Chinese students at Hogwarts.

"Dumbledore! There is a Dark Lord in my body! Why didn't you do anything! Why?

Could it be that 'I' was pretending too well?

Is there any way to let Dumbledore know? Quirrell, you can do it. You are Ravenclaw!

With Richard seems to have said something. Stereotypic behavior? I have to think about how to make myself behave more abnormally."

So those little movements were stereotypes and habitual movements that Quirrell worked hard to practice while awake in order to express his abnormality?

Hiss. Quirrell, he is really so tenacious. Who said he is weak? I was the first one not to agree!

Zhang Xiao breathed in the air-conditioning. Even in such a situation, Quirrell still did not give up and desperately tried to think of ways to save himself.

"I can no longer tell who I am anymore. I and 'I' seem to be merging, but my body is gradually weakening, and the Dark Lord is sucking my life away.

Help me, Dumbledore, help me. I can't hold on any longer.

I woke up again, and in a trance I heard a sweet chirping that I had never heard before. Was it this beautiful sound that woke me up?

Oh my God! What am I doing? I'm actually going to put a troll on campus for Christmas?

How could a terrifying monster like a troll be something that little wizards could deal with?

No, no, no! I can't let the little wizard die because of this, I am a professor at Hogwarts, I should protect them, I must protect them!

And if I hurt the little wizard because of 'me', Dumbledore will definitely be disappointed in me."

Wait, Christmas? Isn't it Halloween?

But think about it from another perspective, Christmas is the time when there are least people, and some professors will choose to visit friends at this time. It is indeed a good time to fish in troubled waters by adding trolls at this time.

It's not quite appropriate for Halloween.

In addition, he was also very interested in the tweet mentioned by Quirrell.

tweet? Is it Miss Bird's call or Fox's call?

In daily life, the calls of these two magical birds have no special effect, they just sound very pleasant.

But as long as they start singing, it will be different. Could it be the long cry that cracked rocks and penetrated clouds when Sister Bird came for the first time?

With such questions, I turned to the next page.

"I tried hard to delay the plan of the troll attack, and tried to convince the Dark Lord that a troll alone could not disrupt Hogwarts.

He agreed with me and asked me to buy an armored troll from the goblins. This is a terrifying creature created by the goblins. Their goblin armor can even resist most spells.

It also enhances the monster's strength and speed.

I placed them in the Forbidden Forest and prayed that the centaurs would report the situation to Dumbledore and ensure that these monsters were not allowed to enter the campus! "

Case solved! No wonder the troll was not in the campus, but appeared in the Forbidden Forest. Harry had previously thought that the one they faced was a female troll, and the one wearing armor was a dog-licking troll.

It turned out to be because of this.

Zhang Xiao's heart suddenly tightened. Dumbledore arranged for them to go to the Forbidden Forest, and they must have discovered something. Did he discover anything unusual about Quirrell?

Thinking of the 'secret observation' experience imparted by Dumbledore, I already had the answer in my mind. I'm afraid Dumbledore, no, definitely knew it.

Why didn't he save Quirrell? Quirrell is like a drowning man, he has been struggling, begging Dumbledore to save him from the abyss, as can be seen from the previous records.

Dumbledore is his idol and spiritual support, as well as the motivation that supports his tenacity to persevere.

Principal, he has let you down, Quirrell.

Zhang Xiao pursed his lips and put these useless emotions behind him.

At this time, there were not many pieces of leather paper left. When I picked up the last few pieces, the writing on them became very large and had a sense of madness.

".I can't support it anymore, Dumbledore! Dumbledore! Dumbledore!"

"Am I going to disappear?"

"I hate you, Dumbledore. I want to destroy everything. I know you value that child so much. What do you want to do?

Raise him as a weapon?

I won't let you get your way, Dumbledore."

"I will kill you Harry Potter, this is a relief, the feeling of being controlled is so desperate.

Although you have lost your life, you will be free from the control of the white devil."

He silently put down all the pieces of paper. There was no shocking secret, no cheat book, and no treasure map as he imagined.

It's just the story of a man struggling to survive in his final moments.

In fact, it was not brilliant, and could even be said to be a bit cliche. He had seen a lot of tragic news in his previous life, but there was one thing that stuck in his throat.

Until the last moment, Quirrell hoped that Dumbledore could save him, and the death curse he finally released on Harry was more like his desperate cry.

He vented his pain, sadness, and despair through the death curse, which was more like a silent protest against Dumbledore.

Quirrell has always regarded Dumbledore as his idol, but Dumbledore ignored this former student's plea for help and chose to regard him as Harry's stepping stone?

If you interpret it this way

Zhang Xiao has always believed that people can sacrifice, but it must be voluntary and not deceived or forced.

As for whether it is true, I'm afraid it won't work if I ask directly. I have to think of a roundabout way.

After thanking the room again, Zhang Xiao walked out of the Room of Requirement, took out his tail feathers, slid them in the air hard, and shouted: "Fox"!

Accompanied by pale golden flames and chirping, Fox flew out of the fire, circled around and landed on Zhang Xiao's shoulder, looking at him curiously.

"Take me to Dumbledore!"

Fox nodded and spread his wings. Zhang Xiao felt the warm flames wrap around him. When the flames dissipated, he found that he had arrived at the principal's office.

In the circular principal's office, the portraits were already asleep. They closed their eyes and snored slightly. Dumbledore, wearing his robe embroidered with stars and moons, sat on the bench by the window, staring outside blankly. A starry night sky.

"Zhang, now that you're here, I'm still wondering why you didn't come to me."

Dumbledore cast his eyes on Zhang Xiao, smiled softly, and moved his fingers. Zhang Xiao felt as if the tail feather in his hand was being pulled hard. He couldn't help but let go and watched the tail feather fly away. To Dumbledore.

"I took away this feather. Although I am happy to communicate with you some things, I think it is not conducive to cultivating your ability to think and do things independently, so why don't you believe in yourself? Zhang"

Even Zhang Xiao, who came with a lot of questions, couldn't help it at this moment. Bah, what about cultivating the ability to think and do things independently? I'm just annoyed!

Think about it, the number one person in the wizarding world, many people have never even met Dumbledore. Coming to the principal's office is like going home, and using Fawkes is like using money at home.

It's strange that Dumbledore isn't bothered. He's just looking for an excuse to take the hair back. He's a stingy brat. I've never seen anyone who can give something to a child get it back!

Hey, Fox. Zhang Xiao glanced at Fox quietly, and saw that Fox was also winking at him from under his wings. The meaning was very clear: Don't listen to that old man, I'll give you another one later!

After enjoying themselves for a while, Dumbledore's voice reached his ears again.

"Zhang, do you want to ask if I knew about Quirrell's situation?"

Zhang Xiao's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Dumbledore silently. After a moment of silence, Dumbledore sighed:

"I understand your concerns.

Yes, just as you thought, I did know that Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort, from the very beginning. "

Oh yeah~! I will finish the first volume tomorrow, happy!

I’ll be celebrating my baby’s first birthday tomorrow, so I have to write quickly, otherwise I will definitely not have time tomorrow.