[Comprehensive] My daily life is not right

Tang Xin didn't know if Dumbledore wanted to test her or something else. He probably knew that Quirrell had a problem, but he still chose him to teach him.There was a hint of doubt in her eyes, but Dumbledore looked expectant and blinked at her.

Tang Xin refused in her heart, she couldn't let Voldemort invade her brain to teach her, who knows what he would do with this opportunity.

But she didn't show it, and immediately put on a bright smile and stretched out a hand to Quirrell, who was wearing a thick turban.

"Please, Professor Quirrell."

Quirrell's face was not very good, but he tried to be natural, looking timid and harmless.

He hesitated to shake Tang Xin's hand next time, intending to complete this unique meeting ceremony in the Muggle world.

In the next second, his entire face was contorted.

The white and slender palm squeezed his hand with a terrifying force, clamped tightly, but the surface was not obvious, Quirrell could even hear the sound of bones being dislocated, and a layer of cold sweat immediately covered his forehead .

Yesterday was the belly, today is the hand... Quirrell was traumatized one after another and wanted to cry without tears.

Is there a grudge!

And these details were not seen by Dumbledore because his back was facing the desk.

Tang Xin stared into his eyes, and smiled softly: "I feel like old friends at the first meeting, as if I met somewhere, this is probably fate."

Quirrell was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He looked at the bottomless pupils in front of him and felt a kind of panic that the secret was completely seen through. The vague information in her words made him dare not show any dissatisfaction. normal.There was a sudden sharp pain in the back of the head.

Even the Dark Lord did not dare to communicate with Quirrell under the eyes of Dumbledore. Quirrell did not receive any instructions, and he was hesitant and did not know how to deal with it.

Tang Xin only held his hand for a few seconds before letting go, but for Quirrell, it seemed like an hour of torture. As soon as he freed his hand, he turned his back to face Professor Dumbledore, with an unfaltering expression on his face Weak and sweaty.

"To tell you the truth, professor... I've had a terrible headache recently, and I'm thinking of applying for a few days of leave from you. I'm afraid I can't help this child..."

"Oh?" Dumbledore's face was full of concern, and his gaze through the round lens looked particularly sincere. "You really don't look well. Have you seen Bobby? Her potions have always worked well."

"Ah, yes, I'm going to ask Madam Pomfrey to check it out for me." Quirrell's eyes were sad, his whole body looked sluggish, "I'm afraid it's because I don't have the spare energy to teach Occlumency recently. Sophisticated lessons."

Tang Xin pretended to cover her mouth: "Oh, it's such a pity. I thought I could 'communicate' with you... But your body is the most important thing, and Professor Dumbledore must have thought so."

Quirrell was even more sad, and he didn't dare to look at her.

"There is really no way." Dumbledore shook his head, and with a wave of his wand, he conjured up a plate of pastries, "How about an egg yolk crisp? Tang Xin made it, and you might feel better after eating it."

"..." When Qi Luo heard that Tang Xin had taken a big step backwards, he instinctively refused, "No, no need...Professor, I will go back first if I can, I have to drink some painkilling potions quickly .”

Dumbledore looked at him lovingly.

"Oh sure, let's go."

Tang Xin and Dumbledore watched Quirrell stumble away from the office together, as if a troll was chasing him.

She couldn't help but feel a little bit in her heart.

"I saw..." There was a faint voice beside him.

Tang Xin looked at the portrait of the first principal hanging on the wall. He raised his beard and curled his lips, but there was a sly smile in his eyes.

"The kid's hands are swollen."

Dumbledore laughed, holding the egg yolk pastry over his dense and fluffy beard and firmly sending it to his mouth.

Tang Xin always felt that these guys clearly knew something and came here on purpose.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand and said, "Come on, boy, sit here."

Tang Xin walked over to sit down slowly, took the lemon juice pushed by Dumbledore, and couldn't help but said: "Professor Dumbledore, I came here to study sincerely. If you want, I can use the unique lemon juice in our space In exchange for clone magic." Anyway, it was invented by Loki, so it's useless.

Dumbledore looked at Tang Xin with gentle eyes, and did not continue the topic: "I'm sorry, child, but you seem to know something?"

Tang Xin didn't want to gossip with the old man who was living like a fox, so he hit a straight ball.

"I don't know what kind of professor would go to the Forbidden Forest late at night to drink the blood of a unicorn. Could it be a folk remedy for the wizarding world?"

Dumbledore's face changed slightly, he took a fixed look at Tang Xin, and immediately understood the meaning of her words.The portraits beside him quietly exclaimed a few times.

He was silent for a long time, and continued to eat the egg yolk crisp, his tone was as relaxed as before.

"Thank you for telling me this. Don't worry, I still have another candidate for you, who is absolutely excellent and reliable."

Tang Xin believed it.

After she went to report to the new teacher's office, she found that the other teacher was indeed excellent and reliable.

...but not friendly at all.

The tall man's black robe reached the ground, his pale face showed no expression, like a layer of frozen ice exuding a chill from inside to outside. He stood in front of Tang Xin, his eyeballs moved slightly and looked down at her like alms. condescending.

The words he uttered were even more poisonous.

"I don't want to know why Dumbledore would agree to teach an outsider the secret skills of the wizarding world. I hope you don't waste my precious time."

"Pleasuring Dumbledore doesn't work for me, you'd better focus on your studies - and get back where you belong."

"..."

Even though Tang Xin had been mentally prepared for a long time, he was almost unable to keep smiling after being slapped across the face by a poisonous professor.

She took a few deep breaths and told herself that Snape was just like that, and that she was supposed to lower her profile when she came to study.

"No problem Professor, I will try my best."

Snape snorted coldly, turned around and walked to a small door in the office. Tang Xin waited outside for a while, and heard a low growl full of irony from inside.

"Dear guest, do you still want me to invite you in?"

You didn't say let in...!

Tang Xin suddenly worried that one day he would lose control and beat up the primary school teacher.

The space inside is not large, there are a few lonely chairs, a bucket containing unknown objects, and an extinguished fireplace.

It doesn't look ordinary shabby.

Tang Xin sat on the chair opposite Snape, and the wooden stool creaked.

"Clear your mind." Snape held the wand in one hand and gave Tang Xin a very brief instruction, his black eyes locked on her sharply.

"?" Tang Xin blinked and asked uncertainly, "Do you mean you don't think about anything?"

"If you have this level of understanding, then I don't think it's necessary to continue." Snape said blankly.

"I'll try..." Tang Xin twitched the corner of her mouth, closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind, putting herself in a daze.

Easier said than done, she found it difficult not to think about anything at all, especially with such a keen sense of hearing and smell that she could hear people stalking past outside the office.

Then she felt as if someone was peeping into her thoughts, and her body immediately became alert spontaneously.

"Are you having a Yule Ball in your head? Or maybe you just don't understand what the word cleaning means—"

"Sorry, I'll do it again..."

Tang Xin kept trying, thinking about what Snape said to clear away all distracting thoughts and get rid of superfluous emotions, and after Snape impatiently repeated the insanity several times, he gradually mastered some tricks.

She simulated a blank screen in her mind, with a black frame around it, so as not to distract her thoughts, and then stared at the screen and devoted herself to the white.

This seemed to have some effect, at least Snape's tone softened a bit, although it was still cold and hard.

"Don't forget your subconscious mind, it tells me much more than that screen."

Tang Xin felt that the screen in front of her was a bit blurry, she immediately stabilized her mind and let herself go more immersively.

This is a very strange feeling. After a long time, Tang Xin found that she seemed to be out of the body, in a special space, and she was transformed into veins extending everywhere in this space, and she could not see any substance. The things in the body are swimming along the veins, being pulled by strange suction.

Physical strength, the magical power belonging to Asgard was mobilized, forming a vortex in her mind, and the mysterious power contained spread to the minutiae of the nerves.

At this time, she vaguely felt a consciousness that didn't belong to her, which invaded her nerve network abruptly. She captured that trace of energy with a ferocious instinct, and attacked unceremoniously.

Suddenly, some strange pictures appeared in my mind.

Little wizards in black robes, someone laughing loudly, cramped and dark space, dangling black-rimmed glasses... and a girl as beautiful as a lily.

"Hey snot, stay away from her—"

Tang Xin realized something was wrong, and hurriedly withdrew from his thoughts.

At this moment, there was a loud bang, and she opened her eyes in shock, only to see Snape knocked over the chair under him and stood up, his face was covered with dark clouds and his eyes were bewildered and fierce.

His wand was poked squarely in front of her eyes.

Tang Xin intuitively felt the danger.

Snape's chest heaved, his voice was tight in a thread, filled with irrepressible anger.

"Forget everything—"

Can't let him finish reading.

This thought flashed through Tang Xin's mind, and he instinctively made a judgment. He quickly grabbed the wizard's outstretched hand and pulled it in front of him. Pressed on the ground.

Then the house fell into silence.

"..."

It's over.