Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

"Neville was wearing gloves that day." Draco said with certainty, "Since you gave him those gloves, Neville has never forgotten to put them on before Potions class. And Hermione and Ron, they will also I asked him specifically before class, although the godfather never asked, but I noticed that he would first look at Neville's hand during class."

"Is there anything wrong with Neville or the gloves before the explosion?"

"Not paying attention." Draco shook his head.

Potions class is a class that requires concentration. After all, potions class is similar to chemistry class, even more dangerous than chemistry class. Explosions in potions class are nothing new.Draco, who learned to make potions with Snape since he was a child, of course understood this, so he was more attentive in potions classes than other classes, and naturally it was impossible to pay attention to what other people were doing.

Suddenly, Quirrell suddenly remembered something, he stood up with a wry smile and walked around twice: "It's my fault."

"Professor Quirrell?" Drake didn't understand what this had to do with Quirrell.

"I should have thought of "Safety Standards for Potions Class"." Quirrell sat down depressed, patted the bewildered Drake and said, "Draco, I'll take you back to the cellar."

"Okay, Professor Quirrell." Although he was still confused, Draco was very obedient and didn't ask any more questions.

What Quirrell thought of from the potion accident was the "Special Classroom Safety Standards" of his school in his previous life, including the safety standards for chemistry classes. Of course, because of the school's hardware facilities, most of the standards are actually just appearances. Goods - Also because the hardware configuration is not good enough, many chemical experiments are only limited to books, so the rules that can be used are enough.But for now, it's a good idea to apply some of these standards to Hogwarts' Potions class in a mere way.

After sending Draco back, Quirrell immediately started sorting out the "Potions Class Safety Standards", and by about nine o'clock in the evening, the first draft of the rules had been sorted out.If this rule is implemented, and further leaks and gaps are checked and filled in subsequent practical applications, Quirrell believes that even if the crucible explosion cannot be completely eliminated, the injuries of the students will definitely be greatly reduced.

Looking at this rule, what Quirrell felt was not excitement, but shame.He should have thought of it earlier, instead of solving Neville's troubles on the surface and everything would be fine.After all, the explosion of Neville's cauldron was the biggest potion accident since his arrival at Hogwarts, not the only one.He used to hear students laughing and talking about accidents where someone's cauldron exploded, dyed himself bright pink, or turned his nose into a carrot.

But at that time, he just thought it was fun, but he didn't realize the hidden danger behind the ridiculousness...

After finishing the rules, Quirrell originally wanted to go to Professor Sprout's office. After all, it was the Potions classroom that she and Snape had sorted out. They might have found some clues that could explain the accident.But looking at the time, it was nearly eleven o'clock, and it was obviously not the right time to disturb a lady.

Sitting on the head of the bed, Lucius held a book of fairy tales in his hand. The golden fairies flew around the book while singing. Of course, they were just hallucinations, and real fairies could not speak. of.Mikael was lying in his arms with his little butt pouted, with crystal saliva still hanging from his mouth, and he was already asleep.

Lucius just put the book on the bed, but not only didn't he dare to move Mikael away, he didn't even dare to move.Because Mikael's reaction is too sensitive, as long as his movement is a little bigger, Mikael will wake up - this is an experience, and it is not easy to make this energetic kid fall asleep matter.

"Draco is not as hard-working as you, Mikael~" Although as a father (and mother), Lucius was happy with this exhaustion, but he still complained in a low voice.But when Mikael waved his little hand twice in his sleep, Lucius immediately shut his mouth tightly.Until Mikael regained his tranquility, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You spoil him too much, Lucius." The door opened, and Quirrell stood outside in a rumpled robe.

"Wow?" Lucius didn't answer him, but Mikael sat up at a speed that was absolutely abnormal for a baby, and held out his hand to Quirrell.

"Mikael, I didn't expect you to know me." The baby's longest memory is a week, after which he will forget people and things, but now it seems that his son is really superhuman.Quirrell's depressed temperament suddenly improved a lot. He sat on the edge of the bed and wanted to hug Mikael.Who knew that after the little guy presented a big face again, he swooped... and hugged Quilo's silver dragon staff.So Quirrell withdrew the emotion just now, and he became even more depressed ~ "You look tired, lord."

"There was an explosion in Potions class."

"How about Drake?" But the explosion that Quirrell was worried about was definitely not a small accident, and Lucius suddenly became worried—just worried about his son, the big nobles were not as "fraternal" as Quirrell.

"Draco is fine. He is a child who can take care of himself very well. He wears amulets all the time, unlike his father who can't take care of himself."

Lucius smiled embarrassingly. He knew that Quirrell would definitely remember his previous two injuries for a lifetime.Luckily Kirlo didn't talk about it anymore, because like Lucius asked, he was really tired.Rising from the bed, Quirrell went to shower.

Looking at the dragon stick that Quirrell left in Mikael's arms, Lucius felt an unspeakable excitement.What does it mean for a wizard, especially one of Quirrell's stature, if only secretly, to put his wand into another's hands?

"You're holding on to your father's life, Mikael."

When Quirrell came out of the bathroom, he was greeted by a platinum aristocrat in pure white silk pajamas lying on the bed with the dampness after bathing.Beautiful scenery always makes people feel at ease, and the same is true for Quirrell. Although it cannot be said that he recovered instantly, at least he is no longer mentally tired.

"Where's Mikael?"

"What have you been paying attention to, lord?" Lucius laughed, reaching to the other side of the bedroom, where Mikael was sleeping soundly holding Quirrell's dragon staff.

"I've been paying attention to you, Lucius." Quirrell's face has been getting thicker and thicker. Instead of Lucius' teasing, he was teased back.

The platinum aristocrat smiled triumphantly. To him, Quirrell's teasing was an affirmation and praise of his charm. He waved his wand.The big bed in the bedroom instantly turned into a four-poster bed. The pure white lace bed curtain fell down, and then the bed curtain shook twice. First, a silk pajama top flew out, then trousers, and then... a His hand stretched out from behind the bed curtain, and his white and slender fingers picked up the same pure white panties~ In an instant, Quirrell regained his spirit from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside!