0006 Of course Quirrell has to fill the hole Voldemort dug.
After hesitating several times, Ani decided to risk being written down in Dumbledore's notebook and ask the question that he had thought about in his previous life.
"Before or after Albania."
"After that." Smart people feel comfortable talking, at least they can save a lot of saliva.
"After I found out that he wanted to find Tom, I always wanted to guide him on another path, but unfortunately I failed in the end."
"Ani, I can't manipulate people's hearts. As an elder, I can guide you, provide help, and answer your questions. I can provide suggestions, but I can't make decisions for you."
In the previous life, some people thought that Dumbledore was a great conspirator, and even Voldemort was tricked by him. And Quirrell was an unlucky man who was deliberately sent to Albania to lure Voldemort to give up on gathering strength and come to Hogwarts.
Bo, by the way, help him train the savior tool man.
What Ani wanted to ask was whether Quirrell was traveling for Voldemort, or whether he accidentally met his remnant soul during his travels. Judging from Dumbledore's answer, this bad old man's bottom line was higher than Ani had expected.
A little higher.
Of course, Aini would not naively think that Old Deng is a purely good person. You must know that Grindelwald’s slogan does not belong solely to him.
Through his answers, Aini also gained a deeper understanding of Old Deng, and certain inferences drawn from them made the position of principal of Hogwarts completely unattractive to him.
Burying his face in Fox's feathers, Aini's mouth curved in an inexplicable way.
Haha, using Voldemort's host to consume the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts should really add an Anti-Dark Lord Creative Award to Dumbledore. I'm really looking forward to your performance...
"Professor Quirrell."
A girl with long curly hair and extremely bright eyes walked over quickly. As she looked around, it seemed that the darkness in the corner had receded a little.
"Criva, Miss Watt, what's the matter?" Chilo stumbled in response. He smelled the aroma, frowned slightly, and took a step back without leaving a trace. He was surrounded by the stench for a long time.
All good smells are so pungent.
"Before entering the auditorium, you'd better change into a robe." Penello gestured, and saw a large amount of semi-dried mucus clinging to the hem of Quirrell's robe.
This senior from the same school was known for being timid when he was teaching Muggle Studies. After going out for training, he suddenly became a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Unfortunately, he still made little progress. Not only did he stutter, but he also smelled of garlic.
Angry, to be honest, I’m not likable at all.
However, the kind-hearted Miss Crevat didn’t want to see him make a fool of himself and be ridiculed by everyone, so she endured the discomfort coming from her nose and warned him loudly.
"Thank you, thank you. I'm going to change my clothes." Quirrell pulled a forced smile on his lips, watching Penello and the female companion who had caught up with him go away together, and there were still words in his ears such as "Then
You should get over it when you stink...", "Stop talking, he is already very pitiful..." and other words, with twisted hatred in his eyes.
Walking quickly towards the office, Quirrell felt that his heart was burning, and even his body, which had become cold after being possessed by his master, felt a little hot.
I screamed from the bottom of my heart, these dirty mudbloods dared to look down on me, and even tried to show themselves the mercy full of superiority.
Alien me, laugh at me, despise me, hate me. This is your last happiness. My master will give me strength.
When my great Master returns, I will turn alienation into begging, ridicule into flattery, contempt into fear, disgust into hatred.
After closing the door of the office, the twisted hatred in Quirrell's eyes has turned into abnormal piety, "Return, great master, your humblest servant is willing to dedicate everything to help you live forever."
"Quillo, my loyal servant." A hoarse whisper sounded like it came from hell, "Get that stone, and I, the omnipotent, will give you supreme power and endless glory."
"You fart!"
Harry hurriedly pulled Ron back. His new friend was as reckless as a North African bull, and the only thought in his head was to kill all the matadors.
At this point, Mr. Draco Malfoy is undoubtedly extremely talented. With just one word and a look, he can make the redhead in front of him furious. Fortunately, Bill walked into the auditorium at this time, and Malfoy hurriedly took Bear Big Bear Er with him.
Leave, otherwise Snape would never mind floating over and deducting 10 points from Gryffindor.
Ani looked at the farce opposite him casually, but looked at Quirrell next to Snape with his peripheral vision.
Since the breakthrough in perception, he can switch to another perspective and observe the flow of magic power. In this state, Mr. Quirrell and Voldemort are simply shining black.
Is this the magic version of "asking for it"?
It seems that although the share of magic power left by Slytherin cannot be changed, as a principal and a legendary wizard, there is still no problem in channeling the power of the curse.
Judging from the fact that Lockhart, Lupin, Umbridge and others did not lose their lives in the original book, the Quirrell Curse Absorber is still very useful.
But...
Always feel like something is wrong?
"Professor Scamander."
A soft and slightly low call interrupted Aini's thoughts, and he remembered that he still had an agreement that he had not yet fulfilled.
"Let's go, Miss Granger."
After cleaning his hands and mouth with magic, Ani stood up and led Hermione towards the office.
As she was going up the stairs, she happened to see the third-floor staircase moving briefly and landing on the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor. Hermione paused slightly in her steps and glanced at the corridor unconsciously.
"It seems that our little witch has already met Lu Wei. She is very cute, isn't she?"
Although she didn't know who Aini was talking about, Hermione was inexplicably reminded of the three-headed dog in the room at the end of the corridor, which made her reply stuttering.
"Professor, are you talking about that three-headed dog?"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, the little witch felt annoyed. Apparently Principal Dumbledore had told her not to go to that room at the beginning of the school year, so she had brought it upon herself.
But Professor Scamander can be trusted, right?
"Yes, it is said that the three-headed dog is the blood descendant of Kerpalos, the guardian of the underworld. It has become rare after the Dark Ages."
If there is a goddess of nature in this world, Aini must be her favorite. He seems to be born with the ability to gain the trust of other creatures, such as Zoe, thunderbirds, phoenixes, unicorns, bowtruckles, etc., including humans of course. Realizing that Aini didn't mean to blame herself, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps this matter has been pressing in her heart for too long, and the little witch urgently needs a listener she can trust.
On the way to the office, the little witch told Aini the thrilling adventure in detail.
By deliberate choice, Aini's office is not far from the entrance to the secret room.
At that time, he said that he chose this room to be closer to Professor McGonagall, and received a big smile from Minerva, which was very rare for the always serious Professor McGonagall.
Pushing the door open and entering, Aini waved his hand. First, a large silver plate flew out from a picture on the wall, and then more than ten kinds of fruits, including apples, cherries, apricots, etc., jumped and piled on his own. "Hermione, please feel free. I think these are more suitable for you than sweet snacks."
"Thank you, Scamander..."
"Huh?" Ani interrupted Hermione's thanks with a high-pitched voice. This is his high-quality lamb, so it's not okay to be so raw.
"As I said last time, Hermione, just call me Ani in private."
"Okay, Ani. I'm very distressed now."
He took a small bowl filled with cut pineapple from Aini, thanked him and continued.
"Maybe I should go to Ravenclaw during the sorting. The Sorting Hat asked me for my opinion."
He handed Hermione another box of toothpicks, and Ani decided to play the role of spiritual mentor.
"Yes, there are always more choices for outstanding students."
After receiving Aini's disguised praise, the face of the little witch, who had been upset recently, became a little brighter.
"Ani, I always feel like a Gryffindor outlier, I..."
The little witch tells about her life after entering school, her yearning for magic, and the novelty she felt after coming into contact with the magical world
Obviously I am always friendly and want to help others, but I am always out of tune with the people around me.
Obviously I work very hard and can always add points to my college in class, but there are always only a few appreciative looks.
Obviously she wanted to safeguard the honor of the group, but the person being admonished didn't know how to reflect at all, and instead spoke harshly to her.
In Aini's occasional responses, the little witch let go of her burden little by little.
I just feel that there is nothing better than having an excellent listener when you are full of thoughts.
Gradually, the conversation between the two turned to magic. Although Aini only started to study magic again after his talent for magic was improved.
But coupled with the previous accumulation, it is more than enough to guide first-year students.
After changing the topic, the conversation between the two became more enjoyable, especially for Hermione.
Ah, this question is so simple, why haven’t you thought of it before?
It turns out that the principle of [Clean Up] is this, that is, this core magic pattern looks very strange, so I’d better write it down first.
Hmm, use magic to communicate with medicinal materials? It seems that Professor Snape hasn't talked about it.
Oh, is it the advanced knowledge of potions? I’ll give it a try tomorrow.
After untying her heart knot, the little witch swimming in the ocean of knowledge was completely unaware of the passage of time.
Aini, who was immersed in giving back, forgot about this.
After a long period of excitement, the little witch was a little tired and wanted to check the time, but Aini's room, like the casino, had no clock.
"Ani, why don't you have a watch in your room? Doesn't it tell the time?"
"No need, I can sense the time. It's 11:30 now. It's been a pleasure talking to you. It's hard to imagine that four hours have passed."
"Me too, Aini, I didn't expect it was already 11 o'clock..."
Hermione's little mouth suddenly opened wide, allowing her two big fangs to be exposed in front of Ani.
"Oh, no, it's already past curfew."
At least for now, school rules are still an iron law that cannot be broken for Miss Know-It-All.
"It doesn't matter, I'll take you back." Aini blinked his eyes as he spoke, remembering the cute appearance of the little witch in his mind. Hum, it seems like a good idea to develop a photo and give it as a gift after Hermione becomes the Minister of Magic.
The choice of (not a human being)?
"You're not going out at night without permission, but you're discussing a problem with the professor, aren't you?"
Hearing this, the little witch smiled sweetly, hugged a stack of manuscripts that Ani had written when he first started learning magic text, and left the room with Ani.
After watching Hermione enter the Gryffindor lounge with the Fat Lady's scrutinizing expression, Ani entered the Forbidden Forest with ease.
Tomorrow is the Halloween party, maybe I can make it more interesting than the original.