Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 26 A Little Lesson

Whether Klein wanted it or not, Wednesday always came.

After having dinner with his friends, he walked up to the third floor of the castle alone, and came to "Defense Against the Dark Arts", which was Quilinus Quirrell's office.

"Boom, boom, boom."

At exactly seven o'clock, Klein knocked on the pair of brass lion knockers on the door.

"Squeak~"

The door opened, emitting the unique sound of old wooden products.Quilina Schiro stood still in the center of the room, looked at Klein outside the door with a smile, and extended his hand to invite.

"Ah~ Grindelwald, I'm so glad you're here. Please come in."

"Good evening, Professor Quirrell."

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Klein walked into the office generously.

"Sit, Grindelwald, I... I'll get you some snacks."

With a wave of his wand, Quirrell closed the door and stammered for Klein to sit down.Although he thought he did it very secretly, Klein still noticed a slight magical fluctuation the moment he swung his staff.

This office is completely cut off from the outside world.

"What is this for? Putting a spell on me?"

A little funny in my heart, but it didn't show on my face.Klein sat on the only low sofa in Quirrell's office very obediently, and said.

"Professor, I heard from Draco, you have something to teach me about spells, don't you?"

What Quirrell and Draco Malfoy said was "communication", but when it came to Klein, it became "teaching".It has to be said that this flattery made Quirrell quite comfortable, so much so that the smile he deliberately pretended to be a bit natural.

"Haha. What can I teach our Hogwarts geniuses? You know I'm just a nerd with no skills."

Quilinus Quirrell was a top student who graduated from Ravenclaw. The other party belittled himself so much that even Klein couldn't stand it anymore.But thinking of the plan, he had to resist the urge to take out his wand and kill Voldemort directly, waved his hands again and again pretending to be modest, expressing that he still had a lot to learn.

"Good boy Grindelwald, good boy."

Quirrell served two cups of black tea and a plate of biscuits.

"Come on, have a taste."

"Thank you."

Although he had eaten a lot in the restaurant just now, it was obviously difficult to refuse Quirrell's "kindness" at this time. Klein picked up the teacup and raised his vigilance in his heart.

However, the early warning magic that was applied to him in advance did not occur, which made him quite strange.

Why didn't Voldemort do anything?

"Master, why don't we do it?"

In fact, Quirrell, who was smiling on the surface, could no longer hold back the endless malice in his heart.But Voldemort's weak voice kept ringing in his mind, reminding him to be cautious and not impulsive.

Now is not the time.

"Grindelwald. I heard you are German."

Suppressing the impatience in his heart, Quirrell rolled his eyes and spoke with a smirk, his face full of habitual flattery.

"Yes, Professor Quirrell, I am from Berlin."

Answering neither humble nor overbearing, Klein's eyes were as clear and pure as spring spring.

"What beautiful eyes."

Voldemort secretly admired through the sharing of senses, such a pure soul aroused the greed in his heart.

He must get this body!

“Berlin is a great place”

Obviously feeling the master's desire for the damn kid in front of him, Quirrell smiled unnaturally.

Picking up the teacup, he continued to speak.

"Let's talk about the topic of spells and spells. I'm very interested in your new and improved spells."

Interested in Charms?What about cheating ghosts?

Klein secretly laughed in his heart, but he continued to follow the other party's words. In addition to the "improved healing spell", he also deliberately revealed Yidian's unique understanding of other spells.

That's right, it is the understanding of "billion"
The more I listened, the more frightened I became, the expression on Quirrell's face gradually became stiff.

"Haha. That's great. You are indeed a genius."

When Klein stopped talking, he hurriedly squeezed out a dry smile that was uglier than crying and complimented the other party.

Turning around, Quirrell rubbed his hands.

"It's really impressive. I... I also have some research experience here, do you want to see it?"

"Yes, that would be great."

The corners of Klein's mouth raised slightly, and he smiled brilliantly.

A child is indeed a child. Seeing Klein's defenseless expression, Quirrell unconsciously felt a different kind of complacency.He pretended to turn around and went to the desk to get his research results, but the moment he turned around, a green light suddenly shot out from the big scarf wrapped around his head, hitting Klein's forehead!

"quick!"

Voldemort's voice was very urgent, and the Dementing Light just now was his last magic power.

Hearing this, Quirrell quickly turned around, laid Klein with dull eyes flat on the sofa, and roughly tore off his big scarf.

Even if he is extremely unwilling in his heart, this is the master's will, and he must not defy it.

"The soul is out of the body."

Holding his wand to his face, Quirrell's voice trembled.And after the "Soul Leaving Curse" he cast took effect, a piercing pain spread throughout his body.

"what!"

The feeling of cutting into pieces made Quirrell howl.

"You are mine now!"

Amidst Quirrell's screams, Voldemort was laughing wildly, his twisted soul was like a giant black snake, and he rushed towards Klein crazily.

As long as he gets into that young, talented body, he will make a comeback!

but
Things didn't go as smoothly as Voldemort imagined.

"Deng! Bu! Li! Many!"

It only takes a moment to fall from heaven to hell.

The wild laughter was still echoing in the closed office, and Voldemort suddenly let out a scream that was more miserable than Quirrell.

The moment he touched Klein's skin, he melted as quickly as ice and snow that had touched the scorching sun!
He vaguely saw a "bird" in Klein's soul.
Phoenix!

Definitely Phoenix!
Albus Dumbledore, that old immortal, actually cast a protective spell on the body he longed for!
Damn it!Damn it!Damn it!Damn it!Damn it!

Voldemort cursed Dumbledore over and over again in his heart, but he didn't know that he scolded the wrong person.

That bird is not a phoenix.

It is the spirit crow.

Klein's patron saint.

"Ah."

Klein, who was lying on the sofa, was extremely happy in his heart. With this little lesson, Voldemort must be honest for a long time, and he would not dare his ideas.

After finally cutting the soul, he didn't expect to have to re-integrate in the end. Voldemort screamed and got into Quirrell's body and fell into a weak sleep.

And the second victim, Qi Luo, even vomited a few mouthfuls of dirty blood, and there was no trace of blood on his already sallow and sallow face.

Endless hatred welled up from the bottom of my heart.

Looking at Klein who was "sleeping" on the sofa, he clenched his fists, his nails pierced deeply into the skin, dripping bright red blood.

(End of this chapter)