Eight hundred and twentieth chapters underestimated people and unsent warnings
"Cowardly? Mediocre? If you are so humble, there is no need for you to say it."
Elena chuckled lightly, took out a roll of parchment from her chest, flipped through it casually and said.
"Professor Quirinus Quirrell, don't you know that Hogwarts will record the past experiences of all outstanding graduates, faculty and staff, and record them in the archives? In the school archives, this is what is recorded about you.
Of: Ravenclaw prefect, head boy, one of the few O.W.L.s and straight A graduates at Hogwarts, and—"
Elena's eyes flashed with a strange light, and after a pause, she continued.
"——Professor of Dark Arts Defense who has made outstanding sacrifices and contributions in dealing with the dark wizard Voldemort."
The world's cutest Fairy Queen was chanting softly while looking at Quirinus Quirrell's face. There was a very subtle curiosity and amusement hidden in her lake-blue eyes.
Different from his previous embarrassed expression, Quirrell fell into silence after hearing Elena's description.
"It's really interesting that you didn't refute such a comment," the girl narrowed her eyes slightly and continued, "Of course, this paragraph has not been officially written into the file yet - after all, it is about what happened in the shadows after Voldemort's possession.
Apart from you, no one else knows about this secret struggle. I can only speculate based on some side information... such as the help tips you quietly gave, and some clumsy bad things that have not yet been carried out.
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"A reminder for help? A bad thing that hasn't been carried out yet... a bad thing?"
Quirinus Quirrell blinked and looked at Elena with confusion on his face.
"Troll. If my guess is correct, you have thought about sneaking trolls into the school before, right? For example, on Halloween, Christmas, and Easter when students gather in the auditorium. Or maybe
, are you going to secretly recite a spell during the Quidditch match to make Harry Potter fall off his broom to cope with the tasks assigned by Voldemort?"
Elena tilted her head and asked in a cute voice, like a child asking about the content behind the fairy tale.
In an instant, Quirinus Quirrell felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up suddenly.
Not even Voldemort knew about these things. Most of them were just unformed plans in his mind. Before they could be implemented, they were aborted because he encountered these two demon kings during his first trip to the Forbidden Forest.
Accompanied by the girl's demonic voice, Quirrell suddenly felt as if he had been completely stripped naked.
"You, how could you..." Quirinus Quirrell said in a dry voice.
"Obviously, just some trivial prediction skills."
Elena spread her hands and said openly, "I remember there was this course in Hogwarts, right? Some wizards have the innate ability to see into the future, and I just happened to see destiny.
For some tributaries of the long river, the observed future may not arrive as promised, but we can still use it to understand the world."
"This is impossible, I have never heard of such a prophet." Quirrell's face was full of comedy.
"Yes," Elena smiled and nodded, "Professor Dumbledore thought so at first. Maybe you can have a good exchange with the professor later. If there is enough time, I would actually be happy to tell you a story.
: For example, how we annexed Gringotts, how we rescued the "wizard traitors" from the former Soviet Union, how we quietly allowed ourselves to dominate public opinion, and how we imprisoned Voldemort's Horcruxes and studied them bit by bit in the secret room.
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Quirinus Quirrell's breathing gradually became faster, and his fists subconsciously clenched the quilt.
Although he didn't know what the girl was talking about about some of the stories, the news he and Voldemort had read in the Daily Prophet before he fell into coma some time ago, as well as his little common sense about the wizarding world, were already strange enough.
In Luo's mind, he sketched out a terrifying shadow that silently enveloped the world.
There is no doubt that he, who had just escaped from Voldemort, now encountered an even more terrifying demon king.
"But you still didn't tell me, why me?"
The young wizard took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and spent a lot of effort to keep his tone steady.
"Even if I did think that way, what does it mean? It just further illustrates that I am not the outstanding wizard you expect. As a dark wizard, I am not cold and smart enough. On the other hand, I am not cold and smart enough.
There are no noble qualities worth saving. If they were decent wizards, I believe they would be much braver than me."
"Oh, that's right. Professor Quirrell, courage and wisdom come in many forms."
Elena shook her finger and said with a sweet smile.
"Based solely on your grades in school and your single-handed pursuit of Voldemort - especially when Voldemort probably didn't even know he was there - to be honest, you succeeded in finding him.
, started the battle round process, which is enough to show your uniqueness."
"That's just luck..." Quirrell smiled dryly.
"Well, okay. Let's just call this luck. Then let's talk about something else."
Elena curled her lips noncommittally and glanced meaningfully at the scarf Quirrell placed beside the bed.
"Why did you add garlic to your scarf? There are many similar situations in the world, but you chose the worst reason - if I remember correctly, in the third grade Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook
There should be corresponding introductions in the book. Real vampires are not afraid of garlic. Voldemort’s possession should not affect your memory, right?"
"I..." Quirrell opened his mouth, and a trace of gloom flashed across his face.
"What a clever excuse. The most important thing is that that idiot Voldemort was actually deceived by you."
Elena crossed her legs and shook them, snapping her fingers appreciatively.
"Even Professor Dumbledore probably wouldn't be able to keep Tom Riddle in garlic for that long, right? And compared to your courage, what I appreciate more is your mentality in a desperate situation - if this can't be done
To make you surrender, the mere loss of magic power and dark history are even less likely to be the arrows that break down the defense in your heart."
"Of course, there are also those warnings that you haven't had time to issue yet..."
Elena sighed softly and blinked her eyes mischievously, "As a lucky person who was lucky enough to have a glimpse of the future, isn't it right to respond in a timely manner after receiving the message you sent in the 'future' in advance?
Is it what you expected?"
In the original plot, Quirinus Quirrell's various actions were inherently suspicious.
Unlike those colleagues who hurriedly traveled through time after just watching a few movies, Elena's "past life" is a very experienced research party. By deducing and verifying based on the actual situation, a lot of hidden information can naturally be obtained.
Strictly speaking, in the entire Harry Potter series, the only thing in the entire Harry Potter series that is truly under Dumbledore's control is the Philosopher's Stone.
Most people usually like to attribute this credit to the extraordinary wisdom of the Headmaster of Hogwarts, but few people have noticed the efforts Quirinus Quirrell made in this secret, and that time
This is a warning given with life.
Perhaps Dumbledore noticed it, but the old man finally chose the coldest and safest way.
"Troll, this is the first hint you originally planned to give us."
Elena raised her finger and said seriously, regardless of whether Grindelwald could understand.
"The troll's weak point is at the back of its head, the uninvited guest who breaks into the castle, the big man who is not good at words, the classic description of Defense Against the Dark Arts... These elements seem to have no problem when viewed separately - but if they are combined together, then
There happened to be such a 'troll' giving lectures at Hogwarts at that time, wasn't it?"
"Quidditch, this is the second prompt..."
"Unicorn blood, this was supposed to be the third prompt..."
Along with Elena's analysis, Quirinas Quirrell's expression kept changing, and finally turned into a long sigh.
"It seems that I'm doing pretty well in the future?" Quirrell said, with some trembling in his voice, "So you discovered everything and laid out a plan to ambush Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest in advance, right? Although it's different from what I thought.
,but--"
"Oh, sorry, that was just an accident."
Elena shook her head politely and answered unusually candidly.
"In the original plan, we planned to abandon you directly, because no one knew how to separate another soul from one person's soul, and no one could ensure that the one left behind was the original soul. Then
In this case, it is obviously wiser and simpler to pretend not to know and wait for subsequent miracles to appear."
"So... I'm actually a prison?"
Quirinus Quirrell nodded thoughtfully and let out a chuckle.
"You can say that, that's right. It's just that the jailers failed to take good care of the cells - the guards on both sides failed in their duties."
Elena turned her head and rolled her eyes at Grindelwald in disgust, then continued unhurriedly.
"Tom Riddle is not a gambler. He lacks the romantic spirit of all-or-nothing. So from another perspective, only when Voldemort abandons you and lets your dilapidated body die of rapid depletion, can you
To truly get rid of one's own suspicion and have a chance to regain a new life... Yes, this is just an opportunity."
"Then, the explanation time is almost over. Let me ask you again, what is your answer-"
The girl paused for a moment, tapped her fingers on Grindelwald's wand, and said meaningfully.
"Don't worry, you have many opportunities to answer before you completely lose consciousness..."
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