"Bumper."

"Professor Quirrell, Mergoth and I are here." Hermione knocked on Quirrell's office door.

The sque......aky door opened directly, but no sound came from inside.

Hermione was just about to walk in directly when McGoth grabbed her and pushed her behind her, she looked at him puzzled, but seeing his serious face, she rarely didn't say anything.

"Professor? Professor Quirrell? McGoth pushed the office door wide open and stood in the doorway, apparently determined not to go in until he saw anyone. But he was too worried, and Quirrell was sitting in the chair behind his desk watching them quietly.

"Professor, so you're here." He didn't dare to be too arrogant when he was alone with Quirrell, and no one could stop him from teaching him a lesson if he was in a hurry.

"Professor Quirrell, you're looking for us?" Hermione stepped out from behind him, standing side by side with him.

Quirrell just watched them silently, and before they knew it, the door behind them had quietly closed.

Hermione looked strangely at Quirrell, who was silent, and was about to ask, when suddenly she collapsed.

"Hermione..."Hermione's sudden collapse caught McGoth off guard, he couldn't figure out what kind of nerves Quirrell had suddenly made a move on them, wasn't he afraid of being found out about his secrets? But now he didn't have time to think about it so much, he took out the wand in his arms, but before he could fully recite a spell, the wand in his hand had been knocked out by Quirrell's silent weapon to remove you.

He looked nervously at Quirrell, who didn't make the next move, and slowly crouched down and probed Hermione's snort with his hand, only to faint, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then a drop of sweat quietly fell from his forehead, and he realized that he was already drenched in sweat.

"Professor Quirrell, what are you doing here?" McGoth questioned nervously as he pulled Hermione back, only to realize it was closed when he hit it.

Quirrell was still silent, a piece of paper floated in front of him, and a pen began to write without anyone at his disposal.

"McGoss. Will, I'm sorry to talk to you in this way, I can't speak right now, I'm being stared at by something very scary, I want to ask you a favor. ”

McGoth looked at Quirrell in disbelief, he still looked a little cowering and timid, his eyes looked so calm and deep. He took a deep breath and asked, "Who the hell are you?" ”

"I am Quirinus. Quirrell, a pure-blood wizard. "Write this sentence on paper.

This sentence flashed through his mind like a thunderbolt, 'Is it?' He suddenly had a thought he couldn't imagine, 'Is this the real Professor Quirrell?' Voldemort's possession is just a fake? The thought flashed through his mind, but his expression was one of disbelief.

"But, the professor I know is not ......," he deliberately stopped.

"Isn't it like I'm so calm?" A smiley face is also drawn on the back. Seeing this expression, McGoth suddenly had a sense of déjà vu chatting with QQ. "Indeed, I do know me as a pitiful-looking coward."

"No, Professor, that's not what I meant." McGoth hurriedly denied it.

"It's okay, actually, that's what I think myself." A smiley face was drawn on the back. McGoss's mouth was already twitching, this professor must have traveled from the 21st century.

"Since you're the real Professor Quirrell, why are you attacking us?" He looked at Hermione in his arms and said in a skeptical tone.

"Don't worry, that little girl just fainted. I just didn't want more people to know about it. ”

"Then why did you call her over?" Inadvertently, his tone had turned to questioning.

A new expression appeared on the paper, looking like the one pouting in the QQ expression, as if he was a little helpless. Later, he wrote, "I can't help it, as far as I know, this girl should be very important to you, and she is obedient, if I only call you alone, I guess you may not come with my knowledge of you, and if you call her, she will definitely come back, and you will definitely come over at that time." ”

Magos looked at Professor Quirrell in front of him speechlessly, Nima, still a scheming.

"I feel like you're scolding me, but it's okay, I have no ill will towards you, I just want to ask you to help me." The back is a pitiful big-eyed expression similar to that in QQ. McGoth can't complain anymore, this guy originally came with a set of emojis.

"Why me? I'm just a first-year freshman, and I don't think I can do anything that you can't do. ”

A laughing expression appeared first, and McGoth was directly immune. "It's simple, because you helped me reappear. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd never be able to show up again. ”

"Me?" A big bewilderment appeared on his face.

Smile emojis. "Yes, if it weren't for the fact that you provoked 'me' three times and twice in class, causing 'me' to have a huge sense of resistance, and then you helped Professor Flitwick successfully invent such a powerful spell that made 'me' feel strongly unwilling, I'm afraid I would never have reappeared."

"Are you schizophrenic?" McGoth thought it would be better to test it again.

Surprised expression. "Oh, that's good, you still know about schizophrenia, a Muggle disease."

"My parents are Muggles."

"No wonder, there are some things you still don't know, but I don't think you would trust me so easily if I didn't say anything. Let me explain to you this way, I am the real me now, and the me you know is actually a consciousness created by a terrifying existence (panic expression) that you can't imagine. ”

"Then he, I mean the other you, knows of your existence." McGoth became more and more curious about Professor Quirrell's state, similar to schizophrenia, but not yet.

Helpless expression. "First of all, I want to correct you for a mistake, not him, but he is me, I am him. It's hard to explain to you that I'm one with what you're talking about, but the question can be answered, 'I' don't know I exist. ”

Although it is more abstract, McGoth still understands it a little, a bit similar to the soul suppression in the novel, compressing his original consciousness in a corner, and then using the original memory to reshape a new personality that can be controlled, and this new personality will not know that he is actually a created person, he only takes everything for granted.

"But I still don't understand why you need my help instead of the Headmaster, why don't you ask for his help when Headmaster Dumbledore is in the school right now."

This time, there was an expression that wanted to cry. "Don't talk about Headmaster Dumbledore, if a third-year student appears here, 'I' will suddenly wake up, and that terrifying existence will also find the real me, and then I will really disappear with just one thought from him, forever."

"But I really don't know what I can do to help you." Magos looked helplessly at Professor Quirrell, who was sitting in his chair expressionlessly. He wants to help, but how to help, and he can't be called a large brush, so he can't be a novice to take on a full-level boss.

Confident expressions. "It's okay, you just need to continue to provoke 'me' slowly, so that I guess I should be able to regain control of my body by the time you are in your second year, and then you tell Headmaster Dumbledore about me and let him help me, as long as that being can't kill me in an instant, the Headmaster can save me back."

McGoth opened his mouth to tell the real Professor Quirrell, 'You don't think you'll make it to my second year. But he didn't dare say it.

His expression was mistaken by Quirrell, and he drew a reassuring expression first. "Don't be pressured, don't worry, I won't do anything to you, that horror exists until 'I' finish the task he assigned, and I won't let 'me' hurt any students. He was also afraid of attracting the attention of the principal. ”

"But why don't you let me tell the headmaster about you now." McGoth still didn't understand Quirrell's approach.

Crazy expression. "I can't let him know, I know him, I know a little bit of Muggle psychology. I think if he knew where I am, he would probably have sacrificed me. "Behind it was a barrage of frantic expressions." I'm still young. I don't want to die yet. I still want to salvage it. ”

When he saw the last sentence, he wanted to laugh, but he also felt that he seemed to be right. Dumbledore seemed very kind, though. But if he thinks it's right, it's possible to do that, knowing that he even counts his own life.

"Do you have any other questions, if not, help that little girl and leave, 'I' am about to wake up."

"Yes, and another, how did you get targeted by the horror you said?" McGoth asked his biggest doubt.

A wry smile. "It's all greedy goods, this matter is more complicated, now time is running out, next time I will talk to you in detail, if I call someone to ask you to come to the office next time, that is me now." On the other hand, if I call you directly, it won't be me now, okay, pick up this piece of paper and leave first. He finished writing and flew back to the table in front of Quirrell.

McGoth glanced at him, opened the office door, helped Hermione and left, less than ten minutes after he left, Quirrell jerked his head and looked at his office in confusion.

"Master, are you calling me?" He spoke very respectfully to the air.

"Yes, how did I get you to investigate?" An ethereal voice rang out from the back of his head.

"Lord...... Master, I... I still need a little more time. He stammered.

The last two words of "waste ......" rang in the air. Quirrell lowered his head in horror.

in the corridor.

"What's wrong with me?" Hermione looked up forcefully. looked at Magos, who was holding himself, and asked.

"You just fainted suddenly. Are you anemic? McGoth asked solemnly.