"Tom Marvolo Riddle, do you dare to say yes if I call you?" Calvin shouted at Voldemort's geist holding up a silver mirror.

"Hey, little Calvin, you don't think a small mirror can destroy the great Dark Lord, do you?" As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, he felt a powerful suction force controlling his soul to move towards the mirror.

"What is this!" Voldemort cried out in horror, "Calvin, how could you..."

"Don't talk nonsense, Tom, come in quickly, I can go back to sleep." The silver mirror in Calvin's hand dragged Voldemort like a vortex, and it took about three minutes for Voldemort's soul to be fully contained in it.

Calvin took a closer look at the mirror and frowned slightly, this mirror of his was a half-finished product. However, I didn't expect Voldemort to do it so quickly, and I could only make do with semi-finished products, but the effect was really not ideal.

Voldemort's soul was still restlessly pounding in the mirror, and he couldn't rule out the possibility of escaping.

After Voldemort's soul was put into the mirror, Harry was smoothly loaded into the world in the painting, which gave Calvin some new ideas.

He then took the paper to the hospital and released the three little wizards in the painting to Ms. Pomfrey.

"Professor Capet, are you alright?" Ron asked tremblingly, the pain of the Mind Piercing Spell wasn't something that could be eliminated in a moment.

"Professor, what about the mystery man? What about the Philosopher's Stone? Hermione was anxious to know what the final outcome would be.

"I'm fine, the mystery man's current state won't make me sweat a drop." Calvin waved his hand, "As for the Mystic and the Philosopher's Stone, it's not for you to be concerned about. ”

"Get some sleep, there's class tomorrow."

……

Early the next morning, Dumbledore summoned some of the teachers for a meeting. When Calvin arrived at the conference room, Dumbledore hadn't arrived yet, and the teachers gathered to guess what was going on in the school.

Seeing Calvin coming, Snape walked up and asked in a low voice, "Capet, I woke up this morning and found that the magic I left behind was triggered, what about yours?" ”

"Ah, Snape, mine was triggered too—" Calvin said regretfully.

"How is that possible..."Snape couldn't believe it, "Capet, don't joke with me, you should know what happens if that person gets the Philosopher's Stone!" ”

"Don't worry, Snape," Calvin leaned closer to sniff Snape's greasy hair, "I said you should change your image, people will really think of you as a dark wizard." At least last night, it had serious consequences. ”

"Anyway, I know a very good hairstylist from Muggles, and I'll take you to his place when I have time."

Snape flicked his sleeves and said in a long voice, "My hair, you don't have to worry about it. ”

"Gentlemen, do you know what happened last night?" Professor McGonagall walked over with Flitwick and Sprout, "Last night our apparatus was passed. By the way, what about Professor Quirrell? Why isn't he there? ”

"I think," Snape glanced at the smiling Calvin, "he should be dead." Right, Professor Capet. ”

"Merlin's beard! Quirrell is dead? McGonagall and Flitwick looked at Calvin in surprise, "Calvin, what's going on?" ”

Old fox!

Calvin cursed in his heart, but his face was still gentle, "Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, why don't we wait for Professor Dumbledore to reveal the truth of the incident?" ”

McGonagall wanted to ask more, just as Dumbledore walked into the conference room and began to preside over the meeting.

"Silence!"

Everyone sat down at the long conference table. Snape wanted to sit across from Calvin, but was preempted by Professor Bablin, who wore an old wizard's robe and a horned wizard's hat.

"Professor Quirrell can't continue teaching for some reason, what do you think you should do in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the second half of the school year?" Professor Dumbledore's words exploded like a stone thrown at the calm water.

Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout gave Calvin and Snape quizzing glances. Professor Trelawney muttered that the Dark Lord's curse had been fulfilled again.

Calvin stared at the ceiling as if it had nothing to do with him, until the witch across from him passed a parchment note:

"Success?"

Calvin picked up the quill and was about to write something on the parchment, when he suddenly noticed that Snape's eyes had been staring at himself and the parchment, so he changed his posture and wrote:

"It worked, but it also failed, I only made a half-finished product, and sooner or later he would run out."

Then, with the written side down, it was returned to Basida.

Soon Calvin received a reply:

"Got it, let me know what's going on."

Calvin nodded slightly to Basida.

At this point, Dumbledore said from the throne, "Due to the peculiarities of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, some of the professors present will take turns teaching until a replacement is found. ”

It wasn't explicitly stated, but Calvin's name would certainly be among the substitute professors - he couldn't be expected to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, which made him a little unhappy, and he didn't want to be cursed with some strange thing. The last Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was burned alive by him.

"Okay, there's nothing else to do, today's Defence Against the Dark Arts class will be replaced by Severus and Minerva."

"Oh, by the way," Dumbledore's blue eyes crossed over the professors and went straight to Calvin, "Calvin, you can come to my office in a moment." Well, so be it. ”

After the meeting ended, Professor McGonagall's doubts were still not solved, and her silver eyes kept looking at Calvin, hoping that he would give an explanation: "Professor Capet, Calvin, what happened, why did Severus say Quirrell was dead?" ”

In the face of the curious older cat lady, Calvin has nothing to do. Since Dumbledore didn't say it himself, he couldn't say anything either. It's better to make an official announcement after the same tone is the same thing.

"Professor McGonagall, you see, Professor Dumbledore is still waiting for me." Calvin winked at McGonagall, "It's not something that can be explained in a sentence or two, I'll tell you when I get back." ”

"Well, you go see Dumbledore first." Professor McGonagall stepped out of the way, "I'll go see Harry and Ron first." ”

Soon, Calvin came to the principal's office, and the stone beast at the door took the initiative to get out of the way. Dumbledore looked at Calvin and asked kindly, "Good morning, Calvin, would you like some pumpkin juice?" ”