil!

……

Charms Classroom

"Ethan, what did Professor Quirrell say to you alone?"

Terry was the gossiper in the dormitory, and he asked Ethan the moment he saw him.

"I was given a notebook, plus a note to enter the restricted area. Why are you interested?"

There is nothing to hide about this matter, because Quirrell himself did not hide it.

Dumbledore did not need to pay attention to this, Snape, who was watching Quirrell, would tell him

"What notes?"

Michael also turned his head. A professor's notes still have some value, even if the professor is Quirrell.

Some young wizards think he has the ability, but just don't want to teach.

"It's all black magic, do you want to see it?"

"Never mind. This is what Professor Quirrell gave you.���, I won't read it, you should also be careful."

After a long silence, Michael still refused. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Dark magic has certain side effects, he doesn't think he can handle it now, and Hogwarts is still very averse to dark magic.

If he is exposed to know dark magic, then he will probably not be able to survive in the wizarding world as a Muggle wizard, and both sides will not like him.

"I feel like Professor Quirrell has bad intentions. Senior students even speculated that his soul might have been replaced by someone using black magic, so you have to be careful. Maybe he is targeting you, because you are more handsome and younger than Quirrell."

Terry whispered the gossip he heard.

"I will pay attention"[]

After being reminded by Terry, Ethan also noticed this.

Voldemort, this bastard, couldn't he really want to possess himself?

First he used dark magic to lure himself into the trap, making him frequently go to Quirrell, and then Voldemort showed up to PUA Dun, making him believe that he could bring power or something, and take the opportunity to possess himself?

What a good idea!

If it were an ordinary little wizard, especially one from Slytherin, Voldemort might really succeed.

But Ethan could only say that Voldemort was overthinking.

If he dared to do this, Ethan would not mind setting him back to the Albanian forest in advance with a fire.

At this time, there was still some time before class.

Cassandra suddenly stood up and came to Ethan in front of everyone's eyes:

"Ethan, come out with me!"

Ethan didn't ask the reason, and walked out with Cassandra.

The young wizards who stayed in the classroom looked at this scene with envy, especially the Slytherin side, who stared at Ethan with envy, jealousy and hatred. If eyes could kill, Ethan would have died thousands of times.

In Europe and the United States, there is no such term as premature love. Anyway, it is not uncommon for primary and secondary school students to fall in love.

And Cassandra is very popular in Slytherin. She has exquisite looks, extraordinary talents, and a good family. There is no one more attractive than her, but she is too outstanding and no one dares to find her.

In the past, when Cassandra came into contact with Ethan from time to time, they all wanted to beat Ethan and let Ethan stay away from their Slytherin flower, but they didn't dare to do it because of Ethan's reputation as a genius.

Now that Ethan has fought five people alone, they dare not do it.

So now they can only be angry but not speak. At a corner outside the spells classroom, Cassandra gathered her hair and looked at Ethan with a cold face:

"Do you remember that you promised me your request?"

"You mean the wizard duel?"

Ethan only remembered agreeing to this request, and it had been a month or two, so he thought she had forgotten it!

"That's right, that's it, just remember it!"

Cassandra nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that Ethan had kept this in mind.

"There's no need for that!"

Ethan sighed. He was already one against five, and Cassandra still wanted to duel? Although she was very talented, she was old and not as good as him. If she faced five seniors, she would definitely be defeated instantly.

The gap was obvious at a glance.

"You promised me."

Cassandra looked at Ethan seriously.

She could naturally hear what Ethan meant. In fact, she had the same idea.

From the moment they met at Flourish and Blotts, Cassandra had been comparing them secretly.

Ethan had been suppressed on the Hogwarts Express.

She thought she still had a great chance of winning, but the environment limited her performance.

After arriving at Hogwarts and starting classes, Cassandra found that Ethan's strength was indeed a little better than hers, but there was still a chance to catch up, so she made such a request.

She had not planned to fulfill it so quickly.

In her plan, the best opportunity was in the second grade.

During the summer vacation, she would let her father make up for her lessons at home, so that she would have a chance of winning.

But not long ago

, Ethan's performance was too explosive, which made Cassandra feel that there was no hope for at least the next two or three years. The gap was too big to catch up in the short term, and she could only fight in the later stage.

So she thought about trying how big the gap between the two was.

And comforted herself that she could still find another opportunity to compete in the future, and there was no need to care about the temporary win or loss.

"Okay, you tell me the time and place."

Ethan felt that if he refused now, Cassandra might cry.

"We'll meet at 10pm tonight in the trophy display room, bring your wand!"

Cassandra pointed at a small section of the wand sticking out of Ethan's pocket. She didn't want to hear Ethan say that he forgot to bring his wand.

Ethan looked down and realized that Cassandra was talking about a wand. He thought it was a stick just now!

His wand was longer than that of most people, and his pocket couldn't hold it at all.

"No problem, I'll be there!"

Ethan was about to go back to the classroom with Cassandra.

But just as he turned the corner, he was startled by the scene in front of him. At least a dozen little wizards from the four academies were squatting here and eavesdropping.

When they saw Cassandra and Ethan coming out, they immediately swarmed into the classroom. Are they all so gossipy?

Ethan and Cassandra looked at each other and walked into the classroom. They found that there were quite a few people talking about

"You said Ethan wanted to duel with Cassandra, who would win?"

"Of course Ethan wins!"

"You know what? Do you know what duel was on that night? Cassandra was definitely in the upper hand!"

"Bro, tell me what the duel was like tonight, in detail!"

"Come on, let's go over there and talk it out."

Cassandra's face gradually turned red as she listened to the increasingly crooked conversation inside. She really just wanted a wizard duel!