Hogwarts: This wizard wants to improve too much

"Brother, you said that this year is almost over, but Professor Quirrell hasn't had any problems yet. Is the curse that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can only teach for one year at most going to be broken?"

"Maybe! Although Professor Quirrell had an accident during the Christmas holiday, he is in good spirits, better than last semester. I guess he will break the curse and continue to teach next school year. Maybe he will be Professor Quirrell for the next seven years. I heard from seniors that no Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has been able to hold on until the final exam for many years."

"This is a curse that has lasted for decades. I heard that it was cast by a mysterious person. I have to say that although Professor Quirrell is not a good teacher, he is really capable."

"Who said it wasn't!"

"It's just that, brother, I really don't want to take Professor Quirrell's class next year, even if his exams are very simple. He has the ability to not teach us. Wouldn't our Defense Against the Dark Arts class be useless?"

"In the future! We will suffer a great loss when facing dark wizards and magical creatures."

"What are you afraid of? We can go home in the summer vacation and let our parents teach us. Only those Muggle-borns in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are really miserable. No one teaches them even if they want to learn."

After lunch, Harry, who felt the burning pain on his forehead scar, stopped and thought about it when he was about to go to the school hospital.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, Harry, I just think Professor Quirrell's class is good!"

Ron sneered at what Fischer Frey and Colby Frey said.

Professor Quirrell's class is so good. I don't need to review and I can just do my homework casually. Sometimes he will give me an encouraging smile. He is the best professor in Hogwarts.

If you want to deal with dark wizards and magical creatures, isn't it enough to have the spells taught by Professor Flitwick, the professor of the spells class?

The Frey brothers on the side looked at each other, looked at Harry and Ron who stopped, and left immediately without caring what they thought or said.

"No, maybe Ethan is right!"

Harry covered his forehead with a painful look on his face. Now he is really getting more and more uncomfortable.

After listening to Ethan's words at first, Harry did doubt Quirrell a little, and asked the seniors of Gryffindor. He found that the results were good and bad. Quirrell might really be the one who wanted to attack the Philosopher's Stone.

But Ron disagreed with this statement, and said that Professor Quirrell was a rare good professor in Hogwarts, and listed several examples.

For example, every time he met me, Quirrell would give me an encouraging smile. Isn't this kindness?

Even if we were late for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class or forgot to do our homework, we never lost points from the house. Look at what Professor Snape did.

After a series of arguments, Harry was almost convinced.

"What does Ethan know? He is also a first-year student. How could he know all this?"

Ron was a little unhappy. Why did Ethan have such good grades and why was he so good at fighting?, why do little witches like him, professors praise him, and even Harry trusts him very much.

Nothing else, just jealousy, why are all the good things his, and he is like a clown. (Ron is so jealous that he is very unhappy with Harry even when he participated in the Triwizard Tournament. He was so proud of Harry for getting a prefect.)

"The scar on my forehead hurts, this is a sign!"

"Maybe you are too nervous because of the exams recently, and now you are relaxed after the exams, so you may have a headache."

"You know the mysterious man, right!"

"I... I know"

Ron couldn't hide the fear on his face at all. His mother's brothers died because of the mysterious man's rebellion.

He didn't even dare to mention this person's name.

"You heard what I said just now. The position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is cursed by the You-Know-Who. Do you think this curse is easy to remove?"

Harry continued to ask back. He couldn't let Ron lead him this time.

The pain in his forehead was like an invisible signpost, telling him that something big was going to happen and he had to go and solve it.

"No... it's not easy!"

Ron didn't dare to talk nonsense because of his fear of Voldemort, even though he told himself that Dumbledore was the strongest.

But Dumbledore didn't solve the You-Know-Who either, and he hadn't removed the curse in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for so many years.

"Professor Quirrell hasn't triggered the curse yet. There are only two possibilities. He doesn't plan to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next year and plans to run away. The second is that he is originally from the You-Know-Who's side, so he is not afraid of the curse."

"No matter which possibility it is, Professor Quirrell will take action on the Philosopher's Stone, and my scar caused by the You-Know-Who tells me that something big is going to happen today."

"Also, why is Professor Quirrell unwilling to teach even though he has the ability?"

"That's because he is a dark wizard. Is he going to teach us how to deal with him?"

The more Harry talked, the more he felt that it was possible. Only this could explain all the suspicious points on Quirrell.

Damn, I should have noticed it earlier.

"But Professor Quirrell was badly injured during Christmas. Maybe it was caused by the curse, but he pulled through. Also, he used to teach Muggles. Muggles learn by reading from textbooks. Professor Quirrell only taught Defense Against the Dark Arts this school year. He hasn't adapted to it yet. He'll be fine next year."

Ron still felt that Professor Quirrell was not a bad person, so he could only find excuses for him as much as possible.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Seeing Harry start to run out of Hogwarts, Ron couldn't help asking behind him.

But Harry was only focused on running across the grounds and heading towards the Forbidden Forest. He didn't answer Ron's question at all.

In the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid was happily watching the dragon, which was much bigger than Fang, eating. Now Norbert, the Ukrainian Iron Belly, would eat a whole sheep, chicken, and other foods in one meal.He drank a bucket of blood brandy at a time (actually he didn't need to drink it anymore), and his body gradually became stronger.

Fortunately, Hagrid's family was rich, so he could afford it.

"Harry, is the exam over?"

Hagrid heard the noise coming from behind, turned around and saw that it was Harry, and greeted him.

"Well, it's over, I have something to ask you."

"Do you remember the day you won Norbert in a card game?"

Harry looked anxious. At the beginning, he only knew that Hagrid's winning Norbert might have been designed, but he didn't know the day he got the dragon, and he didn't think about paying attention to this.

Now if this time is the same as what he guessed, then it can be completely confirmed that Quirrell is the one who tricked Hagrid.

"It was January 27th, I still remember this."

Hagrid said affirmatively, how could he forget such an important day!

"January 27th, Ron, do you remember Snape was supposed to be a substitute teacher for a month?"

"Well, four weeks, almost a month."

Ron also remembered this, not because his memory was so good, but because those days were too difficult to endure.

Four classes of Snape every week, can you imagine this?

"After the Christmas holidays, classes started on January 4th. Professor Quirrell returned to Hogwarts in early February to teach." (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"What did he do during this time?"

"He must have gone to get dragon eggs to find Hagrid to get information about the three-headed dog. You know how powerful dragons are. He must have been discovered while stealing eggs, and then his hand was bitten off by the dragon. It was not because of any dark wizard. After the injury healed, he got information about the three-headed dog, and finally came to Hogwarts to teach. He is the hooded man who got information about the three-headed dog. That's right."

Harry explained to Ron while running towards Hogwarts.

"Where are we going now?"

Ron couldn't explain it anymore.

"Find Dumbledore. Only he can stop this. I hope he can believe us!"

"My scar tells me that something big is going to happen. Right now, Quirrell must have gone to the corridor on the fourth floor to get the Philosopher's Stone."

"But where is Dumbledore's office?"

Harry was at a loss when he returned to the Great Hall. He had never been to the headmaster's office, and no one had taken him there.

"Go find Professor McGonagall. She must know."

Ron suggested that the two people who had been reprimanded by their own dean more than once naturally knew where Professor McGonagall's office was.

...

Quirrel was standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, looking at everything in the mirror with fascination.

Suddenly, Quirrell's body shook, and his temperament changed, but it didn't take long before he returned to normal again.

"Master, I have this..."

"Let Adrian try, we can't get it, but he doesn't know what we are going to get here, and he doesn't know what we are going to get here.Maybe it will succeed."

Voldemort's voice echoed in Quirrell's mind.

It has come to this point, and he still hasn't found the Philosopher's Stone. He really can't accept it!

"Got it, Master!"[]

Then he came to Ethan who was leaning against a stone pillar and daydreaming.

"Adrian, try standing in front of the mirror."

"Oh! ”

Ethan patted his buttocks, stood up, and walked directly to the Mirror of Erised.

Anyway, he couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone. Only those who wanted it but didn't use it could get it.

As for Ethan, if he got the Philosopher's Stone, he would definitely use it. It would turn stone into gold!

There will definitely be achievement rewards for reaching a certain level of gold galleons. The next time will be about 10,000 gold galleons. Although he made a lot during this period, he spent it quickly.

Nagini spent 3,500 gold galleons. This was the lowest price Dennis and his team had set. If they wanted to buy it for free, they would have to pay 10,000 gold galleons. Unless they don't work there anymore, Ethan paid 1,500 Galleons and Bruno's Alchemy Shop paid 2,000 Galleons.

There is also the daily consumption of energy cubes, which are precious magical animal materials, and they also cost a lot. There is still more than 1,000 gold Galleons to become a millionaire.

Of course, if the unicorn horn is sold, it will definitely be enough, but Ethan doesn't want to sell this kind of material that is hard to come by.

The white mist covered the mirror, and then Ethan's deep desire slowly emerged...

"What did you see?"

Quirrell's voice sounded from behind Ethan.

"I became the Minister of Magic. "

Ethan's tone contained a hint of excitement, and he spoke in a serious manner.

Do I have to tell you about the legs and breasts that filled the screen?

Just now, Ethan seemed to be in a daze, but in fact, he was also paying attention to Quirrell's every move. When he looked into the Mirror of Erised, Ethan could not see his desire at all.

Similarly, Quirrell could not see what Ethan saw.

I just don't know how the old pervert hiding in the dark in the abandoned classroom that day saw it. If he couldn't see it, he couldn't hide in the dark to observe.

"Really?"

Quillo's tone was full of doubt.

"The Mirror of Erised can make people see the most urgent and strongest desires in their hearts."

"Whoever sits in the position of Minister of Magic sits!"

"He Fudge sits, so I, Ethan, can't do it? "

Ethan showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if all his ambitions were aroused.

Seeing this, Quirrell did not ask any more questions. How could a little wizard who did not know what the Philosopher's Stone was possibly obtain the Philosopher's Stone!

Master, I really thought too much.

The next moment, Quirrell felt a piercing pain coming over him, and he lowered his head to take charge of the stone pillar beside him.

And Ethan on the side was thinking, why hasn't Harry come yet?

Damn, he has been reminded to this extent.Even a pig would know it!

[Thanks to the monthly ticket from 1olg, thank you! Mountain].

Feilu reminds you: Three things to do when reading - collect, recommend, share 203.106.117.167! (catseye04051997