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Chapter 288 Dumbledore’s invitation

Class continues.

Quirrell quoted the contents of the book dryly, and from time to time used his wand to create the illusion of two duels with each other, causing the little wizards to exclaim in surprise.

But his mind was not on the lecture.

He wished he could chew Harry Potter and Dumbledore alive.

Coincidentally, Harry, Hermione and Dumbledore were not paying attention to the lecture either.

Dumbledore felt that Harry's thoughts were dangerous.

No little wizard would think of using a killing curse against a creature of darkness.

Because as long as you really want to, you can release a curse like the Unforgivable Curse, and then you will be dragged into the abyss by the negative emotions caused by this curse.

In the end, the originally innocent little wizard will turn into a heinous demon.

He was thinking about how to correct Harry's thinking. As long as Harry was still thinking, it would be too late.

Hermione was more worried about her little boyfriend.

She didn't really care about the killing curse Harry said, because he had used it in front of her, but the target was a spider that suddenly fell from the ceiling.

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

Hermione shook her head, snapping herself out of her daydreaming tendencies and thinking hard about the interaction between Professor Quirrell and Harry.

There must be some unknown conflict between them, and Ron is just a stepping stone for Quirrell to shake Harry.

Hermione was so sure of this, she trusted her sixth sense.

Moreover, the divination book says: Wizards must trust their sixth sense, which is often the prediction given by the world to gifted diviners.

"Hermione, I'm sorry, I can't tell you this, it's not yet time." Harry said apologetically as if he could see Hermione's thoughts.

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

"Don't forget to tell me in the future, Harry. I am... your friend." Hermione whispered at last, and after speaking, she glanced around cautiously.

When she found that Ron was still immersed in Quirrell's virtual image teaching, she breathed a sigh of relief, so she squeezed Harry's waist gently again.

Harry did not hide away, but just reached her ear and whispered: "I will tell you when you can master the seventh grader's spell."

Hermione's whole body trembled, and her whole body tensed upright.

She felt like there were countless pairs of eyes watching behind her, and her ears were even more burned by the hot air.

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

Harry smiled slightly, he followed Quirrell's gaze, and at the moment when Quirrell couldn't avoid it, he raised his hand fiercely.

Quirrell's mouth twitched, and just when he was about to continue ignoring Harry's actions and continue teaching, he saw the other person's raised hand wave hard in the air and shake it three times.

The young wizards' eyes slowly focused on Harry.

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

"Professor." Harry put down his hand and asked seriously: "I want to know how to defeat a dark wizard like the mysterious man in actual combat."

Amid the exclamation, Quirrell's pupils involuntarily dilated, like a python looking at a mouse that had escaped its entanglement.

"Child, the mysterious man has been defeated by you." Quirrell said coldly.

Dumbledore pursed his lips, looked at Harry's stubborn back, and couldn't help but sigh.

As children, even if they can forget the hatred of their parents being killed, they cannot forget the pain of not having their parents.

This pain can only be healed with love, otherwise it will breed new hatred.

No wonder Harry could say that he wanted to use the Killing Curse. Alas, the poor kid had to let Snape try to get close to him.

Dumbledore made a decision in his mind.

As for how to persuade?

Severus, you don't want Lily's child to become exactly like the person who killed her, right?

"I need to be on guard, Professor." Harry's eyes relaxed slightly and then said, "Although the mysterious man failed, his subordinates are still hiding in the dark."

"If any of them are stronger than the mysterious man, everyone will be threatened."

The little wizards were shocked, and suddenly felt that what Harry said made sense.

Quirrell sneered in his heart. How could anyone surpass me?
It’s simply a fantasy!

Even if the original Grindelwald returned to his peak, he would not be able to compete with him in terms of black magic.

Quirrell hid his disdain well in his gentle smile and said: "I can teach you how to guard against those dark wizards. This is actually the content of the Defense Against Dark Arts course."

"Mr. Potter, and fellow students, if you pay attention in class, you will not be in any danger."

"Okay, Professor." Harry smiled harmlessly, "You will protect us, right?"

How can I protect you?

I can't wait to kill, kill, kill...

Quirrell roared in his heart, but he couldn't roar out.

The abominable Russell sealed away all his bad thoughts.

Quirrell's forehead lit up with a 'red light' again, and he turned his head and didn't want to talk to Harry.

Previously, I thought Harry's personality was similar to his, but now it seemed that there was no difference between him and his cowardly grandfather.

After this small episode, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class came to an end with Quirrell being very satisfied.

After being informed by Dumbledore that the afternoon classes were temporarily canceled, the little wizards immediately jumped to the hall to prepare for dinner.

But Harry was stopped alone by Dumbledore.

"Mr. Principal, what do you want?"

"You can be casual, Harry." Dumbledore pretended to be a responsible elder and said amiably: "You can call me Dumbledore."

"That's not polite, Mr. Headmaster." Harry shook his head and insisted, "Aunt Petunia will scold me."

Dumbledore looked at Harry deeply, and then stopped correcting Harry's words.

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

Harry followed Dumbledore intently, thinking about the dark magic he had learned from Boss Russell's updated skill list.

The two of them walked one behind the other in silence until they reached the door of the principal's office.

"Booger-flavored coffee." Dumbledore said towards the gryphon statue as tall as a person at the door.

The gryphon opened its eyes, put down the paws on its chest, and then rotated its entire body to the side to make way for the two of them to pass.

"I thought you couldn't help but talk, Harry." Dumbledore turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, his expression still very kind.

"I was just thinking about something, Mr. Headmaster," Harry said, looking directly into Dumbledore's eyes.

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

"I was wondering, where did Malfoy go?" Harry stood at the door with no intention of going in.

"Oh, he is in the school infirmary." Dumbledore said sadly, "Poor Mr. Malfoy, the skin on the back of his head was broken and he bled a lot."

"Harry, come in, your father often comes to my place to play."

"I still have to go back and review my lessons, Mr. Principal."

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

Although he is only eleven years old, his height is almost the same as that of him who gets shorter as he gets older.

"If you insist, let's talk here." Dumbledore looked behind Harry to make sure there was no one around or ghosts before he continued:
"You mentioned the Unforgivable Curse in Professor Quirrell's class, Harry."

"It's very dangerous. I suggest you never use it. Of course, for your safety, I can teach you some powerful spells, how about it?"

Harry lowered his head and thought for a while, then smiled at Dumbledore and said, "Okay, Mr. Dumbledore."

Dumbledore was startled, then laughed and said, "Little Potter, you are almost the same mold as your father."

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

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

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

Let’s learn the magic spell first.

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)