"This is not good, Joel..." Quirrell's tone did not seem to be comforting him, but instead brought a bit of happiness, "You have to make more friends. Life is not just about studying, proper communication is essential."
"Professor Quirrell," Joel said impatiently, "let's talk about my parents."
"Your parents..." Professor Quirrell closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with his left hand, "That happened a long time ago."
You don’t know how to edit on the spot, do you?
Joel came to Quirrell's office firstly to ensure the smooth progress of the plot of the original work, and secondly to find out information about the parents of the original owner of the body.
Quirrell opened his eyes, "Do you know the Department of Mysteries?"
"Huh?" Joel felt that Quirrell's brain circuit was so clever that he couldn't keep up with it.
"This is a mysterious agency affiliated with the Ministry of Magic. It is responsible for researching various secret matters. Except for the Minister of Magic, no one knows what the people in this department are studying. The ranks of the staff inside are kept secret, and they don't even have names. They all use the same name."
"The Silent Man'."
"You mean my parents are both employees of the Department of Mysteries?" Joel frowned.
"That's right," Quirrell nodded, "Eleven years ago, your parents disappeared without a trace due to a mysterious incident. This is the gossip I heard from my friends. There was also a mysterious incident that disappeared with them.
Many employees of the company.”
Real or fake?
Joel didn't trust Quirrell, even though there was nothing wrong with what he said.
According to Quirrell, Dean Feynman's memory disorder should be caused by someone using a magic spell to modify his memory. In this way, all the clues discovered by Joel are connected together.
Joel was stunned by the news, "Are my parents still alive?"
Professor Quirrell was noncommittal, "What do you think?"
Joel left Professor Quirrell's office with many worries. He always felt that Quirrell was lying to him. Or maybe he was too suspicious?
But Joel quickly put this matter behind him, and now there was a more important thing in front of him.
At six o'clock the next night, Joel knocked on the door of the Potions Professor's office with the potion recipe Quirrell had given him.
The office is located in the corridor on the basement floor. It is dark, damp and dark, and looks quite eerie.
The office door is made of stone. There is a pair of Medusa statues at the door. They look charming and the little gray snakes in their hair are even squirming.
After waiting for a while, the stone door was opened, revealing Snape's paralyzed face.
"What's the matter?" After studying potions with Snape for two years, he has mastered the trick of guessing Snape's mood from Snape's tone. Snape should be in a bad mood now.
Joel raised the parchment in his hand and said, "Professor Quirrell asked me to come to you to brew the potion."
Snape snorted imperceptibly and glared at him with his dark eyes.
"Come in." He stepped aside, and Joel quickly ducked in.
This was his first time to come to Snape's office. The layout here was very simple, with a desk, a bookcase, and two small doors on the left and right of the office. The entire office was made of stone. Joel always felt that this place
It's a bit colder than the corridor outside.
Snape took him to the small door on the left and opened it gently. Inside the door was a place dedicated to brewing potions. Most of the room was occupied by bottles and jars. There were cauldrons on the table.
Smoke billows out,
"Wait a moment. When this pot of living hell potion is finished brewing, I will brew Quirrell's potion." Snape grabbed the potion formula in Joel's hand, glanced at the formula, and began to pick it from the bottle.
Picking potion ingredients from jars.
"Have you seen this recipe?" Snape squatted on the ground and took out a lively African tree snake from the jar. The snake was caught with its long mouth and a set of fangs exposed.
"I've looked at it," Joel responded, "but I don't think the recipe is complete."
Snape's wand slashed down from the top like a knife, and the African tree snake stopped moving. "Of course it won't be complete," Snape sneered. "Quirrell obviously didn't trust me, and he only took the unimportant part of the whole potion.
Transcribe the recipe to me."
He began to peel off the skin of the tree snake, "It should take...six hours to brew this potion. Do you want to wait here?"
The implication was to ask Joel to leave his office immediately.
"Professor Quirrell said he would give it to him when the potion is ready," Joel said. "If I go back to the dormitory now, I won't be able to come out after the curfew."
"Then do it yourself." Snape had a bad temper tonight and said impatiently. He peeled off the skin of the tree snake and threw it aside.
Joel didn't intend to watch the potion brewing. He retreated out the door and found a magazine produced by the Potion Association on the office bookcase, which recorded the work of potion masters from all over the world in the past few weeks.
Achievements—improvements in various potion formulas and simplification of potion brewing steps.
This was the first time for Joel to come into contact with many of the contents. He was so happy that nothing happened, and he leaned on his desk to read.
"Mr. Taylor, you seem to be too busy." Snape took out the potion of living hell and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Can you help me mark the final exam paper on my desk?"
"There are answers to the test papers for five grades in the drawer. Just correct them accordingly and make sure you don't make any mistakes." Snape couldn't see Joel's leisurely attitude.
Joel felt that Snape's attitude towards him was quite gentle. If Harry came to Snape's office tonight, he would probably be ridiculed to the point of explosion.
He quickly sat on Professor Snape's chair, took out the answers to the test paper from the drawer, picked up the quill and started correcting.
Professor Snape was busy brewing the potion that Professor Quirrell needed. Joel knew that Professor Quirrell had no intention of asking for this potion.
If nothing else goes wrong, Professor Quirrell should have entered the restricted area of the corridor on the fourth floor to steal the Philosopher's Stone by now, and Professor Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts, has been tricked by Quirrell into going to the British Ministry of Magic.
What Joel has to do tonight is very simple. Stop Snape and ensure that the original plot goes smoothly. Dumbledore will always arrive. Just leave all the mess to him. After all, he can do more work.
He happily made two crosses on a first-grade test paper. This guy was terrible at potions. Even if Joel wanted to help him find some points, it would be difficult for him. After checking the score rankings, he got the test paper without any surprise.
an O
Unable to suppress his curiosity, he opened the sealed page of the test paper and saw Harry's name on it.
"Tsk." That's really bad, Joel thought to himself.
However, there were also several students in the first grade who submitted perfect answer sheets. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were the best among them. There was no flaw in the test paper and they deserved the O.