HP monster

On the way to Professor Quirrell's office, I felt my calves trembling, and I was afraid that I was about to face a terrible face behind his head like in a dream-I don't know if this is also exclusive to wizards In the world, maybe other wizards think that it is normal to have two faces on one head?

...God knows that mouth directly hit my three views.

...Maybe I have been wrong all this time, I am the only real monster.

Just as I turned the corner, the door of the office opened...it was Professor Quirrell who walked out.

——He didn't look submissive in the slightest in the usual way. He was aggressive and exuded a lot of vigor, and hurried past me.

My intuition told me to hurry up and keep up with him.

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I followed him to the outside of the corridor on the fourth floor.

He waved his wand at a door and muttered something, I guess this is the door that Dumbledore and Harry both mentioned, if there is a dog after opening - yes, I have already I saw that dog - I was thinking about whether to follow up, there are so many opportunities, I don't have to look for such an exciting time, who knows if I will be caught by that three-headed dog if I go in rashly own head.

Just when I was about to continue lurking and wait for Quirrell to enter the door before leaving, I suddenly saw Quirrell turn around, staring straight at my direction, smiling strangely.

"Why not continue?"

He walked towards me step by step, "Are you afraid? Don't want to encounter accidents? Are you afraid of suffering and dying?"

His voice became queer, and I saw his mouth move, and he was laughing, but the other laugh was louder, so loud that it even drowned Professor Quirrell's voice.

I'm already sweating all over.

If someone tries to scare me again, whether it's Peeves or something, I don't know if I'll really pee my pants if I'm a wimp.

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When stimulation reaches a critical point, people tend to be more awake than usual.

Just like me now.

——I was being thrown under the dog's belly by Quirrell's collar. There was a trap door there. I guessed his intention. Traps and the like, I just came here just as he wanted.

I am now desperately hoping that the arrow will not point to Quirrell after stealing the bloodline tracking later, of course, on the premise that I can really use it successfully.

Just imagining it is hard to swallow, nothing beats my dad's weird sour smell of garlic, plus he is so fierce, if we had an argument, I guess even if I had a rabbit He will not give me a look at night.

The long tunnel made me fall, fall, and fall in the cold wind. I have an illusion that if this continues, I will traverse the interior of the earth in a vertical line. After days and nights, he broke through from the other side of the earth like a starving refugee.

I dare say that no one has ever tried such an exciting world record. I should have applied for Guinness before I knew it.

Maybe, I mean, it's time to stop imagining, too.

I landed on a piece of soft stuff, I guess it was a plant or something, and that was what killed my dreams of being the greatest record-maker of all time in the Guinness Book of World Records.After saving my life, I guess, it's trying to keep getting something from me in another way - it gave me a big hug, covered head to toe with its own vine Hug tightly.

...I couldn't breathe.

What's worse, I found that the more I struggled, the faster they entangled me, until I was almost wrapped in a green callus by these vines, a scorching feeling rushed from my body, and they spread quickly , let the vines retreat, but also made me fall into greater fear-they were like a fire net, bit by bit they rushed over and tried to envelop me.

... My whole body has been plunged into the fear of imminent death.

From falling to death, to strangling to death, and finally being burned to death by a guy suspected of being his own father.

This is the life of the miserable young Dickas, Amen.

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"Oh, why doesn't the great Harry Potter lend you some of his bravery and stupidity?"

I heard Quirrell's voice, no matter what he said, he can only save me now... although I can't guarantee whether he has such a will.

Good thing he doesn't look like he wants me to die so soon.

When the fire net turned into a shell and was about to develop downward, he sneered and said something, and the fire net disappeared without a trace—except my scorched hair and curled black robe can prove the previous All is not an illusion.

He sneered and walked in front of me first.He wasn't afraid that I would run away, in fact even if he watched me run away I wouldn't be able to climb that high up the slippery wall.

——Suddenly, a great idea filled my brain.

While many people know that I have a wand of invisibility, Quirrell will never notice that I am casting a spell if I am careful...

As long as I'm careful.

I followed behind him, exhaled a long breath, and took out my wand tremblingly.

My hand was hidden by the cuff, only my wand was exposed in the air, but that was all right, Quirrell would never see what my wand looked like.

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One word, one word silently.

During the period, Quirre turned around vigilantly and looked at it more than twice. Fortunately, he always felt that a student as old as me could not cause any danger to him. He just watched with a mocking smile in his eyes, like It's to see how far I can go, if I can get my damage spell close to him.

The point of the wand's tip began to spew tiny golden sparks in the air.

Like a fireworks stick played with Harry at Christmas, sparks flickered in the air, drawing Quirrell's attention.

"What the hell are you trying to do? Tell you, brat..."

There were more and more sparks, and they became more and more dense, and they formed a ray, pointing directly at Quirrell.

"Dad...Dad?"

"What?" Quirrell looked puzzled.

"Blood...Blood magic..." The difference between imagination and reality is that when imagining, I can imagine my father's appearance and personality, and even Filch dares to wear it in his father's place. .When I face the reality, there is only a blank in my brain.

"what!?"

Quirrell looked at the golden light that was about to poke his chest, and he looked no better than me.

He too was terrified.

I watched in a daze as he raised his wand, and a ray of light was shot at me, which was exactly the same as the ray on my wand—the two rays of light seemed to be connected by something at this time, linked to each other, clearly Like a string of 99.9% in black and white on the paternity verification.

Quirrell's eyes widened.

He put away his wand, and said a few words about master in a panic.

The voice that came out of nowhere started to make distorted laughter again, but this time it was definitely a sneer, Quirrell closed his eyes tightly, he raised his wand at me, and cast a spell very quickly... I just Before I could see the light hitting me, my body collapsed and I slowly lost consciousness.

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"Oh, he does hate you."

I vaguely heard Quirrell's voice again. If possible, I hope that everything I experienced today is my own delusion. When I open my eyes, I will find that we are in Professor Quirrell's class. He stammered and continued to tell us how to face an adult vampire, just open your eyes...

The eyes, irritated by the strong sunlight, could not see anything clearly for a long time, but I could hear the conversation going on.

"God, of course he hates you. He went to Hogwarts with your father, and you don't know that. They hated each other, and they hated each other. But he never wanted you dead."

Who is he talking to?

I wanted to cover my eyes with my hands, but I was surprised to find that my hands were tied behind my back at some point. I wanted to ask something, but it seemed that Quirrell had made some small movements in my throat, and I couldn't make a sound at all. come out.

The most important thing now is to get my own wand... I meditated on the incantation that Ollivander gave me to summon the wand in my brain, and my buttocks burned once or twice. Under the pressure, God knows why I haven't felt a little bit uncomfortable all the time?

Vision slowly returns to normal.

I frowned and looked towards where the sound came from...Harry! !

How could Harry be with Quirrell? !Maybe... maybe I should change my name to Dad, since it's not a dream... I should know, it's been a long time since I'm ready?No matter how weird my dad is, I'm going to try to find him.

Now I finally found it... I...

"Potter, come back here!" Quirrell yelled, "Tell me the truth! What did you just see?!"

Another voice from that Quirrell spoke again, "Let me talk to him... face to face..."

"Master, your physical strength hasn't recovered yet!"

"This little strength...I still have..."

Quirrell took off the big scarf he had been wearing all along, which made his head surprisingly small, and he turned around respectfully, facing us with the back of his head—this is the mouth I saw at the time , and now I see him in full—never, never imagined that I would ever face such a horrible face again, exactly like the one in my dream, that face was as dead white as chalk, red all over The eyes glowed, and below them were two long and slender nostrils like snakes.

I felt him glance at me, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, if I hadn't suffered from paranoia...I guess the look in his eyes just now was...doubt.

I was tied up by Quirrell and thrown in the corner. Harry seemed to know that I was here all the time. He turned pale with fright, and turned his head to look at me as if seeking comfort. I guess he just found out. I had already woken up, my eyes met, he let out a pleasant surprise, and before he had time to say anything, he was called back by the voice like a whisper from the strange face.

"Look what I've become!" said the face, "only shadow and vapor... I can only have form if I share a body with others... But there are always people who will let me Into their hearts and minds... the unicorn blood has given me back some of my strength for the past few weeks... the day you saw Quirrell drink blood for me in the forest... once I got the elixir , I can recreate a body of my own... well... why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Harry sprinted towards the door, which was burning with black flames, when Quirrell hadn't noticed.

I want to help him, whatever, but there's nothing I can do right now, damn it, just watch him wrestle with Quirrell.

The strange face kept roaring and commanding, wanting Quirrell to kill Harry quickly.

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Yes, they wanted to kill Harry.

But it was crushed by Harry.

——If this is the unique way of fighting in the wizarding world, it is unavoidably too cruel.

My dad has only met me for a few minutes, and we haven't even tried the most classic painful hug scene on the show, he was pinched for fighting with my good brother, and there is not even a scum left...

All in all, I can only sit there, like a fool, unable to do anything, unable to shout anything.

What should I shout?

Tell Harry to stop pinching?

Tell him "let go, that's my dad?! I lost my dad for 11 years?"

...It seems that it is too late.

The author has something to say:

Is Quirrell a monster?It's just a poor man with a strange smell, and our long-lost dad certainly won't be him.

Smart girls have already guessed the answer before pointing it out. At this time, I guess I don't need to spoil it directly?

Let's keep silent together, my family Dickas doesn't know yet 「_」