Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Because the bed exercise with Lucius was too intense the night before, so the next morning, Quirrell only had time to give Lucius a good morning kiss, and hurriedly took the dragon stick from his son's arms, and tied it. button, darting into the fireplace--then he jumped back, because he forgot to sprinkle the Floo powder...

However, he finally stepped on the bell and entered the classroom, so he was not late.

The Potions Master opened his eyes in the hospital wing as Quirrell began his lecture.Quirrell originally thought that the dose of the Death Water was enough for him to sleep for a day, but apparently Snape had become resistant to the potion, so he woke up a few hours earlier.

The air in the medical wing is not like a Muggle hospital with the smell of disinfectant, but it is full of the aroma of plants and trees that can make most people relax.This was the effect of some refreshing plants Madam Pomfrey had asked Professor Sprout to bring, but the Snake King was clearly one of the few who couldn't relax here.Because his first reaction when he opened his eyes was that this is not a cellar, but a strange random place!His nerves and muscles tensed in an instant, and his right hand quickly searched for his wand around his waist, wrist, and under the pillow, "Dean! You're awake!" At this moment, a child's voice suddenly sounded , Snape looked in the direction of the voice, and what he saw was the Savior in pajamas.The white cotton pajamas were full of dazzling patterns of kittens playing with balls of yarn, and this taste combined with the current environment, he finally realized where this was, and also remembered the sound he heard last in his sleep up.Obviously, he was stunned.

Snape said something to Harry, without even looking at him, and he was about to get out of here immediately.Waking up in a strange place—although the medical wing can be considered within Hogwarts, for the Snake King, only the cellar is his territory—without a wand, the first thing he saw was Potter and Potter. Bloody look-alike savior!

In this world, is there anything worse than this?

But when the quilt was lifted and he saw the damn duck pajamas he was wearing, Snape knew that there were worse things in this world!

Looking at the frozen Potions Professor, Harry leaned forward enthusiastically: "Do you want to eat, Dean?"

"Thank you, I'm not hungry." Snape rarely looked at Harry. He lowered his head and put the quilt back on his lap. But between "wrap yourself tightly in a quilt like a poor girl" or "it's just a top, if you don't lower your head, you won't see what you're wearing", I chose the latter.

"Gurrrr~" A strange sound sounded, Snape first glanced at his stomach, then quickly raised his head, looking at Harry with fierce eyes.Sure enough, Harry was also looking at his stomach, and the moment he noticed Snape's murderous gaze, he immediately raised his head: "I didn't hear anything, Dean!"

"Get out, Potter." Snape's voice was still low, but Harry knew that the Snake King's anger must be stronger now than when he yelled.

"I really didn't hear anything, Dean." Harry lowered his head so that Snape could better see his blinking green eyes.

"Go~go~" But Snape's face became even worse, his voice was almost squeezed out through his teeth.

"Okay, I'm going out, Dean." Harry nodded helplessly, but he just took two steps outside before returning, and he put his wand on Snape's fierce gaze. Bedside, "I think you need this, Dean."

After waiting outside for 5 minutes, the Dean of the Snake Yard came out after recovering from head to toe black.Holding his wand, he looked at Harry with some confusion.

"Hi, Dean." Harry greeted him as if he had just met him.

Snape handed his wand over as if he was going to attack Harry with it, and Harry took his wand, delighted that he had just left it right.

"Cough!" Snape coughed.

"What's the matter, Dean?"

"..." The thin pink lips tightened even more. Harry looked at the slightly dry lips with longing. When will he have his first kiss?

"Potter?"

"Dean, I'm listening. What do you want to say?" Harry immediately stood up straight, with a fever on his face. He remembered that Drake seemed to have said that Snape was also a master of insanity, although he knew that Snape He would not use this kind of spell on a minor like him, but... guilty conscience is inevitable.

"Nothing, goodbye." Snape turned and left. In fact, he wanted to thank him, but he couldn't express his thanks to Harry's pure Potter face.

Although Harry didn't know what Snape was thinking, but that "goodbye" was enough for him to smile. This was the first time that he and Snape could get along so "warmly". He had to keep working hard, one day All his wishes will come true~ Quirrell didn't know what Harry was thinking, after finishing the morning class, his first thought was to find a place to sleep, this time he was really tired.

But to his surprise, Percy was waiting for him outside the classroom again this time.But it wasn't another potion accident, it was...

"The principal is waiting for you in the office, Professor Quirrell."

"Wait a minute, I'll get something." Of course, what Quirrell wants to get is his share of the rules.

When he came to the principal's office, to be honest, Dumbledore's current appearance shocked Quirrell.He's old—although Dumbledore was originally an old man, even in the past, even when facing his long white hair and beard, people couldn't think of the old side. In front of him, both old people and children could Clearly feel a kind of vitality of life.

"Are you ill, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"No, thank you for your concern, child." Dumbledore smiled, but he was full of exhaustion.

"Regarding yesterday's potion accident, I wrote a rule, I hope you can read it, Headmaster."

"Oh, of course." Dumbledore accepted the rules with a smile. After reading two pages, he put the stack of parchment on the table, "You are a good boy, Quirinus."

"Thank you, principal." Quirrell was at a loss for this compliment.

"You did a lot of things, all for the children. But, you did one wrong thing, you let him out..."

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"I think we have to work together, darklord."—