Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Drake thought that facing Grindelwald's fangs just now was the most fearful thing in his life, but if you want to compare him, it was just an appetizer just now, and now is the main meal.

"It's really interesting." Grindelwald leaned over and bent over to look at Mikael. "Although it looks a bit like a Chinese fireball dragon at first glance, it is actually quite different. His scales are not scarlet, And closer to rose red, the nose is not a snub nose, but a nose similar to that of a Welsh green dragon, and it has wings..."

However, his gentle tone and calm facial expression did not reassure Draco, because no matter how he looked at it, he felt that Grindelwald looked like his godfather when he was researching potion materials, and when he finished the research and made a comparison, generally That's when the shiny dissecting tools come out and start breaking down the material.

Grindelwald finished observing Mikael's upper body, and wanted to continue to see the difference in the lower body.But the lower half of the little guy was still wrapped in the diaper, and Draco's arm was holding him, pressing down on the diaper.Grindelwald subconsciously tugged at Draco's arm, but he didn't.The former demon king frowned, dissatisfied that someone disturbed his research, and the peaceful aura on him just now disappeared, replaced by majesty and anger.So this made Draco think that his guess was not wrong. Grindelwald was indeed going to dissect his brother, so when Grindelwald glared at him, he didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter.

Looking at Draco's eyes full of alertness and fear, Grindelwald, who had just entered the research state, finally came back to his senses.

"A rare phenomenon of atavism." He straightened his collar and said with a smile, "I've only seen it in the ancient Egyptian wizard's notes, the kind of clay tablet. But I really didn't expect that modern wizards with thin blood would also If this happens, and you are still a precious descendant of the ancient dragon, your two fathers seem to be very powerful, regardless of their bloodlines or their abilities."

"...Thank you." Draco thanked him in embarrassment. After all, he was only an underage boy. It was hard to imagine that such a prestigious figure as Grindelwald would make such a colorful joke with a child like him. .

"Although I hope to continue to study it, I think it is more important to wrap your brother up now. Otherwise, no matter what your father does now and in the future, he will not be able to see his son."

After reaching an agreement with the Earl, it was not the Earl himself who took Quirrell to see Drake and Mikael, but an unexpected person-Bellatrix.Lestrange, and Bella who has become a blood clan!Otherwise, all those Death Eaters would have disappeared. Even if Quirrell secretly used the black ink mark to find them, there would always be a feeling of separation. It turned out that they had left the UK long ago, and that barrier was naturally the blood race. The power of the blood contract.But these Death Eaters who have obtained the long-term residency in Azkaban are a group of absolute racists with wizard supremacy. It is hard to believe that they would agree to become blood races.Because for wizards, blood races that are severely degraded in modern times are definitely not noble.

"Lord...is he really back?" Bella didn't take Quirrell away immediately, he drove away the descendants of the other two counts, and asked Quirrell nervously.

"Yes, Lady Lastrange."

"Why?! Why is he... no no! The lord will never do anything wrong, unless he has his own considerations, or... there is a villain by his side!" Bella's tone and expression were sad from the beginning The mourning suddenly turned into madness and ferocity, the black eyes stared straight at Quirrell, and his hands were grasping nervously.Quirrell noticed that her dark blue nails began to grow longer and sharper, and believed that as long as his answer was not in line with the lady's intentions, Bella would pounce on him and tear him to pieces in the next second.

Quirrell was about to say something perfunctory to the lady, so that she would quickly bring herself to Draco, but before he could speak, Bella had instantly recovered from a madwoman to a lady.

"That brat! Although it's Quirinus. Quirrell's child, but it's actually Lord's, isn't it? Malfoy's man, only the Dark Lord can touch it. Although I hate half of his platinum gold Blood! But my love for the other half of black blood is enough to make me do anything for him." Bella smiled happily and sweetly, as if she was facing her beloved Voldemort.

Quirrell hesitated for a moment, but remained silent.After all, he couldn't say anything to Bella, and although Bella's confession was wonderful enough, Quirrell couldn't trust her.Besides, Bella only loves Voldemort in this world, so much that she has no ego or principle. Although this kind of love moved Quirrell a little, but this kind of love of "for my love, I would rather let the world be destroyed" is really impossible. Let Quirrell agree.

Bella finally stopped praising and eulogizing Voldemort's love, and used a silver bracelet-shaped portkey-a magic-triggered portkey, and it was clear that she was also the beneficiary of the miracle light.Although Quirrell knew that Miracle Light had already been released on a small scale, he didn't expect that before the wizards really benefited, it would be the blood race who tasted the sweetness first.

They came to a Gothic castle, a typical blood clan preference.A gray-haired, elegant old butler stepped out and dismantled Bella's work of entertaining guests.

"Welcome, Mr. Bell. I believe you are tired now, please change your clothes first and rest for a while, the host will meet you at dinner."

Quirrell felt that the reception words were a bit strange, so he rested when he had a rest, why did he say to change clothes?Soon Quirrell understood that the old butler did not take him to the guest room, but led him to a room with mirrors on the walls and ceiling except for the floor.

"Please change your clothes, sir. Also, please give me your suitcase." A few maids came in and neatly arranged everything from underwear, cuffs to belt leather shoes on a chair on one side.It's a bit like an undercover police search before entering a den of robbers, only more thorough.

"Can I have my wand and vial?" The Polyjuice Potion was still in the trunk.

"I trust that you will not need to use any magic here. As for medicines, we can prepare you the best medicines of any kind."

"That's best, because I have Crossen's disease." Quirrell nodded as if relieved, and began to undress.

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and then his face became a little gloomy. This disease is one of the terminal illnesses, and there is no uniform treatment plan. Some treatment methods are even opposite, and the side effects of various medicines are completely different.Even if he brought the "best" potion, it was hard to say whether Quirrell would die suddenly after drinking it.But the premise is that Quirrell really has this disease, and when Quirrell took off his shirt, the butler's suspicion suddenly dropped to the lowest point.Because there were two absolutely abnormal crimson scaly skins on Quirrell's back-the compound decoction could not hide the scale marks on his back after the wings were retracted.

"May I ask, which doctor prepared your potion?"

"Not the doctor, but the professor at Hogwarts, Severus Snape."

"...You can leave your medicine bottle, Mr. Bell.", "Thank you very much, Mr. Housekeeper." Quirrell hesitated and put his hand on the belt, "Do you want to see the end?"

"It is my pleasure to serve you."

"..." Quirrell gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to throw the old man out, and the appointed man began to take off his pants.This was the first time he took off his clothes in front of people other than Lucius after time travel.

Without the wand, the talisman was asked to "keep" by the housekeeper, and the clothes were also taken away, including the several portkeys hidden inside. Quirrell is really fighting alone now...

During dinner time, the old butler called Quilo to the dining room on time. When he opened the door, the first thing Chilo saw was a short-haired boy with platinum blonde hair holding a baby.But after only one glance, he looked at the vampire sitting in the main seat with a gloomy face: "What do you think the two fakes can get you? Miraculous light, or angry revenge?"

"Why do you say that, young man?" The Blood Race smiled, "How can you tell that he is not your two little masters?"

"The process is not important, what matters is the result, what do you think?"

"Tough young man, know that being tough here won't do you any good."

"I'm a person destined to die. It doesn't matter if it's not good for me here, as long as it's good for my master, and then good for my family."

"Doomed to die?" The blood race was a little puzzled, but he quickly reacted, "Well, you will meet your two little masters, really." The blood race waved his hand, and "Draco" held the baby and bowed. He bowed and turned to leave.

Quirrell was still standing there, and the Kindred's reaction was funny, funny enough to remind some neglected part of him.