A day of learning magic at Hogwarts

But Quirrell ultimately disappointed his master.

Albus Dumbledore, being the cunning old bastard that he was, seemed to expect this.

He sent his loyal servant Rubeus Hagrid to preemptively remove the item and send it to Hogwarts.

Quirrell ended up empty-handed in Gringotts' vault.

The master was very angry. He punished Quirrell severely, but then generously forgave Quirrell.

He asked Quirrell to return to Hogwarts and wait for an opportunity to steal the thing after arriving at Hogwarts.

Although Quirrell has lost his intelligence, with the help of his master's "external brain", he can cope with everything easily.However, he still needs to pretend to be stammering in order to confuse others.As for the changes that occurred in him, they all depended on the dominatrix.

While at Hogwarts, the master gave Quirrell several more orders.

But without exception, Quirrell messed up and failed to complete his master's task.

The master punished Quirrell more severely, but still chose to forgive Quirrell magnanimously.

By chance, Quirrell knew where the item transferred from Gringotts was hidden, and also knew how to crack all the mechanisms that protected it.

But Quirrell did not dare to infiltrate there and steal it to offer to its master, because Albus Dumbledore was still in the castle.For several months, he almost never left this castle, even on vacation.

Quirrell didn't have the courage to steal that thing under the eyes of that cunning old bastard.

The Master became increasingly frail, especially after he was hit with a snowball by two Gryffindor students on Christmas Day.

He became more and more impatient and began to put pressure on Quirrell little by little.

Quirrell, however, could never muster the courage.

He is a Ravenclaw and lacks this quality.

Finally, just today, the master came up with a brilliant idea:

He wrote a letter to Dumbledore in the name of Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge; then he wrote a letter to Fudge in the name of Dumbledore... The bait in both letters was Someone found traces of the owner.In this way, both Dumbledore and Fudge will go to the appointment, and then they will be delayed because they cannot find each other.

However, even if Dumbledore had left, Quirrell still did not dare to break into the place where the things were hidden in broad daylight.

Withstanding the tremendous pressure from his master, he patiently waited for the sky to darken.

……

Just as Quirinus Quirrell was caught up in memories of the past.

On the other side, in Mr. Argus Filch's office——

Ian Traister, in this fishy and dirty room, waved his wand to light a fire in the fireplace.

For the past period of time, Ian has been in Mr. Filch's office, practicing the spell that Professor Sprout taught him before to pass through the Floo Network.

Mr. Filch was reluctant at first.

Not to mention when Ian told him that he could find a way to get a few more boxes of Mrs. Norris's favorite canned herring; he still reluctantly agreed.

After all, Mr. Filch spent most of his time wandering the corridors of the castle, looking for students who violated school rules; the office was rarely used.

Ian's face looked a little tired at this time, as if he had just experienced a "long" adventure.

He looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand again, glanced at Professor Quirrell who was still in his office, and then at Mr. Filch who was wandering around the Gryffindor common room on the sixth floor.

"Ernie, Justin!" Then he turned around, looked at the two friends beside him, and said seriously, "Please go outside and lookout for me... If Mr. Filch comes back, no matter what, We can't let him break in here and break me! Of course, other people are no exception."

"Don't worry, Ian!" Ernie MacMillan and Justin Finch-Fletchley said firmly, "No one will disturb you."

They followed the order and left.

Ian's eyes moved back to the flames in the fireplace.

He took out a handful of Floo powder that Professor Sprout had given him before, sprinkled them on the fireplace in front of him.

The flame in the fireplace quickly turned green and burned high.

Then he took out his wand, pointed it at the green flame, and softly chanted:

"VisumFlammae!"

The green flame changed color instantly, turning into an extremely clear red.

Ian shouted: "The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office!"

Looking at the scene gradually emerging on the other side of the fireplace, he chose to stick his head into the firelight.

……

Quirinus Quirrell was ready to go.

Everything is ready.

Albus Dumbledore was transferred away from home. I'm afraid he is still in London, looking for Cornelius Fudge to "meet" him.

Including the big dog with three heads, he knew how to break all the protective measures (because he himself was also one of the teachers involved in the protection).

Now only the most critical step remains -

That is to take advantage of the darkness, enter the right corridor on the fourth floor, and go through the trap door...

After removing all defenses, find the only remaining "magic stone" in the world hidden inside!

Then, dedicate the magic stone to the master.

As long as the master regains his once powerful magic and regains his once unparalleled power.

Then he will regain his own wisdom, and his best friend Edward Troca can once again return to the British sun.

But at this moment-

Quirrell was almost startled, for a face appeared in the firelight of the fireplace before him.

It took some effort for Professor Quirrell to recognize this face... It was a boy named Drizzt, a first-year Hufflepuff student; Professor Quirrell had some impression of him because he was one of the few people who had always Students who are listening to his lectures carefully.

Flames danced around his face, tongues of fire licking his ears, but the boy was unaffected.

"Drizzt!" Professor Quirrell tried to make his tone as harsh as possible.

He was a little lucky that he didn't take off the big purple scarf on his head, otherwise the master's secret might be exposed.

"Professor Quirrell," Ian Twisted, "are you going out?"

"Going out... no..." Professor Quirrell stuttered in reply, "My... I mean, I was... just about to go out..."

Ian looked up and down at Professor Quirrell on the other side of the fireplace, a gentle smile on his face.

His voice was soft and clear at the same time.

He asked: "Professor Quirrell is not a bad person, right?"