Hogwarts: Start in Azkaban

Chu He didn't reveal the Voldemort parasite on the back of Quirrell's head for the first time. Although he was sure that he could defeat Voldemort under this magical power, he was not 100% sure.

After all, Voldemort is the nightmare of the wizarding world, the god in the heart of the Death Eaters, maybe he has some special life-saving skills that he doesn't understand.

Not to mention that this classroom is full of freshmen at Hogwarts, and Cassandra, who has received pre-school education at home, can protect herself to a certain extent, and other students can be regarded as hostages of Quirrell and Voldemort. The fight is here, and he is the one who suffers from the hostage restriction.

A casual ejection of the Life Suffering Charm could take someone's life.

What should I do if the teacher who is teaching has Voldemort on the head? Urgent, online and so on.

Of course it was whistle blowing.

After all, this was Dumbledore's territory.

"Professor Quirrell."

Chu He, who had made up his mind, raised his hand to interrupt Quirrell, who was stammering in class.

"What, what's the matter, Chu, classmate Chu He?"

asked Quirrell, looking terrified.

"My stomach hurts and I want to go to the bathroom!"

"Okay, okay, you, you go."

Quirrell graciously agreed, and the students at Hufflepuff couldn't help but let out a faint laugh. Cassandra glared at him fiercely, and the laugh disappeared.

Then Chu He walked out of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom from Kassandra's side, and then Chu He applied an improved confinement magic on the door to prevent Quirrell from running away from suspicion while he was shaking.

Then Chu He ran quickly to the Transfiguration classroom, where Professor McGonagall was grading the homework the students had done in the previous class.

"Professor McGonagall."

"Chu He? This should be class time. If you skip class for no reason, I'm afraid I'll have to deduct points from Slytherin Branch."

Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"I have something urgent. I hope you can take me to Headmaster Dumbledore."

Chu He said seriously.

The reason why he didn't go to Snape, the dean of his branch, was because he didn't know Snape's whereabouts at all. There was no Snape's class today, so he couldn't find Snape without using large-scale reconnaissance magic, but used this scanning type magic. , might scare Quirrell away.

And he secretly asked Professor McGonagall to take him to Dumbledore. Quirrell must now teach students in the classroom, which completely blocked the possibility of Quirrell escaping.

After all, Quirrell can't just skip class when there's something wrong, he's a professor.

"Chu He, you know that Headmaster Dumbledore has a lot to do."

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, then confirmed that, to be honest, she felt that Chu He was a proper child, otherwise, she would be caught and deducted points without saying a word by wandering outside while other students were teaching.

"I know, but if you don't take me today, you will regret it for a whole year, I can guarantee it."

"Okay, come with me."

McGonagall put down the pen for grading the homework, closed the door of the classroom and took Chu He to the principal's office. She decided to make an exception for Chu He and took him to Dumbledore to see what was going on. in time.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Chu He said he has something very urgent for you."

After pushing the door open, McGonagall spoke.

"Ah, Chu He, what's the matter?"

Dumbledore smiled kindly.

"I saw Voldemort. On the back of Professor Quirrell's head, he used the parasitic magic of the soul to parasitize Quirrell, relying on Quirrell's magic to maintain his existence. Now Quirrell is teaching in the black magic classroom."

Chu He didn't grumble, and simply finished what he had to say. Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at each other, and they both rushed out of the principal's office at the same time.

Although the possibility of Chu He's statement is very small, as long as Voldemort is involved, even if it is small, it should be strictly investigated.

Chu He, on the other hand, cast a speeding magic on himself and followed Dumbledore and McGonagall. After all, he was young and short, and without this magic, he could not keep up with Dumbledore and McGonagall.

At this time, Voldemort, who was living on the back of Quirrell's head, really cared about Chu He. He felt a little magic falling on Quirrell just now. The source was Chu He, but when Chu He glanced at his position, he again After chatting with the female student beside him, he felt relieved.

After all, what can a nine-year-old child do, let alone go to the toilet in class, this is simply a child who has not grown up.

Just as Voldemort thought so, with a creak, the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was suddenly pushed open.

"Disappear without a trace!"

As soon as Quirrell heard Chu He's voice, the scarf wrapped around his head was wiped away by the Vanishing Charm.

Voldemort, who was growing on the back of his head, stared blankly at Dumbledore and McGonagall standing beside Chu He.

McGonagall doesn't matter, but the problem is the Dumbledore he was afraid of in his heyday!

This, this kid? ? ? ? Did you secretly run to call someone just now? Do you want to face! ! ? ? ?

"You shameless brat!!!"

The recovered Voldemort glared at Chu He with hatred, and then turned into a cloud of black smoke and escaped from Quirrell's head, intending to rush out of the house, but due to Chu He's reminder, Dumbledore, who had already taken the lead, naturally wouldn't let it go. run him.

"The ultimate bondage."

A white light swept out of Dumbledore's wand, instantly forming an airtight web of light that enveloped the black smoke made by Voldemort's soul, and then quickly reduced into a small bottle of light and flew back to Dumbledore's hands.

At this time, Quirrell had already drawn out his wand in anger and shouted at Chu He.

"Avada Kedavra!!!!!!"

"Except your weapons!"

Of course, it wasn't Chu He who shot, but Professor McGonagall on the side.

The crimson beam of light instantly overwhelmed Avada's green beam of light in a furious gesture. Quirrell, whose magic power was not as powerful as McGonagall's, was instantly hit by a magic explosion and hit the wall.

"sleepy."

Professor McGonagall flicked his wand and filled a control spell, knocking Quirrell unconscious.

"Child, are you alright?"

McGonagall nervously looked back at Chu He, this is Hogwarts's treasure, if something happens to him... well, Chu He's face is calm, as if the death curse just now is no different from eating and drinking.

This makes McGonagall mistakenly think that Chu He still doesn't understand the power of the life-suppressing spell, but he doesn't understand, this kid shouldn't have anything to do with these evil spells, with his strong curiosity, in case it is used to improve the life-suppressing spell Curse is not good.

What McGonagall didn't know was that Chu He was too familiar with the life-suppressing spell, even more proficient in using it than Quirrell, and his life-suppressing spell had already been improved... The reason why he wasn't afraid, Just because he didn't have to dodge Quirrell's death-killing spell at all.

"It's alright, Professor McGonagall, your support is very reliable, I'm not injured at all."

Chu He replied with a smile. *