"That's not good, Joel......" Quirrell's tone didn't seem to comfort him, but rather brought a little fun, "You need to make more friends, life is not only about learning, proper communication is essential." ”

"Professor Quirrell," Joel couldn't wait, "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 was a long time ago. ”

You don't know how to make it up on the spot, do you?

Joel came to Quirrell's office to ensure the smooth progress of the original plot, and second, to find out the news of the original parents of the body.

Quirrell opened his eyes, "Do you know the Department of Mysteries?" ”

"Huh?" Joel felt that Quirrell's brain circuits were so clear that he couldn't keep up with them.

"This is a mysterious agency under the Ministry of Magic, responsible for studying all kinds of secret matters, except for the Minister of Magic, no one knows what people in this department are studying, and the ranks of the staff members inside are kept secret, and they don't even have names, and they are called 'silent people'."

"You're saying that my parents are both staff members of the Department of Mysteries?" Joel frowned.

"That's right," Quirrell nodded, "Eleven years ago, your parents disappeared without a trace due to some mysterious event, and this is the gossip I heard from my friends, along with many of the employees of the Department of Mysteries. ”

Really?

Joel didn't trust Quirrell, though he couldn't find anything wrong with what he said.

According to Quirrell, Dean Feynman's memory disorder must have been altered by a spell, so that all the clues Joel found were linked together.

Joel was struck by the news, "Are my parents still alive?" ”

Professor Quirrell was noncommittal, "What do you say?" ”

Joel, who left Professor Quirrell's office, was preoccupied, he always felt that Quirrell was lying to himself, maybe he was too suspicious?

"Devouring the Starry Sky: Signing in to Become a God"

But Joel quickly put the matter behind him, and now there was something more important 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 a corridor on the basement floor, which is dark, damp and unlit, and looks rather gloomy.

The office door is made of stone, and there is a pair of statues of Medusa in the doorway, which are seductive and moving, and the little gray snake in their hair is even wriggling.

After a few moments, the stone door opened, revealing Snape's paralyzed face.

"What's the matter?" After two years of studying potions with Snape, he had mastered the knack of speculating on mood from Snape's tone, and now Snape should be in a bad mood.

Joel held up the parchment in his hand, "Professor Quirrell asked me to come to you to make potions. ”

Snape snorted imperceptibly, his dark eyes glaring at him.

"Come in." He moved out of the way, and Joel quickly dodged in.

It was his first time in Snape's office, and it was very simple, with a desk and a bookcase, and two small doors to the left and right of the office, and the whole office was made of stone, and Joel always felt that it was a little colder than the corridor outside.

Snape led him to the small door on the left, and gently opened the door, which was actually a special place for brewing potions, most of the room was occupied by bottles and cans, and the crucibles placed on the table were emitting smoke.

"Wait a while, this pot of living hell potion is finished, and I'll boil this pair of Quirrell." Snape grabbed the potion recipe from Joel's hand, glanced at the formula, and began to pick and choose potion materials from the bottles and jars.

"Have you seen this recipe?" Snape crouched on the ground and pulled out a live African tree snake from the jar, its long mouth baring out fangs.

"Yes," Joel responded, "but I don't think the recipe is complete. ”

Snape's wand slashed like a knife from above, and the African Tree Serpent didn't move, "Of course it's not complete," Snape scoffed, "Quirrell clearly didn't trust me, and only transcribed the less important part of the recipe in the whole potion. ”

He began to skin the tree snake, "This potion should be needed to make it...... Six hours, are you going to wait here? ”

The implication was for Joel to leave his office quickly.

"Professor Quirrell said I'd give it to him when the potions were ready," Joel said, "and if I go back to the dorm now, I won't be able to get out of the curfew later." ”

"Then take care of yourself." Snape was in a bad temper tonight, and said impatiently, peeling off the snakeskin, and tossing it aside.

Joel didn't plan to observe the potion brewing, so he honestly retreated to the door and found a Potions Society magazine on his office bookcase, which recorded the results of the past few weeks of Potions masters around the world—improving the recipes for various potions, streamlining the potions-making process.

A lot of it was the first time Joel had been exposed to it, and he was so happy that he leaned on his desk and read it.

"Mr. Taylor, you seem to be too idle." Snape took the living hell potion, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Can you help me correct the final papers on my desk?" ”

"There are five grade grade paper answers in the drawer, you just need to correct them, don't make mistakes." Snape couldn't see Joel's laid-back gesture.

Joel felt that Snape's attitude towards him was quite gentle, and if Harry came to Snape's office tonight, he would probably be sneered at and his mind exploded.

He hurriedly sat down in Professor Snape's chair, pulled out the answers to the test papers in the drawer, picked up the quill, and began to correct.

Professor Snape was busy brewing the potion that Professor Quirrell needed, and Joel knew that Professor Quirrell had no intention of asking for it.

If nothing else, Professor Quirrell should have entered the forbidden area of the corridor on the fourth floor to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, had been tricked by Quirrell into going to the British Ministry of Magic.

Joel's thing to do tonight is very simple, stop Snape and make sure that the original plot goes smoothly, Dumbledore will always arrive, and just throw any mess to him, after all, those who can work hard.

He happily drew two crosses on a first-year test paper, this guy is a mess of potions, even if Joel has the heart to help him find some scores, it is difficult, check the score ranking, this test paper got an O without accident.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, he flipped open the sealed page of the test paper and saw Harry's name on it.

"Tsk." That's bad, Joel thought.

But there were also a few first-year students who submitted perfect answers, including Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, who deserved to be O's.