Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little badger have?

"Uh...I...I am……"

Quirrell obviously wouldn't think of that.

Someone would ask him directly the crux of the problem.

In fact... he hasn't completely made it up yet.

After all, according to his speculation.

Before I talked about how to defeat the resurrected zombies.

The bell should be ringing for the end of get out of class.

Then of course there is no need to make it up.

But... this student doesn't have martial ethics.

Just ask!

Quirrell was careless because he didn't dodge.

I had to make it up on the spot.

But... in a hurry.

He also couldn't make it up.

Therefore, he hesitated for a long time.

I had to be vague.

Want to fool the past

"Thing...in fact...violent...sunlight is the best weapon against...against zombies……"

"Oh...the weather is very good today, the sun is very warm……"

Quirrell brought the subject to the weather.

But...

Blake didn't pay any attention to the topic he reluctantly changed.

Instead, he continued to look at Quirrell with admiration.

"I heard that professor you had excellent grades when you were in school"

"Not long after graduation, he was rehired as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"

"You are simply my role model!"

"Oh...is...is it...you...you are exaggerating."

Quirrell was already a little unable to deal with Black.

Hermione looked at Black suspiciously.

She didn't understand what this guy was doing. Everyone knew that this guy's teaching skills were not good.

She didn't understand why Black had such a look on his face. He said such disgusting words out of admiration.

Black ignored Hermione's eye roll next to him and continued his output.

"It turns out that you are a really good professor"

"I have heard from many seniors that over the years, no one has applied for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor right after graduation."

"However, those who thought they were extremely talented were all rejected!"

"Only you have been rehired! Isn't this enough to prove your excellence?"

"I think you are better than those who have applied for this position before!"

Blake's words had just finished.

Quirrell was so frightened that he almost sat down on the ground.

This is not something to say casually!

What do you mean?

Who are you alluding to?

Aren't you hurting me?!

After Voldemort graduated, he applied for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Later, the then principal Armando Dippet accepted Dumbledore's suggestion and rejected Voldemort at that time.

He said that he was too young.

Let him Give it some experience before applying...

Now Black directly said that he is better than those who applied for this position right after graduation.

Doesn't it mean that Quirrell is better than the original Voldemort?

Everyone in Quirrell is numb.

This little guy's nonsense Eight ways.

On the surface, it looks like he is praising himself.

But in fact, he is putting himself on the fire!

Since Voldemort is possessed on the back of Quirrell's head, Quirrell can be very happy with Voldemort's mood. He felt it clearly.

And just now... he clearly felt a surge of anger heading straight towards Tianling Gai.

Of course it was not his own anger.

As for whose it was, is there any need to say?

"No no no! I was a professor of muggle studies"

"I just started being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year!"

"It’s not like I was rehired as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor right after graduation!"

Quillo was so frightened that he couldn't even stutter when he spoke.

This scene can be called a medical miracle!

"So... I am completely inferior to those who have the confidence to apply for professorships just after graduation."

"Yes! Far inferior!"

After Quirrell said this, he found that Voldemort's mood was a little calmer.

Although after returning, a torture was unavoidable.

But... at least it was not that serious.

Black smiled slightly and accepted a silver coin caused by fear. Treasure chest.

There is also a golden treasure chest generated by anger.

He continues his output.

"But... Professor Quirrell"

"You obviously applied for a teaching position as soon as you graduated?"

"Although I started out as a Muggle Studies professor"

"But...this application was successful!"

"And Headmaster Dumbledore asked you to switch from a teaching position in Muggle Studies to a teaching position in Defense Against the Dark Arts"

"Doesn't this mean that your excellence has been recognized by Professor Dumbledore?"

"This is much better than those people who were rejected as soon as they applied, right?"

Blake just finished speaking.

Quirrell only felt the back of his head.

The anger that had been suppressed for a while suddenly rose again!

"Ouch! What are you doing~ Oops!"

The people of Quirrell are going crazy.

They racked their brains and finally calmed down Voldemort's anger.

This guy just said a few words and aroused Voldemort's anger again!

Tell me, why did you anger him?

You made him angry He's pissed off.

You pat your butt and leave as soon as class is over.

What should I do?

He will hold me down and make me angry.

Isn't it me?

You bastard!

Quirrell almost hates this little bastard Black right now. Damn it.

When he saw Blake's adoring expression, he wanted to slap him twice.

Then sew his mouth shut!

But he still had to force a smile to face Blake's problem.

There was no way.

He was clearly here. Praise you!

What can you do if someone praises you?!

"Thank you...thank you for your compliment"

"But...but I really can't afford it.……"

Quirrell was almost crying.

It was the one on the back of the head who was really angry.

He felt like the back of his head was burning.

Quirrell felt like the back of his head was on fire!

"Ding! Extremely angry emotions detected"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a diamond treasure chest!"

Black was overjoyed.

As expected of you, Voldemort!

The explosion rate is so high!

All of a sudden, there was a gold treasure chest.

There was also a diamond treasure chest!

As for the several silver treasure chests that Quirrell exploded, they were all added on!

"No, you can afford it!"

"No! I can't bear it……"

Quirrell glanced feebly at the time.

Because it is a large class with consecutive classes.

So now there are still 40 minutes until get out of class ends.……

"How should I spend these 40 minutes?……"

The people of Quirrell are going crazy.

"Classmate, that’s enough. Let’s go back to the previous story.……"

Quirrell couldn't help it.

He had to take a rare tough stance.

Forced to bring the topic back.

Blake smiled slightly.

He didn’t continue to pester.

A gold treasure chest and a diamond treasure chest. about there.

Just accept it as soon as you see fit.

There will be more opportunities in the future, right?

Quirrell saw that Black had finally shut up.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. it is finally over.

Although after class.

He will be punished by his master soon.

But... at least now I don't have to suffer anymore.

Voldemort was at the back of his head.

So Voldemort's mood swings were too great.

It would give him a splitting headache.

Just as Quirrell was about to continue telling his own boring story.

Put it off until the end of get out of class.

A hoarse voice appeared in his mind

"Give me control of your body……"

"Master...what do you want to do?"

"give it to me!"

"You can't be impulsive! This is Hogwarts"

"That old guy Dumbledore is always there!"

"I have sense! Give me control of your body!"

Voldemort's request cannot be refuted.

So, in the eyes of everyone,

Quirrell, who was telling a boring story, suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head and then raised it again.

The little wizard in the classroom suddenly appeared. An illusion.

That was Professor Quirrell in front of him.

His temperament seemed different!

Black's eyes lit up.

Good guy, this is Voldemort coming out!

How can that guy Quirrell have such momentum?

"Quirrell" took a deep look at Blake.

Then he suddenly smiled and said

"Those boring stories, just told. Still too boring!"

"That being the case!"

"Then let’s give it a try in practice."

"Quirrell" pulled out his wand. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

With a slight wave, the blackboard writing and pictures Quirrell had prepared before all disappeared.

Along with it, the huge podium was also moved. Got to the other side

"bring it on! Let's put aside empty theories"

"Let’s start practicing directly"

"When you meet a dark wizard outside"

"How are you going to face it!"

"I want to invite a classmate to come up"

"Then we can easily demonstrate"

"Quirrell" finished speaking.

His eyes had already fallen on Black's face.

Black felt a hint of danger in his eyes.

But... danger?

I don't believe you, Tom, dare to touch me in front of Dumbledore!

That's it! You really dare to touch me... then my wand is not bad...hard!

Then,

Blake's face showed an expression of surprise.

Then he raised his hand high

"professor! let me!"

Blake's performance.

A total fan of Quirrell.

"Quirrell" a cruel smile flashed at the corner of his mouth

"Then come up!"

"Your name is... Blake Green, right?"

"Yes! Professor Quirrell!"

"Come up!"

Blake couldn't wait to run up.

At this time, they were drowsy at first.

Then because of Blake's crazy praise of Quirrell's behavior, the little wizards got goosebumps.

Finally, they regained their energy and interest.

After all, this But the actual demonstration!

It was much more interesting than the boring story telling just now!

At this time, no one cared about why Quirrell suddenly stopped stuttering.

"So...get your wand out, kid."

"Quirrell stood in front of Black holding the wand between his two fingers.

Black glanced at Quirrell's gesture with the wand.

Mad, your gesture is so arrogant and awesome.

You still say you're not Tom?

"OK!"

Blake didn't dare to be careless.

He took out his custom wand directly.

At this time, the custom wand had been disguised as a mithril wand by Blake.

So it looked long and thick.

It was just like a small piece of iron. stick-like

"Quirrell" saw Black's wand.

He couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"So... now, let's say you're a dark wizard"

"You are about to attack me... Come on, attack me with your best spell"

"Then I will show you how to deal with it."

Blake heard this.

He still doesn't understand.

This guy wants to teach himself a little lesson!

As long as he attacks him, when he fights back, he can make himself suffer a big loss by using a little tricks! Although Maybe he doesn't dare to kill himself. But he will definitely suffer for a long time! Tsk, why is this Tom so stingy? Could it be that he has been in this state for too long, so he is getting more and more crazy? It's very possible. This point is gone..It ’s far worse than Tom who started his business.

"professor. I won't attack the spell"

"I haven't learned it yet."

Black pretended to be ashamed.

Under the podium,

Hermione's mind was full of questions.

Black couldn't attack the magic spell?

Then how did he defeat the invisible monster in the first place?

This guy has been very wrong since just now.

What on earth did he want to do?!

"fine! I'll teach you one now!"

"You can also learn from me"

"This is one of the most common spells in Defense Against the Dark Arts"

"Everyone listen to me reciting the incantation"

"Expelliarmus!"

……

Then.

Just under Blake's influence.

Harry Potter turned out to be his old enemy.

Voldemort's men.

Learned this destiny spell……

……

"Okay, are you ready?"

"Come on then!"

Black sighed softly in his heart.

In fact, he didn't understand why Voldemort was so restive this time.

According to the original work, he was holding on until the end and took action.

Why?Second-rate.

After being teased by myself for a few words.

Do you have to teach yourself a lesson?

Isn't he afraid of being exposed?

He just said he didn't know how to do magic.

Just to see if Voldemort would be impatient.

Then give up on this impulsive act.

But... obviously.

He seemed to mutter something about Voldemort's madness.

And the level of grudge

"Come on, attack me!"

"Quirrell stood there calmly.

Black held his wand.

He didn't dare to be careless.

In this case……

"Fluorescent flash!"

"Buzz!"

Black's lighting spell benefited from Gandalf's Magic Tablet.

So the bonus is 100 million abnormal points.

Others' fluorescent flashes can be used as small flashlights at most.

But his fluorescent flashes... are like flash bombs!

"Wow! my eyes!"

Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.

"Quirrell" was shocked.

On the one hand, he was shocked by Blake's perverted lighting spell.

On the other hand, it was unexpected!

He thought Blake would use the disarming spell.

But... it was a flash bomb.

"Quirrell raised his hand and cast an iron armor spell.

There was no way.

This was Quirrell's useless body after all.

Voldemort's magic power was less than one-tenth.

After his vision was briefly deprived, he had no choice but to put on the protective shield first.

In this way.

Even if He couldn't see.

Black's disarming spell couldn't hit him.

But……

"Quirrell" suddenly stiffened.

Then, the real Quirrell suddenly felt that he had regained control of his body.

But... he immediately felt a shameful feeling of pleasure... and it was very refreshing.……

"Uh-huh!"

Quirrell was not under Voldemort's control.

He immediately fell to the ground...

It was so... so good...

Black smiled and looked at Quirrell on the ground.

The magic version of the love horse kills the chicken.

Any spell can be triggered!

That of course also includes the illumination spell!

As long as you are hit by my holy light, then you will be hit by my love horse!

Of course, this is about the transmission of magic.

As long as others use the iron armor spell to block it in advance.

Then even if he was illuminated by his lighting spell, he would not be affected.

However,

Voldemort was careless.

The Iron Armor Curse was only used later.

This resulted in him being directly plotted by Black!

Of course, this It's also because there is no such outrageous skill in this world.

That's why Blake can succeed so easily.

However, this skill can control the target.

So other people in the classroom are fine.

Blake saw people in the classroom still covering their eyes..then

_……

"Not good! Professor Quirrell has relapsed!"

Quillo lying on the ground

"You are so...".