The Comprehension Is Against The Sky, And The Forbidden Curse Is Deduced In Hogwarts

Quirrell walked slowly with his head down.

As if thinking about something.

It doesn't seem to have noticed Charlie's existence.

The broken steps and murmurs were extremely abrupt in this silent night.

finally.

Jon raised his head when he was five meters away from Charlie.

After seeing Charlie, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and then he nodded in a friendly manner.

"Student Charlie Potter...it's so late...haven't you returned to the dormitory to rest?"

Quirrell stuttered.

Slowly.

I don't see any problem at all.

For a moment, even Charlie felt that the process had been changed.

Quirrell knew Charlie, and at the sorting ceremony today, almost everyone knew that Harry had an older brother named Charlie.

The boy who gave the Sorting Hat a headache.

"Hello, teacher. It's my first day at Hogwarts, and I can't sleep."

During the conversation.

Charlie's perception immediately dissipated.

Strangely, there was no feedback.

Then there are only two situations.

One was that Voldemort wasn't parasitic on Quirrell.

The other was Voldemort's ability to bypass his own sentience probes.

"Student Charlie, as a teacher at Hogwarts..."

"I need to remind you, Hogwarts at night...you can't wander around like this."

Quirrell smiled slightly.

The tone is kind.

Although stuttering, Charlie seemed concerned.

A kind teacher's sincere concern for students.

Did the timeline or something change?

Charlie was a little depressed.

Not quite right, he still wears a hood.

Serious people who bring this thing.

Quirrell is the first big enemy that younger brother Harry will face this year.

Of course Charlie didn't have much of an idea to fend off everything for Harry.

Many things still need to be faced by himself.

But then again.

If these so-called villains don't have eyes to mess with themselves, it's another matter.

Think here.

Charlie intends to find out about this Quirrell first.

"Okay, teacher, let me explain."

Charlie suddenly whispered.

"kindness?"

When Quirrell heard this, he raised his head slightly, somewhat puzzled.

"Teacher, I seem to see the principal wandering outside at night today."

"I followed it out of curiosity."

"guess what?"

Charlie pulled his throat.

"Student Charlie, following the principal is not a glorious thing."

Quirrell said with mock seriousness.

Now Charlie is a little confused.

Is this off the hook or is there really nothing wrong with it?

"However, if you encounter any problems, you can tell the teacher.

"Teacher, see if you can help me solve it."

Quirrell said seriously.

never mind.

Charlie gave up.

I don't have the heart to continue guessing riddles here with Quirrell.

It is already late at night, and I have to go back to rest early.

Just when Charlie wanted to find an excuse to leave and go straight back to the dormitory to rest.

A slight meow caught Charlie's attention.

Loris.

The cat that often roams around Hogwarts.

Argus Filch's pet.

The she-cat known as Mrs. Norris.

"Oh, classmate Charlie. I think you should leave early if you have nothing to do."

Quirrell glanced at Norris and said.

"If Mr. Filch sees you loitering outside, he will probably punish you again.

"As you may not know, Mr. Filch has always had a soft spot for corporal punishment of students.

Quirrell reminded.

"Oh, teacher. Is that the old man who looks a bit scary?"

Charlie showed a look of horror.

Quirrell looked at Charlie's appearance.

I couldn't stop laughing at the corner of my mouth.

Sure enough, he was still a child.

"Meow~meow~"

Loris took a leisurely pace.

He walked slowly past the two of them.

The arrogant little eyes glanced at Charlie for a while, and then stopped looking at them.

Quirrell shrugged.

Indicates that the cat has always looked like this.

Has a special status at Hogwarts.

Charlie looked up suddenly.

Smiled at Quirrell.

Quirrell smiled back.

Suddenly.

Mrs. Norris turned sharply.

It would have been around Quirrell's back.

Now face Quirrell's back directly, staring at Quirrell's garlic head.

rotate.

jump.

All in one go.

Norris threw herself directly at the back of Quirrell's head.

Just now when the cat Loris was looking at Charlie.

He has been possessed by Charlie's soul unconsciously.

Just like Charlie had the owl before.

This is his unique ability.

Of course, Quirrell didn't sense it at all.

Originally, Charlie already wanted to give up the temptation and go back to sleep directly.

Mrs. Norris suddenly appeared, so I took advantage of it.

Quirrell didn't seem to notice Loris' abnormality.

He is looking at Charlie.

Nothing unusual.

On the nick of time.

Quirrell's head seemed to be tilted forward a little bit.

A gleam flashed in Loris' eyes.

really.

Still being possessed.

I can't help it.

Instinctively backed away.

After all, the back of the forehead was Voldemort's face.

What a proud man Voldemort was, how could he face a cat's paw without reacting at all.

But at the moment he doesn't know.

Cats are not cats.

The cat is Charlie.

Slip it.

Mrs. Norris lay directly on the back of Quirrell's forehead.

.

Pull back directly with your hands.

"Oh, Loris, please come down. Please don't be so kind?"

"Please, it's not fun."

"If you don't come down again, I'm going to speak to Mr. Filch."

"Loris!"

Quirrell was in a hurry.

But the cat possessed by Charlie firmly hooked the back of Quirrell's forehead.

Quirrell's final tone changed a bit.

If it wasn't for Charlie, it would be right around the corner.

It is very possible that Quirrell will cast a spell and kill the cat directly.

"Mr. Quirrell. What's wrong with you, do you need help?"

Charlie asked anxiously from the side.

"Oh no, Charlie, thank you, I can handle it myself."

Quirrell waved his hand quickly, signaling Charlie not to approach.

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

Another cat's paw thump.

"Teacher, you are welcome, I will help you.

Charlie couldn't help it.

The expression on his face made Quirrell feel a little moved.

Anxious, worried, cut.

As if Quirrell was his elder.

"Charlie, I really don't need it, thank you."

Quirrell said through gritted teeth.

I can't live with this cat.

Norris buttoned up too tightly.

Quirrell was already a little scared.

He knows exactly who is parasited on the back of his head.

He could feel the anger now.

When they go back, they will definitely be tortured by him.

"No, sir! I can't see you like this.

Charlie said seriously.

Then Charlie raised his fist.

It directly made a huge swing, and slammed a few times in the air.

"Get away from the teacher's head!"

With a yell, Charlie punched Quirrell on the back of the head with his fist.

Quirrell was terrified, and immediately wanted to raise his hand to stop him.

But it was too late.

Charlie's physical fitness.

It is simply not comparable to those of them.

It is not too much to say that he is a melee mage with a body that has been transformed for a long time with magic power tempering.

"boom!"

¡ His fist slammed heavily on the back of the forehead.

When the fist was about to touch the back of her forehead, Loris regained her sanity immediately.

Immediately jumped aside.

The whole process took less than a second in total.

All in one go, very silky.

bang.

Quirrell fell to the ground in a daze.

His face twitched a little.

pain!

It really hurts!

Charlie, what exactly does he do, and why is he so strong.

"Ms. Quirrell! Mr. Quirrell! How are you doing?"

Charlie crouched down immediately, trying to lift Quirrell up with his hands.

I couldn't help but feel happy in my heart.

With Quirrell's current appearance, his face was suffocated into a pig's liver.

The pain caused his face to twist, but he still held on, not allowing Charlie to help him up.

Quirrell's heart was broken.

He's already in such pain, the one with the parasite on the back of his head.

What a pain to endure.

And he is straight.

Could it be that his face was smashed and paralyzed?

It's over.

Go back now and be punished.

It was hard for him to recover a little bit, being so whole by Charlie.

It is estimated that it will take a long time to go backwards.

"Charlie, you don't need to help me, please let the teacher take it easy."

"Also, thank you for your help, the teacher sincerely thanks you."

When saying thank you.

Quirrell was clearly speaking through gritted teeth.

"By the way, Teacher Quirrell wants to ask you at the end, what did you do before, and your strength seems to be a bit strong.

Quirrell closed his eyes slightly.

The expression on his face was indescribably complicated.

"Teacher, I used to go to the farm to plow the fields. Is it too hard?"

Charlie rubbed his hands together.

"Oh no, it's okay, you're a good guy."

Quirrell began to speak incoherently.

My heart is already full of galloping horses.

You are a well-prepared wizard, what did you do to plow the fields when you were young.

What is the wizard doing with so much effort?

It hurts me.

My brain is going to explode.

Charlie wanted to say something else.

In fact, I'm still thinking about how to give Quirrell another shot.

If Quirrell knew Charlie's thoughts now, he would probably be so angry that he vomited blood on the spot.

"Oh, Mrs. Norris, why have you come here alone again?"

Just when Charlie started to have some dark thoughts.

An inappropriate voice interrupted them.

Here comes Filch.

The guard who patrols Hogwarts with an oil lamp every day, hoping to save a few naughty students.

Raise the cat and control one.

"Huh?"

As Filch got closer, he spotted Quirrell and Charlie.

"What are you guys doing?"

Filch said with a gloomy face.

"You are a freshman, why do you wander around here in the middle of the night? Do you know that your behavior violated school rules..."

Filch began to read his smooth speech.

"Wait, Mr. Filch, this classmate is here to teach me about magic.

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"It's my problem. I made an appointment with him a long time ago, which caused you trouble."

Quirrell gritted his back molars and explained.

He wasn't trying to help Charlie.

It's just that he just wants to go back sooner, not to involve more people.

At that time, Filch would drag him to accuse Charlie, a bunch of troublesome things.

The more things, the easier it is to expose.

"Discuss learning? Mr. Quirrell, your timing is a bit out of date."

Filch stared at the two suspiciously.

Just as he was about to inquire further, Loris let out a meow.

A few jumps and ran out again.

"Oh my God. Mrs. Norris, please stop hanging out by yourself.

Filch panicked.

He was very disturbed that he could not find Norris.

"Mr. Filch, go see Mrs. Norris as soon as possible.

Quirrell reminded.

finally.

Filch stared at Charlie and Quirrell for a few moments.

I still couldn't hold back, and went to chase Loris first.

Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowed down a bit.

Get up with difficulty.

Leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

Charlie tried to help him, but Quirrell stopped him with a wave.

Quirrell was in pain.

While in pain, he had to put on a kind smile to deal with Charlie.

"Okay, Charlie, thanks for your help."

"I think it's almost time now, you have to go back and rest."

"After all, coming to Hogwarts, the most important thing is to study magic, don't you think so?"

Quirrell suggested.

Charlie's face was still full of concern.

"Oh, kind boy, the teacher is fine, don't worry."

Quirrell looked at Charlie's expression and felt that Charlie was still worried about him.

Again he affirmed.

"All right."

Charlie said reluctantly.

Quirrell waved his hand immediately, saying goodbye.

My heart is already chanting crazily.

Go away.

Stop nagging me.

I really can't stand the pain.

Charlie took three steps and turned his head twice.

Some reluctantly left.

certainly.

His reluctance to give up is more that he still hasn't played enough.

Just one punch is not enough.

That's dear Voldemort.

Ten years ago, Charlie had an indissoluble bond with him.

Meet this time.

Voldemort should be very "excited".

Quirrell kept staring at Charlie's departing figure.

There is still a smile on the face, don't worry, the teacher is fine.

Until Charlie does go away.

Quirrell's face darkened.

The few left quickly.

Quicken your pace.

Finally ran straight up.

Those ghosts on the road, etc., just wanted to say hello, but found that Quirrell had disappeared.

"It's really strange, what happened to Teacher Jiluo today.

A ghost murmured while lying on the window.

What's wrong?

Of course it hurts.

Charlie's punch was a full punch after accumulating power.

It is estimated that the giant monster will be stunned when it encounters it.

finally.

Quirrell returned to the residence.

His residence is in a hidden part of Hogwarts.

There was no one around.

He slammed the door shut.

Quirrell's face contorted again.

"Hiss, it really hurts!"

He quickly untied his hood.

"Master, master!"

Quirrell called softly.

What worried him most was what happened to Voldemort.

"Owner!"

Quirrell exclaimed.

No way.

won't be punched by this...

Did it crash?

"Shut up... your mouth!"

A hoarse voice came.

Quirrell's hanging heart was finally relieved.

It's fine.

"Master, you, how are you, does it hurt?"

Quirrell asked cautiously.

Cold sweat was streaming down.

"It doesn't hurt."

Voldemort said coldly.

That's his face, he can't admit being fooled by a kid.

"That's good, as expected of the master."

"To tell you the truth, that kid's strength is really great, I was almost stunned."

Quirrell still has lingering fears remembering that feeling.

"do not talk."

Voldemort's tone was very impatient.

Quirrell closed his mouth resentfully.

He couldn't see behind.

If he took a look at the back of his head with a mirror at this time.

You will regret the caring greetings just now.

Voldemort's face at the moment.

There is no human form anymore.

Of course he was originally parasitic on the back of Quirrell's head, just inhuman.

but now.

Visibly more distorted.

Miserable should be used as a more appropriate summary.

a whole face.

Like a deflated rubber ball, it was sunken in the back of the head.

His entire face was bluish purple.

A blood vessel bursts.

Like surviving an explosion.

The worst part is that Voldemort has been holding back until now.

Can't make a sound.

can not breathe.

All the pain can only be admitted silently.

In the end, he carried everything alone.

"Charlie!"

Voldemort's eyes were dark, and there seemed to be endless resentment.

ten years.

meet again.

I didn't expect you to show me a lot of love when I met alone again. .