The Son of Light of the Snake House

Professor Jerome is a strange man, if I can... I don't want to spy on him.

It's not all for the master's order.

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Because tomorrow is the first day of school at Hogwarts, there will be many fresh children passing the golden and red Hogwarts Express train to the only advanced institute of magic knowledge in the UK. Daniel has already done this Ready, but it seems that his teaching assistant doesn't seem to be there yet.

"Assistant Quirrell, nice to meet you." Daniel smiled, tapped the table with his index finger knuckles, and immediately fresh hot English black tea was refreshed from the table, accompanied by a full range of sugar and milk. "Please use." As he said, he added two cubes of sugar to the tea and added a whole glass of milk in one go.

"Thank... thank you." Professor Quirrell stammered, reached out to help the dirty scarf on his head, and sat down uncomfortably: "I-I want to ask...to ask you to give me the content of the course... …Row."

Daniel lowered his head and took a sip of the tea, and couldn't help curling his lips under the cover of the rising mist, before asking in a normal tone: "Why, what's the problem?"

"I-I mean...is the content a bit... difficult?"

Daniel let out an "ah": "You mean..."

"I'm going to take the first class in the first year... the dementors, isn't it... a bit too dangerous?" Quirrell's voice was trembling, and his hands were shaking, as if he had Parkinson's.

"Is there?" Daniel tilted his head cutely: "I don't think-I have enough ability to protect them, besides..."

The silver-haired young man smiled shortly: "I think they came to Hogwarts to learn knowledge, not to play tricks, right?"

Professor Quirrell could only agree with him: "Yes, it is true...but the soul-hunter is a bit too super-class..."

Daniel put down the teacup in his hand, and stared at it with sharp eyes: "Then Assistant Professor Quirrell—" He deliberately killed the assistant's syllables "—what advice can I give to my teaching?"

Quirrell gritted his teeth: "How about the giant... monster?"

To his surprise, Daniel immediately agreed.

"Okay." He held up his teacup again with a disinterested expression on his face: "It doesn't make any difference anyway." He announced, but it didn't make people feel arrogant.

Then he looked at Professor Quirrell who breathed out and was about to drink tea with a smile and said, "Then you should go to rest, right? Although you are a teaching assistant, you don't have to undertake teaching obligations... It is quite important to enrich your own abilities. "

He was tired of arguing with this guy who couldn't understand his responsibilities here, and at this time, it was more meaningful to look at the spider eyes in the neighbor's bucket than to sit here.

Hearing this, Professor Quirrell's hand shook violently, and the hot tea spilled out immediately, flowing onto the garlic string on his chest, and then sank into the overlapping fabric of the robe.

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Harry Potter is like a dream.

In a trance, Ginny's voice could still be heard in his ear: "He's fine, don't worry about him. Our Albus Severus is a brave boy—after all, his name contains two Hogwarts names." the name of the headmaster."

"ewwwwww..." Harry closed his eyes, let out a heavy breath, reached out and touched his forehead, feeling that his brain was dizzy under the sun's rays: "...I believe him, of course."

Immediately afterwards, he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice coming from his ear: "What's wrong with you? You don't look very good."

"No, it's okay... I'm fine." Harry opened his eyes, and was immediately taken aback by the face that was so close in front of him. He tried his best not to scream, after all, he was 36 years old You are young and middle-aged, you can't always yell like an 11-year-old, can you?

"Are you all right? That's good." The boy stepped back, sat down on the chair behind him, and glanced at Harry imperceptibly.Pretending not to look at him again, he turned his head and looked out the window: "The other cars are full...Thank you for letting me sit here."

"You're welcome." Looking at the boy in front of him, Harry felt a splitting headache, and there seemed to be blinding lights in his eyes, but he still saw something.

The red-haired boy's face was covered with soft freckles, and there was a piece of dirt on the tip of his red nose.

Harry leaned back slowly in his chair.Hey, isn't it just someone who looks quite familiar, probably someone I saw at some Auror meeting... Damn it!Ron!

Ron saw the "suspected" savior classmate who was lying on the train seat with a weak face just now, and suddenly sat up straight from the chair, pointing at him with one hand, stunned. Baba said.

"You you you you... are you Ron? Ron Weasley?"

Ron:?Has the savior already started part-time fortune telling?

Ron nodded, not understanding why he was excited, and asked a little tactfully.

"How do you know my name? I haven't told you yet."

"Then what, I heard your family call you that before getting in the car."

After a while, Harry had fully understood the ins and outs of the matter.

He, a ill-fated, hard-working, inspirational, smart and intelligent savior of the new era, has gone back to the past!From the 36-year-old head of the Auror Division who was sending his second son on the Hogwarts Express, to the 11-year-old Harry who was anxiously preparing to leave for Hogwarts.

Harry was a little sluggish, especially after seeing the man opposite him who would become his best friend in the future and himself his brother-in-law, he suddenly made up his mind.

Once again, he would never let anyone die at Voldemort's hands!

He still remembers Voldemort's 7 Horcruxes, the black and shriveled palm of Principal Dumbledore after drinking the poison, the fall of one of the Hogwarts twin stars, and the phrase [lookatme]...

Maybe this time, he is no longer that weak and ignorant child, he can really save everyone and make all the regrets never happen again.

At least, let the people he loves no longer sacrifice.

Until Harry sat at the long table in Gryffindor again, he still thought so. He even recalled the severe pain on the scar, followed by Quirrell who was Voldemort's servant, and the one who was misunderstood by him. Professor for many years.

After Harry felt the sharp pain on the scar on his forehead like a needle prick, he confidently looked at the position on the teacher's bench that he had remembered for a long time:

Voldemort, let your horse come here!This time, let me really compete with you.

Then he met a pair of golden eyes full of smiles.

…So, if this handsome, tragic guy sitting next to Professor Snape is Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Quirrell, then who is the turbaned garlic guy sitting at the end of the long table? ? ? ? ? ?

The author has something to say:

Harry: History changed!Is this the butterfly effect? ?

Quirrell: Your whole family is the turban garlic people:) Do you know how hard it is for me to protect my master, you son of a bitch.

This Harry is my whim!Anyway, there is no outline for the episode (crying bitterly). This Harry is a 36-year-old Harry from the original world who has traveled through time. I feel that time-travelers will be a little more fun than ordinary people hahahahaha.