"Ah..." Professor Quirrell sighed after a long silence, "I thought you could last a long time. Two weeks have passed and I've been thinking about looking for you."
Joel swallowed, and Professor Quirrell picked up the wand on the table and conjured a chair for Joel.
"sit."
Joel squatted down and sat down, but his heart was still hanging in the air.
"What do you want to know?" Professor Quirrell put down the paper in his hand, leaned back on the chair, crossed his hands, and looked a little playful.
"Are you my father?" Joel asked boldly, trying his best to show excitement and nervousness, and his heart jumped up twice.
According to normal logic, it was impossible for Joel to ask such a question, because the question itself was too abrupt, and he was not sure whether Quirrell knew the whereabouts of his parents.
But now he plays a second-year student who grew up in an orphanage, has no friends, is obsessed with books, rarely even has human contact, and desperately longs for the love of his parents, so he made a certain degree of changes based on the script.
The purpose of the trick is to make Quirrell trust him.
The script for The Philosopher's Stone has already begun. He is the director and also the starring actor. Next, we have to look at the acting skills of other actors in the script. The core idea of the script is to make the plot develop according to the original work. Quirrell dies, Voldemort continues to escape, and the Philosopher's Stone is destroyed.
As the plot of the original work continues to develop, Joel can take advantage of the time traveler. Once the plot collapses, his innate advantages as a time traveler will be lost.
Professor Quirrell laughed, and inexplicable emotions surged in his eyes, "Joel, I am only 25 years old, and it is impossible to have a child as old as you."
This answer was not what Joel wanted, but he was not stupid enough to point at the back of Quirrell's head and continue to ask.
"Then do you have any news about my parents?"
"Joel, I can answer your question, but you have to do me a favor." Quirrell's voice was a bit bewildering.
The familiar feeling of submission surged into his heart again. Joel shook his head, bit the tip of his tongue hard, concentrated his mind and finally came to his senses.
Joel looked excited, "As long as you can know the identity of my parents, Professor Quirrell, just ask!"
At this moment, Joel felt that he was possessed by Leonardo, and his acting skills were not inferior to those of the Oscar winner.
Seeing Joel's behavior, Professor Quirrell grinned, "It's just a small favor, Joel, I won't make it difficult for you."
He took out a piece of parchment from his desk and said, "I have a potion recipe here. You can go find Professor Snape to brew it. I also have to mark the final exam papers."
"Don't worry, I've said hello to him in advance. It's tomorrow night. How about it?"
"That's it?" It was unexpectedly simple. Joel thought about it in his mind and probably knew what Quirrell was paying attention to.
The fish is hooked.
Quirrell laughed, but there was still no emotion in his eyes, "Of course, but you'd better get it settled tomorrow night. I've already booked the key to leaving England."
"You want to leave?" Joel was a little surprised. What he said next felt hypocritical and disgusting. "With all due respect, you are one of the few people in Hogwarts Castle who is willing to talk to me sincerely.
, you are the most outstanding teacher I have ever seen."
In fact, he wanted Quirrell to die. This had nothing to do with whether Voldemort was his father.
He just wanted to ensure that the original plot went smoothly. Harry and his friends had to go to the restricted area of the corridor on the fourth floor, pass through many levels, and finally confront Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort.
Professor Quirrell pretended to sigh, "But the African prince I saved before insisted on letting me teach in their country's magic school. I couldn't refuse his kindness."
"Africa?" Joel's eyes shone and he seemed very cooperative, "Are there also magic schools in Africa?"
"Of course, the school is located on the Moon Mountain in Uganda," Professor Quirrell saw that Joel was very interested in this, so he added a few more words, "The wizards there don't use magic wands, but they have mastered the method of transforming animals."
"They seem to be blessed by the beast totems on the African continent, and the proportion of Animagus among them is exceptionally high."
"Ah..." Joel pretended to sigh.
Quirrell suddenly started the next topic, "Joel, I have to explain in advance that everything I know about your parents is from other people's mouths. Here is another way, maybe you can see your parents' faces."
"Have you ever heard of the Legilimency Spell?" Quirrell looked into Joel's eyes.
As I expected, Joel felt quite content inside. Watching the other person fall into his carefully designed trap step by step, this feeling was incomparably beautiful.
He began to act stupid and looked at Professor Quirrell without hesitation, "I have never heard of this curse..."
"It allows you to recall memories that have become blurred before," Professor Quirrell said in a sincere tone, "I think it's just right to use it to find your parents."
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Joel's consent, he raised the wand in his hand.
"Legilimency!"
His brain was in chaos, and the memories inside were turned over and over by Quirrell. He sat alone in the library reading and studying; lying in the dormitory late at night, the laughter and curses from the three roommates around him filled the surroundings, which was out of tune with him.
In his memory, no one was close to Joel, there was no communication, no friends, and no one cared about him. Joel felt that his life in his memory was extremely miserable.
The memory finally settled on Dean Feynman of the orphanage. She, whose temples were not yet gray, was holding Joel, who was five or six years old, in her hand and showed a bright smile to the camera.
This is the last fragment of Joel's memory, and he can't remember what happened before.
The wand in Quirrell's hand slowly fell, and Joel was freed from the flashback scene. He kept breathing heavily, and his head felt as if he had been hit hard by a blunt instrument. His vision was blurred, and he felt a strong sense of vomiting. It took him a while to return to normal.
.
"Your memory has been deleted," Professor Quirrell said softly. "It stands to reason that the memories that Legilimency can see are older than this."
"Is there any conspiracy in this?" Professor Quirrell smiled half-smilingly, with a bit more satisfaction in his expression. In Joel's opinion, this look was very unbeatable.
Joel was not sure whether the memory had been deleted or not, but no matter how powerful Legilimency was, it could only check the memories stored in the brain, at least from the age when he could remember. Joel had been living in the world since he could remember.
In the orphanage, this spell didn't work at all.
Quirrell, or Voldemort, just wanted to explore his memory, but all this was within Joel's calculations.
"There's another thing that surprises me," Quirrell said, "You've been at Hogwarts for two years and you don't even have a single friend?"
"Isn't that normal?" Joel said seemingly unintentionally, "Who would be friends with someone like me?"
This sentence seemed to hit a certain point in Quirrell's heart, and he said no more.
"Besides, I don't need friends," Joel said with a hint of disgust in his tone, "They are very annoying."