Outside the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, a doll with blond hair stood with a blank stare.

With the exhaustion of the flesh curse in the classroom, the doll seemed to realize something. Her hand suddenly loosened, and she let go of the heavy and massive iron axe that had been dragged all the way from outside the auditorium.

No one knows when the iron axe appeared, just as the students unwittingly ignored the strange doll and the hideous iron axe.

The wooden grip made a crisp sound against the ground, and the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard not far away.

Hearing the sound of walking and the sound of people talking from far and near, the doll leaned down and grabbed the grip of an iron axe.

Her small body seemed to contain a huge amount of energy, and she didn't see much force, and the huge and heavy iron axe was lifted by a slender arm that was only the thickness of two fingers of an ordinary person. As soon as she opened the zipper preset in front of her, revealing the cotton wool inside, she pulled the axe in her hand and stuffed it inward, which was several times higher than the doll, and the hideous axe disappeared from the doll's side, as if it had never appeared.

It wasn't until everything was done that the doll was tidied up and walked to the stone door of the classroom, where she sat down quietly before the Hogwarts wizards arrived, and then the dullness in her eyes gradually disappeared, as if it were a real doll, leaning against the wall like a real doll, hanging her arms.

At the same time, the two people not far away were already approaching.

Professor Dumbledore was old, but his steps were still steady, and the soles of his feet were like wind walking in the direction of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Behind him was Professor McGonagall in a green robe.

Professor McGonagall kept her intentions at ease, and when she saw a familiar doll sitting outside the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, her breathing seemed to change, and she couldn't help but shout a little:

"Albus!"

"Calm down, Minerva, calm down."

The doll made by Malfoy was used to curb the curse of the man whose name he couldn't even name, and since it appeared here, did that also mean that there was something wrong with that curse?

"Looks like we're not too late."

Professor Dumbledore's voice was always so composed, so calm. Professor McGonagall looked at the headmaster, and saw that although the other party still had a kind smile on his face, the glimmer of light in the blue eyes behind the glasses, and the slight movement of his palm, all indicated that the greatest wizard of the twentieth century had prepared for the worst.

If something happened to Professor Quirrell...... Professor McGonagall couldn't help but wonder.

Dumbledore didn't say anything more, he took two steps forward, leaned down to pick up the doll on the ground, and looked at the other man's inhuman-like empty eyes, which seemed to have a glimmer of light in his eyes.

The greatest wizard nodded slightly, and then his fingers tapped three times on the stone door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Professor Quirrell."

Professor Dumbledore's voice was still so gentle, as if it could soothe all the nervousness, which calmed Professor McGonagall's somewhat flustered heart.

She stepped forward, but before she could say anything, the stone door in front of her was already halfway open, revealing half of Professor Quirrell's body with a pale face inside.

The obvious wrinkles in his clothes and the slightly skewed purple bandana on top of his head that smelled strange seemed to indicate what had happened to his master.

"Excuse me, excuse what, what is it, Dumb, Professor Dumbledore, and McGonagall, Professor McGonagall......"

Professor McGonagall frowned, looking at Professor Quirrell in front of her, who was unusually stammering, and found nothing unusual in the other party.

Professor McGonagall couldn't tell where the strange feeling came from.

"Nothing, just a little worried about you, Professor Quirrell." Professor Dumbledore said softly, his gaze looking into the classroom through the half-open stone door, because the view was limited by the half-open stone door, Professor Dumbledore couldn't get a full view, but the part of the classroom that could be seen seemed normal, and the door leading to the office inside was closed, as if there was some secret in it that no one wanted to see.

Seeing this, Professor Dumbledore was still unhurried, and seemed to be simply concerned about their Defence Against the Dark Arts professor:

"Fawkes just noticed something, you know, the phoenix always has strange powers......"

'Quirrell' gritted his teeth secretly, but he had to play the trick, he couldn't let Dumbledore reveal his identity now:

"I, I'm fine."

The professor in front of him seemed to be breathing a little fast, and his face became even paler: "It's just, it's just that someone played a prank on me, gave me something strange, no, don't worry." ”

"Prank?"

Professor McGonagall stepped forward, and Dumbledore didn't stop him.

"Yes, yes." Professor Quirrell smiled hard and said, "It's me, a friend of mine, who used to travel and met while traveling. ”

Overall, this is not a lie, and Professor Rolaud of Durmstrang did meet him while he was 'traveling'.

"That's good."

Professor Dumbledore seemed to believe Professor Quirrell's words, nodded and did not forget to say goodnight to the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and then left with Professor McGonagall, who was still a little strange.

Quirrell's face changed drastically when he saw that the two unconscious ones were gone.

With a bang, the stone door shut.

Quirrell limped and roughly tore open a chair and sat down.

If Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall could see the stone door, they could see the other half of Quirrell's body hidden behind the stone door, the part from the shoulder down had turned to black char, his left hand was broken from the wrist, and it was still wrapped in dried blood, and he could smell a suffocating smell when he got close.

"Quirrell."

Quirrell's voice was hoarse, as if he was trying to suppress his anger.

After pronouncing the name, his body suddenly trembled, and he squatted down and couldn't help but retch.

I don't know how long it took, when a weak, completely different tone from the previous one, came out of the mouth of Quirrell, who was honestly terrified: "Lord, master. ”

He suddenly fell to the ground, and the purple turban on his head moved, and a cold, inhuman voice came from it:

"I have a new understanding of your stupidity."

"The hosts! Master, I was wrong, master! I'm stupid, I'm stupid......"

Quirrell's voice was as humble as it was, and he buried his head deep in his hands, half blackened. Even if his master was possessed in the back of his head and could not see his appearance, he did not dare to get up immediately.

"Heh......" The voice paused, knowing that it was impossible to find another body at Hogwarts, so he could only stop the idea of killing this idiot Arvada.

There are not many wizards who can move freely at Hogwarts, and as long as Quirrell's identity is not revealed, then he is relatively free and can do a lot for him.

"Drink the potion in the box, and then look for something with a strong life force...... Dumbledore was probably already suspicious, so find some excuse to dispel his suspicions and not expose ......"

"No problem, my great master!"

The curse failed to spread along the body's connection, but the curse hit Quirrell hard, and the weakness of the parasitic host made the strength he had managed to accumulate dissipate all at once, and then the movement attracted Dumbledore, an old immortal, how could he not secretly hate it?

But this spell, this unguardable way of spelling, reminded him of ......

As he was about to fall into a deep slumber and regain his strength, the voice finally spoke to Professor Quirrell, the foolish servant:

"Also, look it up, Durmstrang Professor of Dark Arts."

"Yes, yes, master, I'll check it out at once!"

Professor Quirrell limped to his feet until the voice was gone, and he realized that the man whose name he couldn't even say had fallen into a deep sleep.

Horrified, he walked into the black-and-red office that looked like a pile of burnt blood clots, then unlocked the magic lock and took out a potion made from unicorn blood, and drank it without hesitation.

That strange smell made Quirrell's dazed expression return a little.

He understood that if it hadn't been for his master who pulled him back at the last moment, he would have died under that curse.

Professor of Dark Arts...... Professor of Dark Arts......

Saying the word unconsciously, Professor Quirrell quickly cleaned up his classroom and office, as well as his own anomalies.

Dumbledore was suspicious...... Professor Quirrell couldn't help but think.

He had to dispel Professor Dumbledore's doubts!

Otherwise, otherwise......

A blank look flashed in Professor Quirrell's eyes, otherwise what would have happened?

That's right, master, master will be found!

Master...... Master......

Wait, his master is...... His master is...... Who?

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"What are you laughing at?"

Professor Harlenius tossed the letter in his hand to Professor Malfoy, who was holding the book with a smile on his lips, and for some reason felt the air around him feel a little cold.

"Nothing, just something happy to come to mind."

Closing the palm-sized book, and concealing the half-transparent, obviously deprived and incomplete name between the pages, Professor Malfoy took the reply that Professor Harlenius had read, with some curiosity:

"You're not going to have a drink today?"

After all, in addition to gossip, this astronomy professor always has some alcoholic drinks every day, and today is abnormal.

"What do you say?" Professor Haronnius squinted at Ranko, he scared him so much last night, he still dared to drink?

…… At least drink it after returning to the room, anyway, you have to be vigilant with this kid, otherwise you will sell it one day and help others count the money.

"I don't know."

Professor Malfoy took a glass of iced sweet water and repackaged the letters and stuffed them into his pocket along with the odd books.

"I'm going to rest."

It's nearly eleven o'clock, and tomorrow is another day of deadly serial classes, so if you don't go to bed early, you can only get up tomorrow morning to take potions.

Professor Haronius gave an "um" and nodded his head in question.

Immediately, he suddenly remembered something, and said to Professor Malfoy, who had gone upstairs:

"By the way, that Gustavsson's, well, I remember the student named Calulin saying that he was looking for you."

Miss Caroline Gustafsson, because the professor of black magic has not been in class for a day today, and the dragon has not been found.

Determined to do this, she could only ask the professor in the astronomy class in the evening to tell the professor of the dark arts about it.

"Caroline?"

Professor Malfoy nodded, and without saying much, disappeared into the eyes of the astronomy professor.

Professor Harlenius shook his head, a little curious about what the young lady of the Gustavson family had to find their Professor Malfoy.

However, it is likely that the pure-blood family is involved, and Professor Harlenius, who has a soothsayer's intuition, does not mean to ask too much.

After all, he is still quite concerned about personal privacy issues.

A dreamless night.

Early on Thursday morning, the second-year class began with a basic Charms exam, after which Professor Malfoy reinstilled their very crude and general concept of Charms, the concept of Dark Arts.

After all, they are still in the second year, and they have not been studying this subject for a long time, and it is not difficult for Ranke to change their minds. Of course, the point is to twist back those seedlings that can be twisted back, what an interesting discipline of black magic, don't either avoid it or shout and kill all day long, so that the face of pure-blood wizards will be completely lost to them.

Moreover, take 10,000 steps back, even if you really become a dark wizard in the future, you must be the kind of dark wizard who must be literate and capable.

Isn't that a junior?

All in all, the morning class was relatively simple, and after three days of fermentation, at least there were no more provocative professors, truancy, etc., which Professor Malfoy was really very pleased with.

In the afternoon, the fifth grade is classed, because the seventh grade involves graduation, and the seventh grade black magic is arranged. So Thursday afternoon was the last half of Ranko's work.

Three days were busy to death, four days were idle, and if it weren't for the black magic course, which was a continuous class all day and night, Ranko would really be satisfied with this job.

Of course, it would be nice if you could take the magic science out of it. He didn't lack those golden Galleons either.

In the afternoon, the fifth-year wizard had absorbed enough experience from the other grades to be ready for the Dark Arts Professor.

Professor Malfoy's response to this is to put some water ghosts to calm everyone down, which is similar to the fire dragon, which can be used for water lessons...... Ahem, you can also really observe the student's temporary reaction.

Compared to the sixth-year wizard who was caught off guard, the fifth-year wizard who was ready to meet the attack of the dark magic creature was much better, at least they all showed a good psychological quality.

As for the level of spells......

Water ghosts belong to a naturally generated undead creature, and Yin corpses, water monsters are different, water ghosts can only be transformed from corpses, special environment is the focus of their generation, and the conditions under which they spawn also indicate that there are often more water ghosts where there is often a water ghost.

The undead have always been a rather difficult species among the dark magic creatures, not to mention that many of the batch thrown out by Professor Malfoy are water ghosts transformed from special corpses, including many half-rotten centaurs and merfolk, and a few house-elves who can cast spells.

God knows how house-elf water ghosts cast spells!

The fifth-year wizards screamed at the snatching of their wands from a house-elf with nothing flesh and bones, and a dark green glow in their hollow eye sockets.

This year, every day of school is refreshing their three views.