"Mike Gretel, come to my office after dinner."

Gretel would love to say what the professor could I not do.

But when he turned around and saw the slightly playful look in Quirrell's eyes, he decisively chose to honestly bow his head and agree.

What to do when a wizard cub is targeted by a dark wizard?

If he is asked again now, what Glitter wants to answer most is that if he has the conditions, of course, he will sue the parents, especially the parents of calf protectors who are full of martial arts and have top-notch abilities.

Coincidentally, Hogwarts has the most professors who protect the calves.

Glitter had thought of going straight to Dumbledore's headmaster's office, but considering that Voldemort had already set his sights on him, if he was so reckless, he would definitely be alarmed.

I am not afraid of the snake, but I am afraid of the revenge of the snake after it runs away.

The worst thing is that when he arrived at the headmaster's office, he still didn't see Dumbledore, and a giant python came out of the grass and swallowed him at once.

Then you can only find another parent, Gretel's eyes lit up, and he went straight to the Charms classroom.

If you want to talk about the whole school, apart from Dumbledore, who does Gretel trust the most.

Professor Flitwick is naturally in a league of its own.

Judging from the history of the school, all the previous Charms professors at Hogwarts were good at dueling.

Professor Flitwick came to teach at Hogwarts because he had won an unknown number of dueling titles.

If Dean Flitwick is willing to accompany him to Quirrell's office, then as long as Voldemort is not willing to tear his face.

He, Mike Gretel, a first-year wizard and Eagle House genius, could cross his back and declare that he was extremely safe.

But the distress lies in how Professor Flitwick can willingly accompany him without revealing Voldemort's existence.

The main thing is that Lao Fu's lurking is so good that even Dumbledore has been concealed.

If he directly finds out Voldemort's identity, it will be light.

So even if you find it, you have to find a way to pick yourself clean, so as not to be secretly poked and poked by this poisonous snake.

——

After dinner, Gretel followed Flitwick with an embarrassed expression on his face.

There is no way, he can be regarded as relying on the aura of genius to pit his dean.

But this was the best he could think of at the moment, without revealing Voldemort's identity to the professor, and without making Voldemort think of himself otherwise.

He sold Quirrell, and in Charms class, he deliberately pretended to ask for advice, saying that he didn't understand the configuration of a spell.

The obstacle was then released in front of Professor Flitwick.

What's even more unfortunate is that because of the 'level is not enough', there are many obstacles and the range is not well controlled, and many little wizards are pushed away.

If Professor Flitwick hadn't cast the Curse on the spot, everyone would have been kicked out of the classroom by the Runaway Obstacle Charm.

Professor Flitwick, the good old man, was angry for the first time, and even counted Quirinus Quirrell in class, saying that he had forgotten everything he had taught after so many years of graduation.

Later, when he heard that Quirrell wanted Gretel to come to his office in the evening, the professor immediately thought that he was digging the foot of the wall behind his back, the head of the Eagle Academy.

Genius students are loved by everyone, but not everyone has the ability to bring them well.

The professor immediately said that if he went, he would take him with him, and he would have to discuss the training of the little wizard with Quirrell.

In fact, during the Transfiguration class in the afternoon, Glitter also hinted at Professor McGonagall that someone wanted to meddle in the cultivation of genius wizards.

Truth be told, in terms of Quirrell's performance since the beginning of the school year, everyone knew that he was simply not up to the job of a full-fledged professor.

If he had known Quirrell's level that he would be an assistant coach, Hogwarts would have to think twice, let alone issue a letter of appointment directly.

However, Quirrell has already joined the company, and no matter what, he must at least let the family complete the teaching task for one school year.

Professor McGonagall had already made the move, and was ready to come to the door to talk to Quirrell in detail, so that he would not delay the normal development of a young wizard.

However, when he heard that Flitwick had offered to ask for help, he politely rejected Gretel's idea of her accompanying him.

"Professor Flitwick has already gone, and it will be aggressive for me to go again, don't worry, your dean will take care of it for you."

——

Even after an afternoon, Professor Flitwick's anger had not subsided much.

Judging by the professor's extremely fast pace, he couldn't wait to settle accounts with Quirrell.

"Professor, I'm McGonagall Gretel." At Flitwick's signal, Gretel politely knocked on the door.

The heavy black wooden door opened in style, and Quirrell folded his hands and leaned gracefully on a large pine carved chair.

"So, Mr. Gretel, are you interested in learning ......?"

Gentle grace with a hint of demagogue erupted from Quirrell's lips and teeth, stopping abruptly as Professor Flitwick stepped out of the shadows.

"F, Professor Flitwick," Voldemort's playful eyes vanished in an instant, replaced with the cowardice and nervousness that belonged to Quirinus Quirrell, "how did you get here?" ”

Flitwick walked into the office with his hands behind his back and a serious expression, not waving his wand and floating straight to Quirrell's desk.

"Quirinus Quirrell."

"Yes, Professor." Quirrell hung his head slightly, trying to keep the back of his head in the blind spot of Flitwick's eyes.

A book flew up and slammed into Quirrell's head.

"Holy," Grett gasped, his head spinning, and now reminded the professor that he was ready to do it, if he could keep the two of them safe.

Before Gretel could finish thinking, the big book more than ten centimeters thick was smashed several times.

"It seems that you haven't forgotten that I taught you Charms, so how can you forget what I've emphasized over and over again, the most important thing for a young wizard is to lay a good foundation.

How old he is, eleven years old, how long has he been in school, a month and eight days.

Excuse me, when did I get you to start learning spells in earnest when you were in school? ”

Gretel noticed that Quirrell's expression struggled for a moment, but finally replied tamely, "Professor, I remember very well that at the end of the second month of school, the first magic I learned was the Levitation Charm. ”

"Then how dare you let a bunch of first-year students who haven't finished learning basic magic theory and basic magic configurations cast obstacles!!"

You could tell that Professor Flitwick was really angry, and every time he said a word, the big book had to make out with the back of Quirrell's head.

In order to prevent Lao Fu from being humiliated and directly broke out into full martial arts, Glitter immediately stood up.

"Professor, it's not Professor Quirrell's fault, he didn't ask us how to cast the spell, he just told us that if we ran into a dark wizard, it would help us escape.

It's really not Professor Quirrell's fault, it's my own desire to learn, you know, I always want to learn something new, that's why I'm asking you for advice.

I know it's wrong, and I promise that I won't recklessly cast a spell I didn't master in the future, so don't ...... again."

Gretel's words were not finished, but Flitwick had already realized that Quirrell in front of him was no longer his student, but a full-fledged professor with his own identity, and everyone was a colleague.

The large floating book fell instantly, and Professor Flitwick's face was full of apologies, and even the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose were twisted.

"Professor Quirrell, I'm really sorry, I was impulsive, you know, we're always afraid that something will happen to the little wizard, your head is not hurt, let me see......"

The back of the head was forbidden, how could Quirrell allow Flitwick to take off his turban.

Finally, Quirrell was assured that he had no crush on Flitwick and that his head was certainly not injured.

Flitwick calmed down and left Quirrell's office with Gretel.

Along the way, Flitwick stopped Gretel's attempts to say something, until he closed the door to his office and relaxed.

"Gretel, you're doing the right thing, you must not be alone with Quirrell." Flitwick's eyes were full of caution.