Mr. Quirrell hasn't had a good time lately.

Although he no longer has to worry about the children playing tricks on him in class after starting his final exams, for the Curse Extractor in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the humanoid, luck on the one hand often means more misfortune is on the way.

Professors always tell young wizards not to resist exams, which tells them how much they have learned, and is a mirror that reflects their learning.

However, in the case of first-year students alone, Hermione is currently the only one who has clearly shown a love for exams.

There are also professors who are very disgusted with the exam.

Miss Sybil Trelawney, for example, is used to passing her exams by letting her imagination run wild, but the O.W.L.s are not so easy to fool, and not many students choose divination for the N.E.W.T.s.

Hogwarts professors are entitled to a special allowance from qualifying exams, and although most of them are wealthy, Miss Trelawney is clearly not one of them.

For many years, she has been at the bottom of the list of earnings from this bonus, which is why our divination professor did not like the qualifying exam.

In particular, the examiners were always sneering at her, and Trelawney thought they didn't know the greatness of divination.

"It is those stupid laity who do not know the greatness of their masters, I beg you, master, please do not punish me." In the office, Quirrell kept pleading, hating why there was such a thing as an exam.

Defence Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts is known to be a crotch pull, and even the examiners are open to the "British standard" to assess whether a student can get a certificate.

The problem was that Tofodi couldn't figure out what was going on at Hogwarts this year.

The fifth-grade Defence Against the Dark Arts O.W.L.S grades were a mess, and even if you have a clear conscience, it is difficult to give the same pass rate as in previous years.

When confronted by Quirrell, the O.W.L.S. examiner did not embellish his words too much, and sincerely expressed his opinion on the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

The enraged Dark Lord tells us that sometimes it hurts the most to tell the truth.

"Idiot, trash, garbage that flies don't want to fly on you, you've let me down so much, Quirrell." Voldemort suppressed the anger in his heart, soon, soon, there was only one day left for him to live on the idiot's head again.

Defence Against the Dark Arts class had a special meaning for him.

The Dark Lord was rarely rejected after graduating, at least nothing made him rejected twice-

He will deal with the person who may reject him again.

So applying for a job as a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has become an obsession for him.

After returning to Hogwarts last year in possession of Quirrell, he thought that he would be able to fulfill his wish in disguise, which would be a self-fulfillment for him.

The incompetent maggot on the ground had messed it up, and he wouldn't be able to mock Dumbledore with it someday.

"Oh~ my dear professor, although you have rejected me, everything the Dark Lord wants to do will be done."

He had even thought of the tone of his speech before, but now he was ashamed to speak up about the fact that he was a defence-the-dark arts professor in disguise.

In Voldemort's rage, Quirrell crouched humbly, trying his best to keep himself from thinking about what he had just said.

Even flies hate themselves?

Who is the one who wants to stick to himself for nothing?

Quirrell was afraid that these two words would come to mind, so he bit his lip and forced himself to recall the words of praise for Voldemort.

……

In the past half month, the little wizards always felt that the sky was overcast, and they couldn't breathe.

After a long exam week, the little wizards who walked out of the last exam room felt that the sky was so clear, maybe there would not be such a beautiful sky this year.

Hermione was still reliving the exam, Ron had a word to talk to her, the boy had been through a lot this year, and although Hermione's chatter was really annoying, he still suppressed the urge to turn around and run away.

After realizing that nothing had been missed, Hermione ended the review, only to realize that Ron was not listening attentively to what she was saying.

Following his gaze, the little witch also focused her attention on Harry, who was a little unusual.

"Hi Harry, are you okay?"

"Of course, I'm fine." Harry frowned in annoyance, "But it seems like I've forgotten something, something that should be important, but I can't remember anything about it. ”

"The exams are over, and now the only thing that matters is play." Ron put his arm around his friend's shoulders and said in a cheerful tone.

"How about going out for a walk? Or go back to the lounge and set up a game of wizarding chess? I can get you and Hermione together, come on, man. ”

"Wait a minute, Ron. I feel like I'm going to think about it soon, give me a little more time. Harry was a little tempted by his friend's invitation, and if there was no external interference, he would have put aside his doubts and go to play.

"Is that really good? Mr. Principal. Ani looked through the window at the trio below, today was the last day of the exam, and both Dumbledore and Voldemort were going to get into action.

"Well, I think in order to achieve the final result, some small means are harmless." Dumbledore pushed his glasses, it seemed that our little savior didn't pay much attention to the Philosopher's Stone, and even his hints didn't immediately bring to mind the problem.

"I still stand by my ideas, Albus. Is it too risky for them to get involved, or are you going to keep an eye on the sidelines? "Eni knew about the Horcruxes, and although he couldn't express it, he understood Dumbledore's purpose for deliberately arranging for Harry to line up with Voldemort.

And before Harry became an adult, he was not life-threatening when he was one-on-one with Lao Fu.

Quirrell couldn't hurt Harry now, their strange symbiosis would be seen as one, and neither of them could harm Harry materially.

But Ron and Hermione don't have special protection, it's hard to say if they will be in danger, and a year has allowed Ani to truly take on the role of professor, and he can't ignore the safety of his students.

"I have to leave Hogwarts, he can sense through some of the Slytherin permissions if I'm still there, and if I don't leave, it's hard to say what Tom will do."

"But it's too dangerous."

"It's not dangerous, Anie, for you now, Quirrell is not enough, even if Tom has anything to prepare, I believe that with what Newt has given you, it will be more than enough to deal with."

"Me?" Aini was a little confused, bad old man, are you going to lose the pot?

"Yes, I'll leave everything to you when I'm gone." With that, Dumbledore turned to leave.

"Hey, don't you have anything else to explain?"

"There's not much more to say, you've never let me down." As he spoke, the old headmaster walked towards the school gate.

Harry had already run towards Hagrid's cabin, Hermione and Ron were close behind, and he didn't need to wait any longer.