Classes continue.

Quirrell quoted dryly from the book, occasionally using his wand to create the illusion of two dueling with each other, causing the young wizards to let out a burst of exclamations.

But his mind was not on the lecture.

He wanted to chew Harry Potter and Dumbledore alive.

Coincidentally, Harry, Hermione, and Dumbledore were not on the listener's side.

Dumbledore felt that there was something dangerous about Harry's mind.

No young wizard would think of using a killing spell against dark creatures.

Because the unforgivable spell is a curse, as long as you really want to, you will be able to release it, and then you will be dragged into the abyss by the negative emotions brought by this curse.

In the end, the innocent little wizard will become a heinous demon.

He was figuring out how to correct Harry's mind, and as long as Harry remained at the level of thinking, it was still too late.

Hermione, on the other hand, was more worried about her little boyfriend.

She didn't care much about Harry's Killing Charm, as he had used it in her presence, but it had been cast on a spider that had suddenly fallen from the ceiling.

The green light of the Killing Curse swished, and Harry's eyes were full of angry tenderness.

Hermione shook her head, pulling herself back from her daydreaming tendency, thinking hard about the interaction between Professor Quirrell and Harry.

There must be an unknown conflict between them, and Ron is nothing more than a stepping stone for Quirrell to shake Harry.

Hermione couldn't be more sure of that, she trusted her sixth sense.

Moreover, the divination books say that shamans should believe in their sixth sense, which is often a prophecy given by the world to gifted soothsayers.

"Hermione, I'm sorry, I can't tell you that, it's not time yet." Harry seemed to read Hermione's thoughts, and said apologetically.

Hermione looked at Harry's handsome face with some anger, and when she looked at it, her anger disappeared inexplicably.

"Don't forget to tell me later, Harry. I'm Ling...... Your friend. Hermione finally whispered, glancing around warily.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that Ron was still immersed in Quirrell's virtual image teaching, and she gently pinched Harry's waist again.

Harry didn't dodge, but leaned into her ear and whispered, "I'll tell you when you can become proficient with the seventh-year spell." ”

Hermione was thrilled, her whole body tense.

She felt countless pairs of eyes watching behind her, and her ears were burning even more when they were blown by the heat.

Hermione didn't dare to look everywhere, so she could only smack Harry's waist under the table again.

Harry smiled as he chased Quirrell's gaze and raised his hand fiercely when Quirrell couldn't dodge.

The corners of Quirrell's mouth twitched, and he was about to continue to ignore Harry's movements and continue lecturing, when he saw the other man's raised hand wave and shake three times in the air.

The eyes of the young wizards slowly fell on Harry.

Quirrell took a deep breath and asked with a smile, "Mr. Potter, do you have any questions?" ”

"Professor." Harry lowered his hand and asked seriously, "I want to know how I can defeat a dark wizard like the mystery man in actual combat." ”

In the exclamation, Quirrell's pupils dilated unconsciously, like a python looking at a rat that had escaped its entanglement.

"Kid, the mystery man has been defeated by you." Quirrell said coldly.

Dumbledore pursed his lips and sighed as he looked at Harry's stubborn back.

As a child, even if you can forget the hatred of your parents being killed, you can't forget the pain of not having your parents.

This pain can only be healed with love, otherwise, it will re-nourish new hatred.

No wonder Harry could say he wanted to use the Killing Curse, alas, poor boy, Snape had to try to get close to him.

Dumbledore made a decision.

As for how to persuade?

Severus, you don't want Lily's child to be exactly like her killer, do you?

"I need to be on guard, Professor." Harry's eyes relaxed slightly, and he continued, "Although the mysterious man has failed, his subordinates are still hiding in the shadows. ”

"If any of them surpasses the mystery man, everyone will be threatened."

The young wizards were startled, and suddenly felt that Harry had a point.

Quirrell sneered in his heart.

How can anyone surpass me?

It's a fantasy!

Even if Grindelwald returns to the top, he can't compete with him in the dark arts.

Quirrell hid his disdain in a gentle smile and said, "I can teach you how to guard against those dark wizards, this is actually the content of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class." ”

"Mr. Potter, and all the students, if you listen to the lectures carefully, you will not be in any danger."

"Okay, Professor." Harry smiled harmlessly, "You'll protect us, won't you?" ”

How can I protect you?

I want to kill, kill, kill......

Quirrell roared inwardly, but he couldn't.

The hateful Russell sealed all his bad thoughts.

Quirrell's head lit up again, and he turned his head to ignore Harry.

Harry's personality had been thought to be similar to his, but now it seemed that he was no different from his cowardly grandfather.

After this episode, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class ended with Quirrell to his satisfaction.

After being informed by Dumbledore that the afternoon class was temporarily cancelled, the young wizards immediately jumped to the hall to prepare for dinner.

Harry, however, was stopped by Dumbledore alone.

"Mr. Headmaster, what's the matter with you?"

"Feel free to do so, Harry." Dumbledore acted like a responsible elder and said amiably, "You can call me Dumbledore." ”

"It's rude, Mr. Headmaster." Harry shook his head and insisted, "Aunt Penny will scold me." ”

Dumbledore gave Harry a deep look, then stopped correcting Harry's name.

He walked in front, and the moving portraits in the corridor saluted him one by one.

Harry followed Dumbledore without squinting, his mind pondering the dark magic he had learned from Big Russell's updated list of skills.

The two of them walked silently to the door of the principal's office.

"Nose-smelling coffee." Dumbledore said to the griffon statue that was more than a man tall in the doorway.

The griffon opened its eyes, lowered its paws on its chest, and spun its whole body to the side, making way for the two of them to pass.

"I thought you wouldn't be able to stop talking, Harry." Dumbledore leaned sideways and made a gesture of please, his expression still very kind.

"I was thinking about things, Mr. Headmaster." Harry said, looking Dumbledore in the eye.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, and he unconsciously pushed his glasses to hide the surprise in his eyes, "Can I know what you're thinking, Harry?" ”

"I'm wondering, where did Malfoy go?" Harry stood in the doorway, not wanting to go in.

"Oh, he's in the school infirmary." Dumbledore was a little sad, "Poor Mr. Malfoy, he's bleeding a lot from the back of his head. ”

"Come in, Harry, your father often comes to play with me."

"I'm going back to my homework, Mr. Headmaster."

"Oh, okay." Dumbledore looked at Harry again.

Obviously only eleven years old, but his height is almost the same as that of him who is getting older and shorter.

"Since you insist, let's talk about it here." Dumbledore looked behind Harry and made sure there was no one and no ghost before continuing:

"You mentioned the Unforgivable Curse in Professor Quirrell's class, Harry."

"It's dangerous, and I advise you not to use it. Of course, for your safety, I can teach you some good spells, how about that? ”

Harry looked down in thought for a moment, then smiled at Dumbledore, "Yes, Mr. Dumbledore. ”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Little Potter, you and your father are almost carved out of the same mold. ”

"Come on in, it's not convenient to teach these spells here."

"Yes, sir." Harry chose to ignore Dumbledore's offense at his use of Soul Extraction.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Learn the spell first.

Nope

(End of chapter)