There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 123 It's different from what you said
Voldemort: "..."

Dozens of little wizards surrounded Quirrell, and Voldemort expressed great pressure.

During the peak period, Voldemort oppressed all directions, the whole country surrendered, Dumbledore took sides, and the Ministry of Magic trembled. It was always Voldemort who used crowd tactics to crush others.

After rebirth, Voldemort found that every time he fought dozens of people with his own strength.

First, a large number of decisive black wizards were killed.

Then there is the little wizard who is skilled in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Then came the team of werewolves and vampires in the Forbidden Forest.

Now it was the turn of a large number of senior wizards to stare at them.

Voldemort sighed.

I knew life was hard, but I didn't expect it to be this bad.

"Master, don't worry, even if you want to fight against the whole world, I will always stand behind you." Quirrell expressed his loyalty. He was enslaved by Voldemort.

But I don't want to fight against the whole world!

Voldemort has no expression on his face, I just want to be an ordinary Dark Lord, live forever and at the same time be a professor at my beloved Hogwarts, teach and educate people, and live forever.

"Fight, definitely can't beat." Voldemort analyzed: "Even if you call the basilisk back, you are not an opponent."

In Defense Against the Dark Arts a few days ago, Voldemort had discovered that the little wizards now are quite different from before.

The first graders have mastered a lot of black magic, not to mention, there are many senior students standing in front of them?
Since there is no enemy, you can only outsmart.

"Professor, you are talking." Daniel urged.

Not only him, but all the little wizards want to know who broke the rules, please come to teach.

It was his wisdom to attack Gaunt's old house through the water pipe one step ahead of time, and no one could say anything.

Please professor, let everyone not be ashamed.

"Don't answer! Don't answer! Don't answer!" Voldemort warned.

"You are a professor anyway, as long as you jump into the camp of dark wizards without knowing it, the students dare not make things difficult for you."

"Don't make up nonsense, the more you say, the more mistakes, the less you say, the less mistakes, it's good not to say."

Quirrell kept smiling, his face stiffened a bit.

Hogwarts pays attention to respecting teachers.

In classroom discussions, it doesn't matter if the focus of the attack hurts the professor.

When he is away from home, the professor still has a little authority.

"Forget it, Professor Quirrell doesn't want to say it, let's see for ourselves!" George and Fred looked at each other, wanting to burst the water pipe.

No matter who is inside, you will know when you explode it!

Quirrell: "..."

Don't, you guys blow up the water pipe, if you find a basilisk, I'm the number one suspect!
Dozens of little wizards work together, the basilisk must be cool, and I can't fly without wings.

"It seems that I have no choice but to tell the truth." Quirrell thought calmly and analyzed carefully. At the moment of life and death, his wisdom increased ten times than usual, and he immediately made up a story.

The air froze and there was no sound. Everyone looked over, wanting to hear what Quirrell had to say.

"Actually, I took the secret order from Headmaster Mark!" Quirrell was heartbroken. Anyway, after today, the sky is high like a bird, and the sea is wide enough for a fish to jump. He will also leave Hogwarts.

If you arrange the principal, arrange the principal, as long as he doesn't reveal his secrets now, he will have nothing to fear.

"Principal Mark sent me to surprise Gunter's old house!" Quirrell said, "You are still young, you don't know the danger inside!"

"There are more than 200 dark wizards stationed in Gaunt's old house, and there are some real Death Eaters who are ruthless."

"My other friend who received the secret order finally figured out a way. As soon as he went in, I was about to erase the traces, and the Weasley brothers came with Harry and Hermione."

Quirrell said in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter if my identity is exposed. The friend who actually carried out the mission has disappeared and hidden for many years. His identity must not be leaked."

Quirrell cupped his fists and arched his hands in the direction of Hogwarts.

"Please follow Principal Mark's order, don't make mistakes!"

The little wizards were stunned.

It turned out to be a saturated rescue.

In addition to the elite little wizards of the four colleges, Principal Mark might secretly exclude professors, even Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, as well as retired masters.

As long as one group successfully completes the mission, Malfoy will be saved!
Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Let me just say, hundreds of black wizards, how can we do it with dozens of students?

Now I understand, we are just beating the side drums, and there are countless people ambushing around, just waiting for the time to come, let out a shout, and the brothers are like wild dogs... Special old house, sanction the black wizard!

"Don't worry, if that friend makes the move himself, Malfoy will definitely die." Quirrell laughed.

Dozens of people nearby raised their hearts that had just let go.

"Malfoy must die?"

"No, isn't the mission we received to save the little wizard Malfoy? Why does it sound like Professor Quirrell is going to kill him?"

"Did Professor Quirrell get it wrong or did we hear it wrong?"

"That's right."

That is to say...

Everyone's eyes were on Quirrell again, deeper than before.

Doubt, puzzlement, curiosity, too many gazes made Quirrell tremble all over.

"I told you already!" Voldemort yelled, "Stop talking and making mistakes. What are you doing with the last sentence? You can die if you don't say it?"

Quirrell was wronged.

"Master, I don't know either."

"Avery said that Malfoy was unable to wake up after being cursed by Principal Mark. I thought Mark sent so many people over to kill the grass."

"Who would have thought to save Malfoy!"

Quirrell fell into deep thought, obviously he was an enemy, why should he save him?

"Use your brains!" Voldemort said in a deep voice: "Killing Lucius' son will only drive Lucius crazy. The only child of the Malfoy family was killed by the headmaster of Hogwarts. At Lucius' age, I have long been unable to do what I want, and I can’t even give birth to a son.”

"But if his son is taken away, he can be used as a hostage!"

"Lucius is concerned about his son, so he can only work at both ends."

"And the diary will also be worried that Lucius will quit Hogwarts because of his son, so he dare not give it reuse."

Voldemort sighed: "As expected of the current headmaster of Hogwarts, he is insidious enough. With a little trick, the diary may be alienated from his generals."

Quirrell is clear, and I understand the truth, so what should I do now?

Voldemort closed his eyes, looking at his nose and heart.

There is no way, there is no help, just wait for death.

Voldemort concentrated his attention, as soon as Quirrell died, his soul would leave immediately, and he would find any animal or dark wizard nearby to possess him.

You take your Huangquan Road, I take my single-plank bridge!
"Quirrell, it's not that being the master doesn't want to save you, but that I can't protect myself." Voldemort said silently, "If you want to blame, blame yourself."

"Speak less in your next life."

Quirrell didn't answer, and the eyes of the little wizards gradually changed from doubt to chill and surprise.

Suddenly, Kevin slapped his thigh.

Lottie screamed next to him.

"Sorry, I just analyzed Principal Mark's thoughts, and I was too surprised." Kevin laughed.

If you are surprised, you will be surprised, why are you patting my thigh!
A smile appeared on Lottie's face.

Unlike others, Lottie was dark-skinned.

Everyone knows that there is an essential difference between black skin and white skin.

Lottie has been Kevin's licking dog for many years, but Kevin still turns a blind eye to it. Today, Kevin took a photo of Lottie's thigh with great joy, and Lottie's eyes flickered, wandering.

"If you touched my thigh, you have to be responsible." Lottie said softly, with tenderness in her eyes.

"Ah?" Kevin blinked, don't, it doesn't matter to be friends, responsible?

Are you living in the Middle Ages?
No, let alone a white man in the middle ages touched a black woman's thigh, even if he did something excessive to a black woman, the black woman could only kneel down and do everything for the white man!

"Or, you take it back?" Kevin asked tentatively.

It is absolutely impossible to be responsible.

White with white, black with black, this is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, the avenue of yin and yang, can not be confused!

Lottie smiled slightly and stopped talking.

It doesn't matter, it's a long time coming.

No one dares to underestimate a witch!
Lottie stopped talking, and Kevin dared to continue.

"Everyone, Principal Mark is like an antelope's horns, elusive, and what he does must have a deep meaning." Kevin was impassioned, cadenced: "Think about it, are you sure you can rescue Malfoy?"

People shake their heads.

There are more than 200 dark wizards guarding Gaunt's old house. There are so many people and they control the evil black magic. How easy is it to save Malfoy?
"It's always easier to destroy than to create." Kevin said, "Principal Mark sent us here, but it's just a last-ditch attempt."

"Of course we can complete the task. If we can't, the other teams sent by Principal Mark will take action and take Malfoy's life!"

"As the only son of the Malfoy family, one of the 28 sacred pure bloods, he holds countless secrets that must not be revealed to Voldemort!"

Quirrell: "..."

Something is wrong, why does it sound like Lucius is hanging out with Mark?

"Master, I think there must be something strange about this matter."

Voldemort doesn't speak, so what do you need to say?
I'm not blind, I can see it myself!
Kevin continued to stand aside, narrating his conclusion: "Professor Quirrell and his friends have an important task, let's not make things difficult for him."

As expected of great wisdom, Kevin's analysis is well-founded and meets the known conditions.

Many people nodded slowly, believing what Kevin said.

After all, Ravenclaw is wise and multi-star, usually useless, but reliable at critical moments.

Harry stepped forward to shake Quirrell's hand.

"You've worked hard!" Harry held Quirrell's hand vigorously, and said affectionately, "Principal Mark is really amazing. He knows people and is good at responsibility. He knows that Professor Quirrell was humiliated by Malfoy in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The pain gave Professor Quirrell a chance to take revenge."

Professor humiliated by students in Defense Against the Dark Arts class?
The little wizards are full of energy, if you say this, we won't be sleepy!

"I only have one thing to say about this." Harry gritted his teeth: "Be tough!"

Harry's parents were killed by a large number of Death Eaters led by Voldemort.

Harry not only hated Voldemort, but also hated his Death Eaters.

Of course, the Death Eaters who went all the way to the black must be killed, but what about the Death Eaters who were cleansed?Some people can forgive, but not Harry!
Say a word to change your mind and start a new life, and say a word that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and turn back to the shore, so the sins of the past are not counted?
What a joke.

Harry denies it!

In the past, present, and future, as long as wizards have anything to do with Death Eaters, they will all die!
Get rid of evil!

Quirrell was in a complicated mood, with Voldemort growing on the back of his head, and Harry in his hand.

There is a strange contrast.

Two enemies of life and death, linked together through Quirrell's body!
"It's just the principal's task." Cassandra glanced at Quirrell: "Since you have a task, you should do it first."

"When you fail, I will lead everyone to save Malfoy!"

Cassandra sneered: "You don't have confidence? It doesn't matter, I have!"

The old Gaunt house, Cassandra is sure of victory.

"As long as you listen to my orders, unite as one, let alone Gaunt's old house, even the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts, I have the confidence to break into it!"

"And, none of us will be missing!"

"After this battle is over, I'll take you back to Hogwarts to claim credit!"

Under the moonlight, Cassandra's blond hair shone, and the silver-white moonlight reflected on the golden hair, shining brilliantly and peerless.

Hearing Cassandra's astonishing words, Hermione frowned, feeling that things were not that simple, she silently retreated behind everyone, ready to run away at any time.

Everyone thinks so.

Soon, the little wizard's army was more than ten meters away from Cassandra, and it was getting farther and farther away.

Cassandra: "..."

What kind of teammates are these?
"Sister Kassandra think twice." The Frey brothers followed behind Cassandra, trying to persuade: "Your words are unlucky."

"The war is coming, you set up a flag, no wonder the brothers are afraid."

Fischer and Colby had licked Cassandra for many years and had a deep relationship.

Others were afraid of offending Cassandra, but they were not.

The so-called loyalty is to stand up bravely when others dare not say it!

Cassandra sighed, she also realized that what she said just now should not have been said, and she lost the morale of the army.

Not only other people are afraid, but even the two loyal big tengus are terrified. What is there to say now that the matter has come to an end?
Cassandra waved her hand, signaling Ming Jin to withdraw and fight another day.

Many young wizards at Hogwarts expressed their strong support for Cassandra's wise behavior.

There are things you can't say, and you can't believe them.

Not feudal superstition, but really weird.

Quirrell lived in Bengbu.

No, what's going on.

Cassandra made a mouthful, why are you afraid?

"Professor Quirrell, let's go together, so we can take care of him." Cassandra said.

Quirrell smiled.

Dare I disagree?

I can not.

"As you wish," Quirrell said.

As for the basilisk in the water pipe... It doesn't matter, as a natural predator, a powerful monster raised by Slytherin himself, in the dark, it has talents unimaginable by humans.

Facing Boom head-on, the basilisk is no match for humans.

When it comes to hiding and escaping, attacking suddenly, and shooting to change places, human beings are far worse than basilisks.

Quirrell believes that the basilisk can successfully complete the task and escape from the sky.

The little wizards went to rest. The more than 200 black wizards in Gaunt's old house were facing a big enemy. They were tight on the outside and tight on the inside.
The Dark Lord of Mark COS sent news to Avery.

In the early hours of tonight, there will be a white wizard storming Gaunt's old house.

Avery decided to stay the same and make a beautiful defensive counterattack to wipe out the White Wizards in Gaunt's old house.

All the black wizards turned off the lights and hid in corners, ready to give the white wizard a thunderous blow at any time.

Numerous organs and traps are laid out, and murderous intentions are everywhere.

Avery had a smile on his face.

With this lineup, even the most elite Auror troops from the Ministry of Magic would have to kneel down.

"Boss, when will the enemy come?" A black wizard waited impatiently.

"What's the rush!" Avery scolded angrily, "As we all know, four or five o'clock in the morning is the best time to sneak attack!"

What the leader said made sense, the black wizards continued to wait, and they dared not sleep even when they were tired and sleepy.

Finally, it was dawn.

Nothing happened to Gaunt's old house.

(End of this chapter)