This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Quirrell knew he was being taken advantage of.

But fortunately, Ollivander's quality is still guaranteed.

Although this wand is not as easy to use as before, the difference is not too big.

After a transformation spell, the shape will be carved exactly like the broken one.

All the grievances he had just experienced disappeared in this moment.

"Knock knock——"

He stood up and opened the office door, and Fred and George squeezed in with smiling faces.

"Hello, professor."

The dialogue, which was full of a strong sense of instant vision, gave Quirrell an inexplicable feeling of bad premonition.

Without the twins opening their mouths, Li, who squeezed in from behind, said, "Professor, we all want to learn some magic to deal with dark wizards."

Quirrell was a little confused.

Because Voldemort knew his true thoughts through his emotions.

They are here to crack down on counterfeiters.

Fred and George were even more unkind to him.

Quirrell, who connected everything together, couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Vincent's method was very clever, and he made sure that he did not dare to expose his magical power too much, and his character had to be timid and afraid of getting into trouble.

After he briefly demonstrated three or two incompetent spells, he was despised by all the third-year Gryffindor students.

The twins with the strongest fighting ability secretly said that this professor was useless, and that Filch could teach him some good ways to spot enemies.

Voldemort exploded again.

His subordinates are no match for even a mere squib, and the Dark Lord has lost so much face that the Mariana Trench is about to be filled.

Quirrell resisted doubts while allowing his mind to be filled with all kinds of fragrant smells.

Difficult, too difficult.

"Professor, are you talented?"

"D-of course."

"Quirinas, kill them!"

He raised his new wand and cast a half-assed Ironmail Charm.

George's eyes widened, "Wow, it's very impressive!"

Fred smacked his lips, "It's an unbreakable spell."

Voldemort guessed what they were going to do.

I'm afraid I'm going to lose this face today.

"Professor, can we test the strength?"

Tolerance must be tolerated.

No evil spells were used, just a simple stun spell knocked him away.

"Oops, the professor fainted~"

Quirrell woke up instantly.

"Hey, the professor is awake again~"

Lee took up his stance and looked like he was going to continue.

Quirrell smiled awkwardly, "I-I still have something to do."

The twins opened the door politely, "We're really sorry for disturbing your precious time."

Outside, something seemed to be waiting for him.

"No-it's okay."

Even though the flood was raging, Quirrell left in despair.

"You are right." Li pouted at his back, "He is just a parallel importer. I would rather let Filch be the professor." "

"You have to save some face for him." George spread his hands, "He is a professor after all. At most, he will just sleep after class."

"That makes sense."

Before he could get far, Quirrell stumbled and almost fell down hard.

While he was cursing in his heart, he was still undergoing various "education" from Voldemort.

For example, just be high-profile and knock down these little lions one by one.

Another example is to directly take a knife and give him seven or eight different evil curses.

"Master, there is still half a month left -"

"coward!

Now even the magic stone can't calm the anger in my heart! "

Quirrell had to comfort Voldemort.

But when he reached the corner of the second floor, his left foot seemed to have stepped on something.

Slippery, he lost his footing in an instant.

He rolled all the way to the dungeon and was covered in bruises.

Hearing the noise, Snape walked out of the office and met a pair of resentful eyes.

"Ah - I was so careless." Quirrell straightened the loose long scarf on his forehead.

Snape came to him with narrowed eyes.

"Quirinas, don't say you were attacked by a mysterious man again."

"No, I didn't - didn't pay attention to my steps."

Snape glanced from top to bottom and focused on the edge of the steps.

He walked straight forward, but only caught a handful of air.

coincide?

"You're in big trouble, Quirinus."

He had a look of gloating, which made Quirrell take a breath immediately.

If this happened normally, I probably wouldn't have fallen so hard.

This morning and just now turned out to be an attempt to upset myself.

Dirty, really dirty.

Snape shook off his robes and went directly back to the office.

Quirrell, who stayed where he was, was trying to persuade him in his mind.

"Master, please put out the fire."

"Quirinus, I want that mudblood—"

"Ah? Why?"

"I'm going to dig out his brain with my own hands!"

Voldemort tried to calm down.

But the unabashed contempt of many Gryffindor students made his anger even more intense.

In the third-year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff class, Quirrell was so forced that he almost couldn't help but take action.

Sleep, really sleep.

Even if there were only a few people, he would force himself to hold back without deducting points.

This weak image must be maintained.

Halfway through the class, the honest little badgers no longer respected him as before.

In a certain Slytherin and Ravenclaw class, he could clearly feel the students' contempt.

Voldemort was so angry that he cursed throughout the class.

Originally, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors changed every year, and the quality of teaching was already a mixture of good and bad.

We talked about zombies this semester, but when the professor changes next semester, we’ll talk about zombies again.

The grievances accumulated by the students over the years have reached the point of exploding at the first glance.

Friday.

Quirrell looked at the first-year students in the audience and announced the self-study class.

In normal classes, all kinds of humiliation cannot be escaped.

Vincent, who had been secretly paying attention to the podium, saw that he was still so aggrieved, and felt as happy as a hunter who sees his prey stepping into a trap.

Ever since that day, when the twins who didn't know as much as Hermione passed by, Quirrell still thought it was the four of them who wanted to expose him.

Voldemort was clearly not a born master of Legilimency.

Even if it is, it is far from the level where the person far away in the United States can know the thoughts of everyone around him just by standing there.

Quirrell didn't know that Dumbledore was going to mess with him, and Voldemort didn't know that Vincent was going to mess with him.

Quirrell knew that Vincent wanted to mess with him, but Voldemort didn't know why he wanted to mess with Quirrell.

The only way to find out is to catch one of the four and use Legilimency to hack into the brain.

But once they do this, Quirrell and Voldemort will be completely exposed.

Vincent stretched, stood up and twisted his neck.

As soon as he stood up, Quirrell felt an ominous feeling.

"Professor, I have a problem with my studies."

"Oh, it's - what is it?"

"Are vampires scary?

I mean-" Vincent put his hands on the desk and leaned forward slightly, "Is the one you met in Albania really scary enough to change your temperament? "

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