Hogwarts Archmage

"You can go back. Remember to hand back the notes. Those things are my writing experience. You can't just study by yourself. When I'm not there, even Professor Wald can't do it. If you're not careful, problems will arise."

After the test, he gave them another lesson and then kicked them out. Professor McGonagall still had a lot of papers to review and didn't have time to waste too much time on them.

It was already very late when we returned to the black tea house. Hermione and the three of them didn't know where they ran. Esther touched the teapot and found that the temperature of the teapot was the same as that of the room. The weather in June had begun to get hotter. It cooled down to such an extent that it looked like it had been gone for a while.

The place where Hogwarts is located is very humid, and there are not many sunny days throughout the year. Sometimes the sun comes out for a while and then sets, but there is a smell in the room. It's not unpleasant, but it's a bit like after the quilt has been sun-dried. the taste of.

The two of them sat on the sofa for a while, not talking about anything, just staying there. Esther suddenly seemed to have remembered something and walked towards a cabinet.

She opened the cabinet, took out a few sticks of incense from it, turned around and said, "Ma En, I don't like the smell in the house very much. Can you light a few sticks of incense? Or you can go back to the room first. This kind of incense It’s just for deodorizing, and it will lose its smell soon.”

"That's not necessary. I quite like it. I slept soundly last time when I smelled this smell. It's just that I had a headache after I woke up..."

"Then I'll light it~" Esther lit the incense, took a candy from her pocket, peeled it open and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Huh? Esther, where did you get the candy?"

"It's on the bookshelf behind Professor McGonagall, didn't you see?"

"No…"

Esther touched his pocket again and said with a little regret: "I only brought out one. It seems you have to eat it next time."

"It's okay, I don't like sweets very much..."

"Ok."

"How about... let me try..."

"Go, go, go~ You'd better take a shower first. It's too hot and you already smell."

Ma En lowered his head and sniffed, and said suspiciously: "Where does it smell?"

"You can't smell it yourself..."

"Okay, let me wait until I finish taking a shower. Please slow down."

"Go!"

Ma En walked quickly upstairs. Esther bit the hard candy in her mouth and swallowed a very bitter juice.

He took out the bits and pieces, things and jewelry that would affect movement or make noise and put them on the table. He waved his wand and rolled the smoke from the incense upstairs. Esther looked back again and took out the With a tap of the wand on his body, the figure disappeared into the air.

Ma En originally wanted to chat with Esther for a while after taking a shower, but the more he washed, the more sleepy he became. Finally, after finishing the shower, he wiped himself casually, then got into the new thin quilt and fell asleep.

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Quirrell's back was turned to Harry, and where the back of his head should have been, there was a terrifying and ferocious face.

"Harry Potter," the face whispered, "look what I have become!"

Harry took a step back, his hands tightly covering his pockets, and the face said again: "All I have left is shadow and vapor... I can only have a body when I share a body with others... ..but there are always those who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds..Over the past few weeks, the blood of the unicorn has restored some of my strength....The day you saw Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest Drink my blood... Once I get the elixir, I will be able to recreate a body of my own... Well... why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?" (Note)

Harry was startled and took a step back again. It turned out that he knew!

Just as he was thinking about what to do, a voice came from behind: "Collapse!"

There was something familiar about the voice, Harry thought before he passed out completely.

Esther, whose black hair was spread over her shoulders, walked out of the shadows beyond the reach of the torch, holding a wand, with no expression on her face.

"Oh my God, look at the darkness deep in this little girl's heart!" The face shouted in "surprise", "You made the right choice. When I fully recover, I will bestow you with endless glory." and power…”

"Voldemort?" Esther looked at Harry on the ground, then raised his head and glanced at the face on the back of Quirrell's head.

"How dare you! How dare you call me by my name!" The face shouted with a sickly look, but he soon calmed down again and returned to his whispering voice, "It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter...as long as you start from Ha Bring me the stone from Leigh Porter's pocket and I can forgive you...the same terms as before..."

"Poor bastard."

"What did you say!?" That face couldn't believe what he heard. Ever since he became the Dark Lord, some respected him, some worshiped him, some were afraid of him, and some hated him, but no one said Say something like this.

"You would actually say this..."

Esther interrupted him nonchalantly, "You're too loud and noisy. You'd better speak in the same tone just now."

"how dare you…"

"There is nothing to be afraid of. I know your story. You are not only pitiful, but also extreme. I don't know how a person like you is called the Dark Lord. You can be considered a terrorist at most."

Hearing Esther speak like this, he calmed down a little, "You are very brave, little wizard, I can see what is in your mind..."

"Since you can see my mind, why do you talk so much nonsense? You know that our goal is the same."

"Quirrell! Kill her!"

"Avada!" When he called Quirrell, Esther took the lead and struck with a green turbid light. Unfortunately, he dodged it.

Esther didn't pay much attention to it, but used her wand to light green light one after another towards the person who should now be called "Quirrell-Voldemort hybrid". She didn't even bother to recite the spell, and even While he was wrestling, he used a spell to throw Harry behind him.

"How is it possible! How can a little wizard like you exist..." The intensive curses gave Quirrell no time to fight back. He hid in panic and screamed in horror, but he stopped stuttering.

"Dear Professor Quirrell." Esther continued to hold his hands, while waving all his negative emotions wantonly towards the creature in front of him that might still be called a human, while answering his question:

"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. In the month before school started, Dumbledore told me the story of your master. He was a poor man who was born under a love potion and didn't know love. He only had darkness and despair in his heart, but... …”

Esther's hand didn't stop, her voice paused, and she organized her words slightly before saying: "How can a guy who doesn't even know what love is, give birth to the purest despair and hatred!?"