Chapter 19 I have a trick called suing the parents
"Mike Gretel, come to my office after dinner."
Gretel really wanted to ask Professor, "Can I not go?"
But when he turned around and saw the slightly playful look in Quirrell's eyes, he decisively chose to bow his head and agree honestly.
As a wizard cub, what should you do if you are targeted by a dark wizard?
If asked again now, what Grete would like to answer most is that if possible, of course he would sue the parents, especially the parents who have strong moral integrity and outstanding ability to protect the calf.
The most coincidental thing is that the most prolific professors at Hogwarts are calves.
Gretel had thought about going straight to Dumbledore's principal's office, but considering that Voldemort had already targeted him, if he was so reckless, he would definitely alert the enemy.
You are not afraid of a snake if you are startled. What you are afraid of is the retaliation after the snake runs away.
The worst thing was that when he arrived at the principal's office and still didn't see Dumbledore, a giant python jumped out of the grass and swallowed him up all at once.
Then they had to find another parent. Gretel's eyes lit up and he went straight to the Charms classroom.
In terms of the entire school, besides Dumbledore, who does Gretel trust the most?
Professor Flitwick naturally comes out on top.
Judging from the history of the school, all the previous Charms professors at Hogwarts were good duelists.
The reason why Professor Flitwick came to teach at Hogwarts was because he had been the dueling champion for countless times.
If Dean Flitwick is willing to accompany him to Quirrell's office, then as long as Voldemort is not willing to break up with him.
He, Mike Gretel, a first-year wizard and genius of the Eagle Academy, can declare with his hands on his hips that he is extremely safe.
But the troublesome part is how to make Professor Flitwick willingly accompany him without exposing the existence of Voldemort.
Mainly because Lao Fu's lurking skills were so good that even Dumbledore was able to hide it.
If he directly revealed Voldemort's identity, it would be easy to silence him.
So even if you pick it out, you still have to find a way to remove it to avoid being secretly poked by this poisonous snake.
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After dinner, Gretel followed Flitwick with a sheepish expression on his face.
There was nothing he could do. He relied on his aura of genius to trick his own dean.
But this was the best way he could think of at the moment, without revealing Voldemort's identity to the professor, and without Voldemort having any additional thoughts about him.
He sold Quirrell, and in the Charms class, he deliberately pretended to ask for advice, saying that he had a spell structure that he didn't quite understand.
Then he released all the obstacles in front of Professor Flitwick.
What's even more unfortunate is that because of the "insufficient level", there were many obstacles and the range was not controlled well, so many little wizards were pushed away.
If Professor Flitwick hadn't cast the Stop Curse quickly with his quick eyesight, everyone would have been kicked out of the classroom by the out-of-control Obstacle Curse.
Professor Flitwick, a good old man, got angry for the first time. He even scolded Quirinus Quirrell in class, saying that he had forgotten all the things he taught after so many years of graduation.
Later, when he heard that Quirrell wanted Gretel to come to his office at night, the professor immediately thought that he was poaching behind his back as the dean of the Eagle Academy.
Everyone loves gifted students, but not everyone has the ability to teach them well.
The professor immediately said that if he went there, he would take him with him. He would have a good discussion with Quirrell about the training of the little wizard.
In fact, in the afternoon Transfiguration class, Gretel also hinted to Professor McGonagall that someone wanted to interfere in the cultivation of genius wizards.
To be honest, based on Quirrell's performance since the beginning of school, everyone knows that he is simply not qualified to work as a formal professor.
If they had known about Quirrell's level, Hogwarts would have thought twice about becoming an assistant teacher, let alone directly issuing a letter of appointment.
However, there is no choice. Quirrell has already joined the job. No matter what, he must at least complete the teaching tasks for one school year.
Originally, Professor McGonagall had already made a move and was planning to come and have a detailed talk with Quirrell, asking him not to delay the normal development of a young wizard.
But when he heard that Flitwick had volunteered, he declined Gretel's idea of accompanying her.
"Professor Flitwick has already gone. It would be too aggressive if I go again. Don't worry, your dean will help you handle it."
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Even though an afternoon had passed, Professor Flitwick's anger still hadn't subsided much.
It can be seen from the professor's extremely fast pace that he can't wait to settle the score with Quirrell.
"Professor, I am McGregor." At Flitwick's signal, Gretel knocked politely on the door.
The heavy black wooden door opened automatically in a stylish manner. Quirrell clasped his hands and half leaned on the large carved pine chair with great grace.
"So, Mr. Gretel, are you interested in learning..."
Slow and elegant, accompanied by a hint of bewitching tone, came out from Quirrell's lips and teeth, and stopped abruptly when Professor Flitwick stepped out of the shadows.
"F, Professor Flitwick," Voldemort's teasing eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by the cowardice and nervousness that belonged to Quirinus Quirrell, "Why are you here?"
Flitwick walked into the office with his hands behind his back and a serious look on his face. He didn't see him waving his wand, and it floated straight to Quirrell's desk.
"Quirinus Quirrell."
"Yes, Professor." Quirrell lowered his head slightly, trying to keep the back of his head in the blind spot of Flitwick's eyes.
Snap, a book flew up and hit Quirrell hard on the head.
"Holy shit," Gretel gasped, his head spinning rapidly, now reminding the professor to prepare for action to ensure the safety of the two of them.
Before Gretel could finish thinking, the big book, which was more than ten centimeters thick, was smashed several times.
"It seems that you haven't forgotten that I taught you about spells, so how could you forget that I have emphasized time and time again that the most important thing for a young wizard is to lay a good foundation.
How old is he? Eleven years old. How long has he been in school? One month and eight days.
May I ask, when did I let you officially start learning spells when you were in school?"
Gretel noticed that Quirrell's expression struggled for a moment, but he finally answered meekly, "Professor, I remember clearly that at the end of the second month of school, the first magic I learned was the levitation spell."
"Then how dare you let a bunch of first-year students who haven't learned basic magic theory and basic magic configurations to cast with so many obstacles!!!"
It can be seen that Professor Flitwick is really angry. Every time he speaks, the big book makes love to the back of Quirrell's head.
In order to prevent Lao Fu from being humiliated and going full force, Gretel immediately stood up.
"Professor, it's not Professor Quirrell's fault. He didn't ask us how to cast the spell. He just told us that if we encounter a dark wizard, this spell can help us escape.
It's really not Professor Quirrell's fault, it's just that I want to learn. You know, I always want to learn something new, so I asked you for advice.
I know I was wrong, and I promise that I will not recklessly cast spells that I have not mastered in the future. Please don’t do it again..."
Gretel hadn't finished speaking, but Flitwick had already realized that Quirrell in front of him was no longer his student, but a formal professor with the same status as him, and they were colleagues.
The floating big book fell instantly, Professor Flitwick looked apologetic, and even the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose were twisted.
"Professor Quirrell, I'm really sorry. I was impulsive. You know, we are always afraid of something happening to the little wizard. Your head was not injured. Let me see..."
The back of the head is a forbidden area, how could Quirrell allow Flitwick to take off his turban.
Finally, after Quirrell sincerely stated that he had no grudge against Flitwick, and that his head was definitely not injured.
Flitwick finally calmed down and left Quirrell's office with Gretel.
Along the way, Flitwick stopped Gretel from trying to say anything until he closed the door of his office and relaxed suddenly.
"Gretel, you did the right thing. You must never stay alone with Quirrell." Flitwick's eyes were full of caution.