"Ah......" Professor Quirrell sighed after a long silence, "I thought you could last a long time, and I wanted to take the initiative to find you for two weeks." ”

Joel swallowed, and Professor Quirrell picked up the wand on the table and conjured a chair for Joel.

"Sit."

Joel sat down, but his heart hung in the air.

"What do you want to know?" Professor Quirrell put down the roll in his hand and leaned back in his chair, his hands crossed, a little playfulness in his eyes.

"Are you my father?" Joel asked a bold question, trying to show his excitement and nervousness, and his heart jumped up twice.

Normally, Joel couldn't have asked such a question out of his mouth, as the question itself was too abrupt, and he wasn't sure if Quirrell knew the whereabouts of his parents.

But now he plays a second-grader who grew up in an orphanage, has no friends, is obsessed with books, has little interpersonal interaction, and desperately longs for parental love, so he has made a certain amount of intelligence reduction according to the script, in order to make Quirrell trust him.

The Philosopher's Stone script has begun, he is the director and the starring actor, and the next thing is to see how the other actors in the script are acting, the core idea of the script is to let the plot develop according to the original book, Quirrell dies, Voldemort continues to flee, and the Philosopher's Stone is destroyed.

The original plot continues to develop, and Joel can give full play to the advantages of the traverser, and once the plot collapses, then his innate advantage as a traverser will be lost.

Professor Quirrell smiled, his eyes swelling with emotion, "Joel, I'm only 25 years old this year, there's no way I'm going to have a child your age. ”

The answer wasn't what Joel wanted, but he wasn't stupid enough to point to the back of Quirrell's head and continue to ask.

"Do you have any news of my parents?"

"Joel, I can answer your question, but you have to do me a favor." Quirrell's voice was a little bewitching.

The familiar sense of obedience came back to his heart, and Joel shook his head, and he bit the tip of his tongue hard, and finally came to his senses.

Joel looked excited, "As long as I can know the identity of my parents, Professor Quirrell, you can just speak!" ”

At this moment, Joel feels that he is possessed by Leonardo, and his acting skills are not inferior to the Oscar winners.

Seeing Joel behave like this, Professor Quirrell grinned, "Just a little favor, Joel, I won't be hard for you." ”

He pulled out a piece of parchment from his desk, "I've got a potion recipe here, you go to Professor Snape to make it, I'll say hello to him in advance, tomorrow night, how about it?" ”

"That's it?" Surprisingly simple, Joel thought about it in his mind, and probably knew what Quirrell was paying attention to.

The fish took the bait.

Quirrell laughed, his eyes still showing no emotion, "Of course, but you'd better get things done tomorrow night, I've already booked the key to leave England." ”

"You're leaving?" Joel was a little surprised, and the next sentence he said was hypocritical and disgusting, "With all due respect, you are one of the few people in Hogwarts Castle who is willing to talk to me honestly, and you are the best teacher I have ever met." ”

In fact, he wished Quirrell was dead, and it had nothing to do with whether Voldemort was his father or not.

He just wanted to make sure that the original plot went smoothly, and Harry and his friends had to go to the forbidden area in the corridor on the fourth floor, beat many levels, and finally face off against Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort.

Professor Quirrell pretended to sigh, "But the African prince I saved before insisted that I teach at a magic school in their country. ”

"Africa?" Joel's eyes lit up and he looked very cooperative, "Is there a magic school in Africa?" ”

"Of course, the school is located on Moon Mountain in Uganda," Professor Quirrell said when he saw that Joel was very interested, "the wizards there don't use wands, but they have mastered the art of transforming animals." ”

"They seem to be blessed by the beast totems of the continent, and the proportion of Animagus is disproportionately high among them."

"Ah......h

Quirrell suddenly moved on to the next topic, "Joel, I have to explain in advance, I know everything I know about your parents from other people's mouths, and here's another way to let you see your parents' faces." ”

"Have you ever heard of the Regent's Recitation Mantra?" Quirrell looked Joel in the eye.

As I expected, Joel was quite complacent, watching the other person fall into his own carefully designed trap step by step, this feeling is incomparably beautiful.

He began to pretend to be stupid, and did not shy away from making eye contact with Professor Quirrell, "I've never heard of this spell......"

"It reminds you of memories that were blurry before," Professor Quirrell said earnestly, "I think it's just right to find your parents." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his wand without waiting for Joel to agree.

"Regent!"

His brain was in chaos, and his memories were turned over by Quirrell, and he sat alone in the library reading and studying; Lying in the dormitory late at night, the laughter and scolding of the three roommates around him filled the surroundings, which was incompatible with him.

In his memory, no one was close to Joel, no one was sociable, no friends, no one cared about him, and Joel felt that he was living a miserable life in his memory.

The memory is finally fixed on the director of the orphanage, Feynman, whose temples are not yet gray, holding five or six-year-old Joel in her hands, showing a bright smile towards the camera.

This was the last fragment of Joel's memory, and he couldn't remember anything else.

Quirrell's wand slowly fell, and Joel was able to free himself from the flashback, gasping for breath, as if he had been hit in the head with a blunt object, and his eyes were dazed, and the vomiting sensation was very strong, and it took a while for him to return to normal.

"Your memories have been erased," Professor Quirrell whispered, "and it stands to reason that the memories that the Senser can see are older than that. ”

"Is there some conspiracy in this?" Professor Quirrell smiled, his expression a little more satisfied, and it seemed to Joel to be very unbeatable.

Joel is not sure if the memory has been deleted, but no matter how powerful the Regent Mind is, it can only look through the memories stored in the brain, at least from the age of the memory, Joel has lived in an orphanage since he can remember, and this spell is useless at all.

Quirrell, or Voldemort, just wanted to probe his memories, but it was all in Joel's calculations.

"One more thing that surprised 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?" ”

The words seemed to hit Quirrell somewhere in his heart, and he didn't say anything more.

"Besides, I don't need friends either," Joel said with a hint of disgust, "they're annoying." ”

He believed what he said.