Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

"All you showed him was your friendship with Severus?"

"Since it is destined for the boy who survived to see the truth, why not make good use of it? As you said, now this opportunity is in our hands, so we should make good use of it." Lucius' face was gone. Harry's solemnity and worry were full of Malfoy's cunning.

Quirrell raised his eyebrows and understood what Lucius meant.Except for a few methods that can cause damage to the brain and soul, the memories displayed in the Pensieve are all objective facts.Although this cannot be changed, it does not mean that there is really no way to use it.It's like a fixed movie film, but in the hands of different directors, movies with completely different meanings can be edited.And Lucius is the director with the scissors, and he's obviously a good director.

"He is only 13 years old. It is not good to carry too much burden at this age. Moreover, Dumbledore's reaction is a bit strange recently. If Harry suddenly changes too much, it will not be good for us." The former reason is strange Luo's sincerity, but the life and death of others obviously cannot convince the platinum nobles, so the second reason is related to their vital interests.

"Don't worry, mylord. The little guy won't go crazy. After all, Slytherin still needs him as a Seeker for Quidditch this year."

Quirrell was helpless, and even though Harry was in pain and conflicted, it could be seen that he hadn't lost his mind. This strong child was still thinking hard.At this time, if Quirrell forcefully dragged him out of the Pensieve, it would do more harm than good to anyone.Therefore, he could only continue watching.

Harry was indeed in pain, and the memories he looked at did clear up some doubts for him, but more questions followed.It was akin to having a piece of yarn with a knot in his hand, and he untied the knot, only to pull out a messy ball of wool made entirely of knots.

But the memories circulating in the Pensieve did not stop because of his confusion, and the scene where Harry was once again changed.As soon as Harry raised his head to observe the surrounding environment, a very impactful face made him hold his breath instantly - Voldemort, the Mysterious Man, the Dark Lord, Professor Quirrell's father...

The ugly man sat there, while playing with his wand, he looked at the two subordinates lying on the ground with dark eyes: "What did you just say, Severus?"

"I hope you will spare Lily Potter." The young potions professor still bowed his head, his voice trembling with fear and nervousness, this was the first time Harry knew that the mighty Slytherin headmaster would also fear.But Harry didn't know why his chest was tight and sore when he thought that the reason for his fear was his own mother.

"Lily Potter?" Voldemort thought for a moment. "The Potter mudblood woman?"

"Yes."

"You, my best potion master and the youngest trusted subordinate, are you begging me for a mudblood?" The demon king, who seemed to be in a good mood just now, was obviously furious.

"Lord, Severus was very fond of that woman when he was in school. Of course, he was still young and ignorant at that time. But the woman refused, and Severus was still a little unwilling. I want to wait for him to try After passing that woman's smell, I won't... um!"

Voldemort's wand shot a red light, it wasn't an Unforgivable Curse, it just knocked the platinum nobles away: "I didn't ask you, Lucius."

"I'm sorry, please forgive my offense, lord!" Lucius, who hit the wall and fell to the ground in embarrassment, obviously felt uncomfortable, but he quickly knelt down on the spot, admitting his mistake in fear.

Voldemort turned his wand, didn't look at Lucius again, but turned his gaze back to Snape, and asked in a teasing tone: "So, is it your first love, Severus?"

After hesitating for two seconds, Snape decided to tell the truth: "Yes, lord." As soon as the words came out, Snape gritted his teeth to prevent himself from being knocked into the air, or injured by Cruciatus or something like that. I bit my tongue.

"Haha~" Unexpectedly, Voldemort laughed, as if he had heard something interesting, and asked an almost irrelevant question, "Lucius was your Slytherin prefect when you were a student? "

"Yes."

"He takes good care of you?"

"Yes." It wasn't just Snape who was puzzled.Lucius and Harry who was watching were also puzzled.

"That's funny, you fell in love with a mudblood who didn't love you, and gave up the pure blood platinum nobleman who took care of you?"

"L, lord, we are just friends." Lucius stammered and explained.

"That's why it's strange that I'll let that woman go," said Voldemort, laughing, but on his bald, noseless face, the smile only made him more terrifying.

"Thank you very, very much, lord. I will give you all my allegiance!"

Harry's consciousness came back from the Pensieve, he didn't yell or cry, he just sat there in a daze.

"How about Harry?" After about 5 minutes, Quirrell noticed Harry's hand movement and his eyeballs started to move again, so he pushed a cup of calming hot milk towards the boy.

"I..." Harry subconsciously picked up the milk. After thinking for a long time, the first thing he did was not to answer Quirrell, but to ask Lucius a question that made both adults look weird. Question, "Mr. Malfoy, did you ever like the Headmaster?"

Quirrell was still smiling, but his expression was obviously a little stiff, and his eyes were a little abnormal. Lucius could be sure that the Dark Lord was jealous: "Harry, your dean and I have never developed a relationship. It's more than friendship, we're just friends."

"Oh." Harry nodded, and took another sip of milk, "Mr. Malfoy, I often dream about the scene of the day when the tragedy happened when I was a child. The mysterious man did tell my mother to let her go, but she still rushed forward. .I killed her, and Dean Snape hates me not only because I look like my father, but also because I killed my mother, right?"

"Harry, do you know that after your mother died, Severus seriously considered suicide. But he didn't, because you are still alive, you are Lily's child under the protection of life. So, he does hate you, But he lives for you now."

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, Professor Quirrell, thank you for everything you have done for me." Harry smiled weakly and put down his empty glass, "Professor, I can borrow your Pensieve during the Christmas holiday this year." ?"

"Of course, you can come to me to pick it up before you go home."

"Thank you Professor, goodbye." Harry nodded, didn't say how he would handle the relationship with Snape, turned and left.

And Quirrell didn't ask, after all, he had already done what he could do, and rashly intervening in the next thing would not be good for Harry himself or anyone else.

Harry left, but the affairs of the two adults did not end today.

"Lord, news from Germany. Gellert Grindelwald died this morning in Nurmengard."

Originally, he wanted to continue to entangle Lucius about the Potions Professor question. Quirrell froze for a moment—of course he knew that there was nothing between Lucius and Snape, but jealousy is also the fun of couples, but Lucius The explosive news that Si threw out at the right time made Quirrell can only throw the little fun behind his head: "Is it confirmed?"

"I came late in order to wait for further confirmation. It is true that an old man who had the blood of the Grindelwald family and looked a lot like Gellert Grindelwald died. However, some people suspect that he was not the one who died. , or rather, the one who went back in the first place was not Gellert Grindelwald."

"That suspicious person, wouldn't it be Mr. Lucius Malfoy?"

Lucius shrugged and took out a photo: "The patriarch of the Frings family in Germany accepted one of his illegitimate sons into the family a few days ago."

Quirrell picked up the photo. The young man with a restrained smile on it was more like Gellert Grindelwald, the former demon king, than the skinny father who was known for his meanness, or he and Grindelwald when they were young It looks exactly the same.The status of the Frings family in Germany is similar to that of the Malfoy family in England, and they were also hit hard after the Dark Lord incident.It's just that in recent years, due to the sudden birth of Quirrell in England, the status of the Malfoy family is gradually recovering, but the Frings family is not so lucky.

Quirrell can use the power of magic to create a body that is incomparably compatible with the soul, so the previous generation who was born in a noble family, received a good magic education since childhood, and made great contributions in the fields of spells, alchemy and potions in his early years The Dark Lord, too, would be able to rejuvenate himself.However, Quirrell didn't think it was Grindelwald.

"It's too eye-catching. If Grindelwald really succeeded in fooling the German Ministry of Magic with the scapegoat, he wouldn't be able to appear so blatantly."

"You have always been extremely wise, mylord." Lucius smiled immediately, and took out two documents, "So, this is the most important news."

One is to confirm that Otto Frings is indeed the descendant of the Frings family, but there are some "little" problems with his appearance, his blond hair is dyed, and his blue eyes are actually caused by wearing Muggle contact lenses , there are many artificial, or more correctly, Muggle-made products under the skin of his face detected by Charms...

Quirrell's first reaction was that the wizard also knew to go to the Bangzi Kingdom for plastic surgery, but what made him a little curious was, if he was a normal wizard, wouldn't he notice these non-wizard clues?

Noticing Quirrell's probing eyes, Lucius quickly confessed: "The person sent to Germany is a mixed race. He is very capable and loyal enough, and he has a squib son."

Quirrell nodded: "He can give him the potion for treating squibs. I just happen to have some in stock. Moreover, there is no need to hide anything about the potion for squibs. You can spread it to the outside world."

"Yes, Lord."

Quirrell continued to look at the second copy, which contained news about vampires in the European continent. They were migrating to Germany on a large scale. According to rumors, even some prince-level blood clans who had avoided the world for many years were also included in the migration.And leading them was a strange blood race that suddenly appeared.

"There are no pictures, but according to some of my relatives, he looks like Grindelwald."

"I thought they wouldn't leave the Secret Realm."

"Occasionally they have to stretch their wings."