Hogwarts: From The Obscure To The Dark Lord

"Sorry, Professor Quirrell, I'm just curious, I don't think you'd blame a curious little wizard, would you?"

Toby smiled and looked at Professor Quirrell behind the podium.

"When.....of course, every........everyone has curiosity."

Quirrell forced a smile, and he didn't know how to scold his mother in his heart. He still had to complete the task assigned by his master, and he didn't want to attract Dumbledore's attention.

"Then, let's start class..."

Professor Quirrell had just opened the book when he was interrupted by another small net.

"Professor Quirrell, you haven't told us what's going on with the scarf you're wearing around your head? Don't you feel hot?"

asked Seamus Finnigan.

"Oh, actually I don't feel hot, this scarf was a gift from an African prince, because I once helped him get rid of the entanglement of revenant zombies.

"I think this scarf looks pretty, so I wrapped it around my head. You probably don't know that all wizards in Africa dress up like this."

Professor Quirrell explained.

In fact, Professor Quirrell is right. The temperature in Africa is very high. People there either wear very short hair, or directly wrap a piece of cloth on their heads, which can resist the sun's radiation.

"Professor, how did you defeat the reanimated zombies?"?

Seamus started to ask questions again, seeming a little impatient, wanting to know the specific situation.

"Oh... Well, today's weather is really good, this weather is suitable for going outdoors..."

Professor Quirrell's face was flushed, and his words were also vague. He directly changed the subject and talked about the weather.

This made the little wizards start to question Professor Quirrell's words. He said that the scarf was given to him by an African prince, and thanked him for helping drive away the resurrected zombies. But let him be more specific, and then began to change the topic.

"Professor Quirrell must be lying. I'm sure he bought that scarf in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, not some African prince!"

"Certainly, he can't say anything specific."

"Fred and George told me that Professor Quirrell's large scarf must have been stuffed with garlic so that no one would dare come near him."

The little wizards began to whisper.

"Professor, I have a question."

Jamie raised his hand.

"Oh! Please...please say, Ball...Mr. Ball".

Professor Quirrell stammered, he thought these little wizards were too difficult.

"You said that your scarf was given to you by an African prince, so is that African prince a wizard or a Muggle? According to the "International Federation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy," Muggles cannot know the existence of a wizard."

"The African prince gave you a gift, which means he knew your identity, so the professor violated the secrecy law, and we can report your behavior to the Ministry of Magic at any time."

Jamie raised his eyebrows, but what he said was threatening.

"Oh, no, I didn't violate the secrecy law. What I said was wrong just now. This scarf was not given to me by an African prince. I bought it when I was traveling in Africa."

Professor Quirrell said eagerly that even his stutter was cured. If the people from the Ministry of Magic really came to investigate him, the relationship between him and Voldemort might be exposed, and he would definitely be imprisoned in Azka class's.

Professor Quirrell was really anxious, even sweating on his forehead, what's going on with these little wizards, how can they know so much [It's even more difficult than those senior students.

"That is to say, Professor, you have lied to us, and it really hurts us! We believe you so much."

said Jamie, pretending to be sad.

The other young Slytherin wizards also responded, especially Dellaco Malfoy, who clamored to write to his father.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I will never lie to you again."

Professor Quirrell was forced to have no choice but to apologize to all the little wizards, but he hated Jamie in his heart. If it weren't for the little wizard's meddling things, how could it have become like this.

Next, Professor Quirrell learned his lesson and started the class directly.

Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is also boring. Like Cuthbert Binns, he follows the script and stutters.

"Professor, is there any practical teaching in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? I think that instead of reciting it from the book, you might as well show us a practical lesson!"

"Of course, we can also be your opponents. We all hope to teach you some practical magic."

Toby interrupted Professor Quirrell's scripted reading.

"Oh, Mr. Regbo, I think . . . "

Of course, Professor Quirrell didn't want to agree, but he was interrupted before he finished speaking, and he was even kicked out of the shelves.

Everyone, do you like to listen to the professor read the textbook, or watch a wonderful practical teaching?"

Jamie stood up and said to all the little wizards in the classroom.

"Of course it's a practical teaching. We don't want to hear the professor recite your textbooks."

"Professor Quirrell, give us a practical teaching lesson.

"Professor, we want to see actual combat teaching!"

Whether it was the little wizard of Gryffindor or the little wizard of Slytherin, they all started booing and fighting, and the classroom was suddenly noisy.

"Professor, you have seen it. We all want to take a practical lesson. As a professor, you should not be dissatisfied with us."

Jamie laughed.

"Oh! This... this...."

Professor Quirrell's face was flushed, and he didn't even know what to do.

"Everyone, get out of your seats and make room for Professor Quirrell to give us a practical lesson."

Jamie didn't pay attention to what Professor Quirrell was thinking. He had to attend today's practical class, and he had to attend it.

When the little wizards heard this, they immediately left their seats and gathered at the back and sides of the classroom.

Toby waved his wand, and the tables, chairs and benches in the classroom immediately flew to the back and sides of the classroom, leaving the middle of the classroom empty.

If other professors see this, they will be surprised. Toby's magic is simply comparable to these professors.

The little wizards were already familiar with the strangeness. As for Professor Quirrell, he was still anxious and didn't notice it.

"." Professor Quirrell, please! Let the two of us be your opponents, you won't be afraid of us two little wizards, will you?"

Jamie deliberately provoked.

"Quirrell, go teach those two little wizards a lesson."

In Professor Quirrell's heart, Voldemort's voice sounded.

"But, master, this might draw Dumbledore's attention. We haven't got the Philosopher's Stone yet, so we can't reveal it."

Professor Quirrell said anxiously in his heart.

"So what, didn't you see those two little wizards were provoking you? You can bear it, but I can't.

"Give me your body, and I will personally teach these two little wizards a lesson."

Voldemort said, even if he is a remnant soul now, those little wizards cannot provoke him, and those who provoke him must pay the price.

(Zhao Zhao's) "Come on, don't make me say it a second time."

Voldemort urged impatiently, why did he choose such a waste in the first place, if he were replaced by other servants, he wouldn't be as useless as he is now.

"Yes... yes, master."

Professor Quirrell did not dare to disobey Voldemort's order, and handed over control of his body to him.

After Voldemort obtained the control of Professor Quirrell, he felt comfortable for a while, but it was a pity that this body was not his own, so it was still a little uncomfortable to use.

"Okay, since you all want to watch the actual combat teaching, I will satisfy you."

Professor Quirrell said that he walked from the back of the podium to the open space in the middle of the classroom.

"Just the two of you, don't you want to be my opponent, then come on, I will teach you well.

Professor Quirrell pointed to Toby and Jamie, motioning them to come forward.

"Professor Quirrell, you are not the same as before?"?

Toby walked forward with a smile, the current Professor Quirrell must have been controlled by Voldemort.

"But professor, you are willing to teach us, we are still very happy."