Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

The irresponsible Defense Against the Dark Arts class was still as boring as ever. Although the semester was only halfway through, if there was an exam now, he would definitely get a perfect score.

Because he has memorized the first grade Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook~

He learned it from Hermione. When he was in the library, seeing how serious Hermione was, he was also emotionally aroused and couldn't help but curl up.

But something was wrong today. Why did he feel that Quirrell, the puppet, had been looking at him?

He doesn't seem to be very showy, right?

After finishing the class on pins and needles, Alvin ran to the library as if running for his life.

Although he actually despises Voldemort, the second-generation Dark Lord, he cannot deny that for him and the entire magical world, this old monster is indeed quite scary.

At least he can't be beaten for sure!

And he doesn't know Occlumency yet. This guy is still with the master Legilimency. Once he looks into his eyes, everything will be seen through!

This guy would not imagine that the Sorting Hat was so easy to fool, nor would he be as moral as Dumbledore. Once it was discovered that this old monster had a magic encyclopedia, he had no money to keep.

……

"Master, this little guy seems to be avoiding me? Have I exposed something?"

"I think he is just hiding from the garlic smell you used to disguise~"

"That's it, then I can rest assured that I have not been exposed and can continue to serve you. But do you really want to accept this mudblood as your subordinate?" Quirrell asked in confusion.

"Ha~ I don't care if he is a mudblood or not, he is working for me anyway! And I really liked the look in his eyes that day, that kind of aggressive look! If he is tamed well, he will be a good hunting dog. .”

The evil hoarse whisper sounded in Quirrell's mind. Although it was plain, it carried a coldness that could not be rejected.

"As you command, my master, I will contact him."

……

"Evan, what's wrong with you?" Harry and the other little wizards around looked at Ivan strangely.

Everyone was immersed in their homework and doing well, but Alvin suddenly stood up and started, which shocked Harry and the others.

"It's okay, I just feel like someone is thinking about me with ill intentions."

Alvin rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, also looking strange.

"Evan, what are you reading? That doesn't seem like something you should read in first grade, right?" Ron looked at the "Advanced Spellcraft" in Alvin's hand with a look of horror on his face.

"Oh~ The first-grade students can't satisfy me anymore, so I want to challenge the higher ones."

"But we haven't learned that yet, right? Can you use it now?" Harry asked curiously.

"Whether you learn it or not is one thing, but whether you know it is another thing! I may not be able to use the magic on it, but I can't help but know it!

And I have previewed in advance, so I will be much more relaxed than you in class in the future! No matter how you look at it, you can make money with blood. "

Ron, Goyle and Crabbe next to Draco all put on mosquito coil glasses, and they were all stunned by Alvin's words, which were very outrageous for them.

Yes, Draco was there too, but he was sitting with Alvin, and the three little ones were opposite. Draco was accompanied by his little childhood sweetheart, Pansy Parkinson.

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"Forget it, you don't understand even after I tell you. Anyway, study hard and don't wait to copy Hermione's homework all day long.

And you two! Don't wait all day to copy Draco's homework. After all, you are also the young masters of two families, so you have some ambition! "

Ivan looked at these naughty children who were not good at learning with eyes that looked down on his son, leaving them confused.

"Um~ Let's not talk about Ron. I think you are making things difficult for them."

Regarding this point, Draco rarely came out to defend his younger brothers. After all, he felt that he knew what kind of brains these two guys had.

After hearing this, Alvin looked at Ron, his eyes clear and stupid.

Harry, his eyes are clear and restless~

Look at Goyle and Crabbe again, eh~

Alvin saw chicken legs, steak, turkey, cheese, cookies and cream cakes...

Well, he is a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, you can take care of yourself. I have to make preparations. I have to go to the Forbidden Forest tonight."

Alvin packed up his things and left. As soon as he left, Draco also packed up and left. Before leaving, he didn't forget to give Ron and Harry a contemptuous look.

If they hadn't been afraid of Ms. Pince's feather duster, they would have caused another scene.

"Ai...Aiwen~ Can I please...ask you...a favor?"

A cowardly but stilted voice sounded from behind Alvin. Although the owner of the voice sounded easy to bully, it made Alvin's skin crawl all over!

Ivan frowned slightly, smelling the familiar smell of sweat and garlic in the air, and turned around stiffly.

Sure enough, what caught his eye was the guy with a thick turban on his head.

"Professor Quirrell, what's the matter?" Ivan lowered his eyelids without any trace, avoiding direct eye contact with Quirrell. Who knows if the old monster on the back of his head would be Legilimency towards him.

It's said that that guy is weak. What if that magic becomes passive due to his practice! What if he wanted to take a look inside his brain on a whim!

Be careful and you won’t make a big mistake!

"I would like to ask you to help me sort out the teaching materials. I will give you extra points."

(Knowing that Quirrell just pretends to be staggering, otherwise the intermittent marking will be too troublesome!)

Although the words were soft, Quirrell's hand was already on Alvin's shoulder, and Alvin did not dare to refuse.

Because he found that he was the only one in the corridor, not a single student or professor, not even a ghost, not even a portrait!

Okay~ People are under the eaves, so they have to bow their heads.

……

"Evan~ You are very good. Although you are very low-key, I can see that you are no less generous than Ravenclaw."

"Thank you for your compliment, Professor. I just like to have bitter things first and then sweet things. I put my efforts first so that I can have more time to relax later."

Ivan responded with a squinting smile, then lowered his head to sort out the teaching materials that Quirrell gave him, but did not look into Quirrell's eyes.

"I know everything about you and Slytherin last time. It's a pity. If you know more magic, you will definitely be able to defeat them more easily next time."

"There's no way, you know Professor, I'm only in first grade, so I have to use my fists."

"I know, of course I know~ But genius should not be buried." Quirrell stood up and walked to Ivan's side, saying with a mysterious face.

"It doesn't matter, give me time, I will catch up with them soon."

"No~ you will surpass them, or even completely crush them! The gap between geniuses and mortals is like this. If you get additional guidance, next time, you will definitely use your amazing magic to defeat them."

"Forget it~ I have been locked up for so long this time. I don't know what kind of punishment I will be punished next time. I don't want to do it again." Ivan looked distressed. .

"What~ you don't want to learn stronger magic to prove your strength to them?" Quirrell was a little confused, or Voldemort was a little confused.

What he saw that day was obviously not like this! The aggression in the child's eyes, the arrogance that refused to give in even a step, and the decisive and harshness of his attacks, they all looked like a character who would refuse power!

"I've already beaten them. Even if it's even, I don't want to prove anything to a group of irrelevant people. I prefer my soft bed to this. Magic and other things, just learn it slowly."

Quirrell thought for a while, perhaps communicating with Voldemort in his mind.

"Okay, but I think your talent should not be buried! In this way, I will give you a pass to the restricted book area, and you can read a few books. I hope it will be helpful to you."

……

Ivan left the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom, looking at a dozen passes in his hand and a list full of black magic books, Ivan was thoughtful~

Is this... you want to train yourself to be an undercover agent at Hogwarts? But it doesn't matter, he won't be able to bounce around for long anyway, so it's not a good idea to have someone give him a pass, as it will save him the trouble of going on a night tour.

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"Master, he doesn't seem to care too much."

"It doesn't matter, just give it a try first. If he fails to withstand the temptation of black magic, it means that he is a talent, but if he shrinks, it means that he is a waste, and there is no need to pay attention to him.

The most important thing is getting the Philosopher's Stone. He's just a little wizard. There's no need to care too much. After all, except for those promising ones, the rest of Hufflepuffs are not all a bunch of unknown trash~"

"That's what you said, Master!"