The second day soon came, and Ernie was soon the first to get out of bed, and then knocked on the round floor door of several of his roommates.

"Wake up, wake up, it's not early, let's eat breakfast and go to class, our first period in the morning is Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Although it was said to be breakfast, because Ernie had come back with a lot of snacks the day before, Justin and Wayne thought that going to the auditorium was really not interesting, so they simply put breakfast in their bedroom.

Bread, biscuits, cakes, and pumpkin juice and milk as drinks must have been eaten differently than the breakfast served in the auditorium, but the three of them obviously didn't mind that much.

But as he ate, Ernie sensed something was wrong.

"Hey, hasn't Connor woken up yet?"

After drinking the milk in his hand, Ernie asked.

"I don't know, I guess I'm sleeping?"

"I don't think that's going to be the case."

Although Justin raised a possibility, it was quickly rejected by Ernie.

"I'll shout again."

Bending down, he poked his wand at the round floor door.

"Connor, are you awake? You can't even catch breakfast if you don't get up again. ”

However, there was still no response.

This anomaly made Ernie feel that something was wrong, and although they had only been roommates and classmates for a day, Ernie felt that Connor was not the kind of person who would lie in bed.

"Nothing will happen, will it?"

"What else can we do in the dorm?"

'Plop'

Suddenly, the muffled sound of the collision from below silenced the entire dormitory.

It was only after a long pause that they really realized what was happening.

"Connor! Connor, how are you?! ”

It's just that there is no response from below.

After hesitating for a moment, Ernie didn't care about his privacy or anything, and after trying to pull the wooden door, he found that the door was not locked, so he opened the door directly.

From top to bottom, he saw his roommate lying there, his hands smelling of an unspeakable stench, his wounds festering, and his cat biting at his clothes, looking like they were dragging him out.

"Meow!"

"Connor! How are you?! ”

"I ...... I'm so dizzy. ”

Ernie probed his forehead.

"It's hot...... Fast! Get a hand and get Connor to Madam Pomfrey! ”

Ernie and Justin helped Connor up, while Wayne was a little anxious, but could only follow behind, catching the attention of a senior as they helped carry their classmates towards the common room.

Connor ...... What happened to him? ”

He stepped forward head-on.

"Cedric, Sens. Connor, he has a fever."

"Indeed, my head is too hot......"

Cedric's face became solemn.

"Can you hear me, Connor?"

Cedric crouched down and looked at Connor's pale, horrific countenance.

"Connor?"

"You ......"

At this moment, Connor's eyes, which should have been bright, were also a little sloppy.

"My head hurts...... It felt like I was having a long nightmare. ”

"Cedric-senpai, what's wrong with Connor?"

"I don't know, anyway, you go to class first, you have the first class in the morning, don't you?"

"But senior, you ......"

"I'm fine, the morning elective starts in the second period, and I can help you get Connor over."

With that, Cedric drew his wand.

"Yugadim Leviosa."

With an easy slash, Connor's body levitated.

"I can take him to the infirmary now, and as for you, go to class first, and remember to take a leave of absence for Connor."

…………

On the other side, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Quilinus Quirrell, the current professor, was simply arranging his headscarf with trembling hands.

He slowly wrapped Gingna's garlic-scented turban around his hairless, hairless head, and after making sure his master was safe, Quirrell simply looked into the mirror in his office.

In the mirror, a wizard in a strange costume, as if he was about to wrap himself up completely, stood there, revealing a strong eccentricity.

If he could, he would have wanted to take off this costume, but he couldn't, he had to wrap himself tightly in order to protect his new master.

Master......

Originally, he didn't have any masters, and it all started with the trip to the Albanian forests that he had decided.

If he had known that he would not have gone, if he had known that this would be the case, if he had known that the infamous demon was there, he would not have gone to that forest.

In the end, I didn't get the first-hand teaching materials and practical experience I longed for, and I only got the broken soul that now occupies my mind!

"Huh?!"

Just when Quirrell's heart was in a certain mood swing, he heard the majestic voice of his master.

"Quirinus, I can sense you're a little uneasy."

This is definitely not a human voice, the words coming from the back of the head are hoarse and ugly, like a ghost.

For Quirrell, it was the nightmare that haunted his life.

"No ......"

Frightened, he subconsciously wanted to deny something.

However, reason told Quirrell that he could not completely deny this, and that this pure lie would definitely be exposed!

Forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, he forcibly pulled out a smile.

Quirrell didn't know if his master could see his own expression, but he felt he had to laugh.

"I just don't know what to do with these things, great master."

He stumbled to find a reason.

"According to what you and Pedirus said, the little wizard you followed...... He's a little special. ”

"But no matter what, he's just an ordinary kid, and he's just an alternative, Quelinus, don't be so nervous, you're still useful."

Then Quirrell heard a hoarse laugh.

It fell on his ears like a strong mockery.

It satirizes his humility and subservience, and mocks his stupidity and misfortune.

Clenching his fists and hiding his wand in his arms, Quirrell closed his eyes.

Can I still be saved?

And those students......

Quirrell didn't know, he just subconsciously looked at the floor-to-ceiling clock in the room.

"It's time."

After putting away his wand, he walked out of his office.

At the same time, the young wizards of the first year also walked into the classroom.

Was a student of Glen Centor and Hufflepuff.

"Ahh Welcome! I'm the professor of your Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and I hope we can get along happily. ”

In the stumbling stumbles he was used to, Quirrell introduced himself.

At the same time, his gaze just scanned the crowd.

But soon, he discovered something wrong.

He didn't seem to see the boy named Connor.

Where will he be now?

Where is he?

"You Hufflepuffs...... Is there one person missing? ”

He stumbled.

"I, I saw yesterday, you Hufflepuffs should have a very good student...... Professor Flitwick also praised him. ”

"Teacher, you're talking about Connor."

Eventually, Ernie came out and spoke.

"But Connor had a fever this morning."

"What?!"