Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 28 Quirrell's Anomaly

"You hung everyone upside down in the air... You were so awesome. I don't think I can beat you on the magic spell."

"Just because of this, am I being detained? How exactly is it being confined? Have I been deducted points?" Brie was a little annoyed. These troublemakers had offended him and made him suffer. Isn't confinement equivalent to a waste? His study time!
"You didn't get any points deducted." Hermione was a little helpless. Bree cared too much about grades, but he could get extra points in almost every class, except for History of Magic. But she also thought about it. In fact, she was the same, but this time ... She said: "Slytherin and Gryffindor were deducted fifty points."

"Fifty points! I have earned less than [-] points until now, and they deducted fifty points from me. Hogwarts is not just Slytherin and Gryffindor. Now Ravenc Law may well have gone above and beyond!”

When Hermione heard Bree's anger, she suddenly became angry. She gritted her teeth and said, "Not only that, but Harry and Weasley were deducted fifty points each, I was deducted twenty points, and Malfoy was deducted because He was the mastermind and was deducted seventy points."

Seventy points!
Bree now wants to rush to Slytherin to beat Malfoy. He has not earned so many points in more than a week, and all of them have been deducted. This is all due to Bree's hard work and sweet words!
However, there is no other way. Now she can only work hard to earn it back. Brie has this confidence, but she is really unwilling to do so!

"Then my confinement can't be to deal with slugs for Snape." If that's the case, Bree must throw Malfoy into the bucket and let him be happy with the slugs to relieve his anger.

"No, you are going to Professor Quirrell. Slugs are the three of them's business."

Well, garlic smells way better than slugs.

"By the way Bree, Aurora Sinistra, who teaches today's astronomy class, informed us that the weather tonight is not suitable for stargazing, so your Slytherin and Hufflepuff classes have been moved to Friday."

"Okay, I understand, I have to go find Professor Quirrell tonight."

Bree quickly finished dinner, said goodbye to Hermione and left the school hospital.

"Brie Ord?"

Not far after Bree walked out, she saw an upperclassman from Slytherin walking over.

"I am the prefect of the seventh grade of Slytherin. We are very sorry for what happened before..." He said he was sorry, but this person did not make Bree see any sincerity. It was more like...charity?
"No need, Prefect, I think everyone is satisfied with the current situation." Bree ignored this person. Slytherin never does meaningless things. Bree has the initiative now. He is not stupid.

"You better not do anything stupid."

The prefect stood behind Bree with a livid face and said nothing.

Bree walked towards the third floor. The third floor was Quirrell's office, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It was also where Bree was confined today.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Please, please come in." Professor Quirrell opened the door and said, "Your confinement is every night, every night, for a week."

Quirrell took out a black book, handed it to Bree and said, "Your task is to learn the contents of this book. You, you, need to assist me in the following courses."

Bree took the black book, which was a notebook that had been turned over many times. The title page said - Quirinus Quirrell.

"This is my note." Quirrell looked at Bree with deep eyes, his words were full of temptation, and Bree was drawn by that gaze when he raised his head.

"I know you are a little wizard who loves to learn, so the position of assistant is what you need. I think you will be willing to help me."

Bree nodded with empty eyes, but what he didn't know was that with this nod, a weak contract was connected to the heads of Bree and Quirrell, and Quirrell was the witness.

In an instant, Bree regained her composure, looked at Quirrell as if nothing had happened, and said, "Don't worry, Professor Quirrell, I will be a good assistant."

"Of course, I will also give appropriate points to the assistant." Professor Quirrell seemed to have returned to his cowardly look, walked back to his seat in his office, and then said to Bree: "You can stay, Stay here, or go back to study by yourself, study, you don’t have to use it at night, just use it.”

Brie's eyes lit up, of course he would not stay in this place full of garlic smell.

"See you later, Professor Quirrell. I will complete my assistant's duties seriously next Monday!"

Bree happily leaves with Quirrell's notes after he leaves.

"Master, Master, why did you make such a contract with that boy..." Quirrell was a little scared, because the contract consumed his vitality, and this contract can only be strengthened with the continuous help of both parties, otherwise it will be restricted. It's very weak.

Quirrell slowly took off his turban, and there was a terrifying noseless human face on the bare back of his head.

He whispered in a hoarse voice:

"He is not ordinary. If he does not use this weak contract, he will find that... a person born with a closed brain cannot control the soul for a long time, unless his soul opens a hole to me."

"What's wrong with 'helping each other'? I give him strength and he becomes my slave. This is fair!"

"An orphan who was led into the abyss. This is really the most comfortable thing for me in more than ten years."

……

Bree took Quirrell's notes and walked to the eighth floor. The content in the book was indeed very useful, but Bree always felt weird.

What happened?

As soon as Bree returned to the turret, she heard Ver sitting on the bronze lampstand roaring loudly: "You have a new person outside behind my back!"

After saying that, it hurriedly rushed to Brie, sniffed left and right, and then said with a frustrated face: "How can you insult me!"

"Do you think this kind of contract can hide it from me?"

"No!"

"What happened?" Brie raised the tip of Ver's bronze tail in confusion, tapped its snake head and said, "Tell me clearly."

"Hmph, this is a very hidden contract. If I hadn't made another contract with you before, I wouldn't have discovered it."

"He is a double equal contract...Huh, the other party helps you get what you need, and you have to help the other party get what he wants, but you need to get deeper and deeper in a subtle way..."

Ver reacted, looked at Brie and said angrily: "Someone wants to harm you!"

"Harm me..." Bree frowned, pursed her lips, threw the notes in her hand on the table, and flipped them gently with her wand, but there was nothing strange about them.

"let me see!"

Ver volunteered and spat out a mouthful of lamp oil on the note, and Bree hurriedly moved the note away.

"This should be just an ordinary note." Bu Li looked a little bad. He never expected that Quirrell would attack him. Would a professor do such a thing to a student?

He turned over and over again, and finally turned to one of the pages——

"The power brought by the soul?"

Just a few words made Bree's pupils slightly dilate.

Brie looked carefully and quickly found the key point——

Everyone has a soul, but only black magic can control the soul. The treasures and soul vessels left by the ancient Slytherin bring the rebirth of the soul and the awakening of power.

If you want to see the soul, darkness is the only way to go.

"Darkness is the only way?"

Bree also saw some black magic below. What surprised Bree most was that in addition to the three unforgivable curses, there were also extreme black magic such as fire and spiritualism.

But Brie always remembered.

"Performing any dark magic requires matching malice."

Throwing the note aside, no matter how powerful the black magic recorded on it was, Bree never touched it rashly. Reason was always Bree's strongest strength.

"Professor Quirrell, what do you want to do?"

Brie closed her eyes silently, and then saw a terrifying face. He said hoarsely: "I will give you power, and you must obey me..."

An extremely weak thread was wrapped around Bri's wrist. Bri could detect it through the power of nature. It could be disconnected with a slight twist, but.

"I don't get my power from you."

Bree didn't look at the notes over there at all. Instead, she took out the notes she got in the corner tower and read them silently.

"In comparison, you are too stingy, Professor Quirrell. The magic you want to teach me is contained in this note. It is more detailed than you. It also has a way to resist the erosion of the heart. Although I don't understand this method. Not on."

……

As time passed, the second day came, and Bree was fed up with the Potions class in the morning. But the worst thing was of course the three troublemakers. If it hadn't been for the three of them who had taken care of the slugs in class today, Bree would have been in trouble. His expression could be even worse.

"Mr. Oude +5 points, excellent cold medicine."

Snape came to Bree, picked up the pink potion, walked to Harry not far away in two or three steps, pinched Harry's chin, and said, "Drink it."

Harry swallowed the potion in humiliation. Ron on the side expressed sympathy for Harry's experience. When he saw Harry's eyes staring in pain, he scolded Snape hundreds of times in his heart.

"Bitter! Siha..."

"Well, not bad." Snape sneered with satisfaction.

"It seems that Mr. Ode is indeed outstanding."

As Harry kept sticking out his tongue, hot air burst out of his ears. This is a normal situation for people with colds to drink potion. Last night, Harry, Ron, and Malfoy all washed their noses with cold water and each other The fight made the place a mess, which made Snape very angry when he returned to the office and drove them away. As expected, all three of them fell ill the next day.

"Hahaha..." Soon, the classroom was filled with laughter, making Harry embarrassed and helpless.

"Malfoy, take your potion with you after class. As for Mr. Weasley, you can find someone willing to help you. I haven't sent the cold potion from the school hospital yet, so it's useless for you to go."

After saying that, Snape said: "Clean up your cauldron. I want to see the paper about this class, Five Inches, before next Wednesday. get out of class is over now."

After speaking, he strode away.

"Pfft, is there anyone in Weasley who is willing to help, Harry Potter, or the rotten water in your cauldron." Malfoy filled the pink potion in the cauldron with a bottle, and then started to act arrogantly. Leave next.

"Damn, damn Malfoy!"

"Ron... I think we have to go find Hermione. She was the only one in Gryffindor who managed to make the potion, although Snape didn't even look at it."

Bree put away the cauldron and said to Hermione: "Would you like to go to the library to write a paper together, Hermione?"

Hermione filled the potion, snorted, handed it to Harry who looked expectant, and said to Ron, "Drink it now."

Just as Ron was about to say something, Harry breathed hot air into his ears and handed the potion to Ron's mouth. Looking at Hermione's fierce eyes, Ron gave in. After a while, he also had hot air coming out of his ears and succeeded. Hermione relaxed her brows and said briskly:
"Come on Brie, let's go write our paper!"

(End of this chapter)