Hogwarts: This wizard wants to make progress too much

If this one is handled after hatching, it must have been frightened along the way. Coupled with the unfamiliar environment and unfamiliar people, it naturally doesn't want to eat.

In the black market, the value of baby fire dragons is not as high as fire dragon eggs. Of course, the highest value is adult fire dragons, almost every part of their body is a treasure.

"Did he also ask you about the three-headed dog?"

If he did, then it can be confirmed that Voldemort is back.

"How do you all know it's mine?"

Hagrid muttered in a low voice, then said to Ethan:

"Yes, that's right. Three-headed dogs are not common. It's normal for him to be interested. I had a little too much to drink at the time, so I told him that Fluffy loves to listen to music the most. As long as he listens to music, he will fall asleep quickly."

Ethan knew that Voldemort was back as soon as he heard this. Ethan was right; he would not give up the Philosopher's Stone.

"Chicken blood and tequila should be fed every half an hour. Also, Hagrid, I recommend you to read 《Dragon Breeding Guide》 and 《Breeding Dragons for Leisure and Profit》."

In the original book, Hagrid obtained a dragon egg and had enough time to learn how to raise a fire dragon. Now, he has obtained a baby fire dragon in a hurry, so he is naturally not prepared.

And these two books contain all the breeding skills of fire dragons. After reading them twice, you will basically master them. After all, it's not like spells that require understanding.

"Okay, I got it. I'll go to the library to borrow books later."

"Then I'll go first. I have classes later!"

Saying that, Ethan planned to retreat. The baby fire dragon had already opened its mouth, so there shouldn't be a big problem with Hagrid feeding it later.

"Wait, this is for you. It was about seven years ago. I was one step late. It was killed, and its horn was cut off. I finally collected it. I don't have any use for it, so I'll give it to you."

Hagrid handed Ethan a long horn with a silvery-white halo and spiral patterns.

It was a unicorn horn, and Ethan recognized it at a glance.

Relying on his animal affinity, Ethan had a good relationship with the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, so he could naturally approach them. However, facing this group of humane and beautiful horses, he never thought of taking action to get their horns.

It was nearly one meter long, and Ethan estimated the weight to be about 3.5 kilograms.

It's just that this thing is sold by the ounce, and one ounce is one hundred Galleons. This one is much more valuable than a dragon egg.

I have to say that he is worthy of being a hidden rich man in Hogwarts, and he is so generous.

[Thank you to the big boss Drunk Butterfly for the three rewards, thank you big boss! ].

Chapter 68: Quirrell Returns as King

A week after Hagrid obtained the fire dragon, Quirrell came to work at Hogwarts again.

When Ethan saw him in the auditorium, he almost didn't recognize him.

His skin was loose and sagging, with an unhealthy pallor. Even his waist was hunched over, as if he were an old man in his sixties. His left arm, along with part of his shoulder, was replaced with a silver metal arm. It was quite miserable.

In just one year, Quirrell had undergone three changes.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the smiles on the faces of the Gryffindor lions couldn't be suppressed at all. If the occasion wasn't right, they would have held a banquet to celebrate.

Originally, Snape was already going crazy. After Neville caused that incident, Gryffindor's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was even more difficult than Potions class. If you couldn't answer the questions, you would lose points and be ridiculed. If your practice was not up to standard, you would still lose points and be ridiculed.

It can be said that the little lions were belittled to nothing. Now, saying that they are like trolls is considered Snape's mercy.

This also caused Gryffindor's house points to always remain below fifty points and above zero.

Professor McGonagall didn't know what to say about this. After all, the little lions in her own house arranged the professor everywhere after doing something wrong, making Snape a laughing stock for a while. This matter was indeed overdone.

Although she punished the little wizards who spread rumors at that time, the rumors had already spread, and directly making Snape kneel down became the most popular topic in Hogwarts at that time.

Now that Snape's revenge has come, what can she do?

Anyway, it's not zero points, so let it be!

Professor McGonagall chose to give up!

"Today, we will learn how to resist the Dark Arts, but the premise of resisting the Dark Arts is that you must understand the Dark Arts."

Quirrell's gloomy and hoarse voice echoed in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Only then did the little wizards realize that Quirrell had not only changed greatly in appearance, but now he didn't even stutter when speaking, and there was no garlic smell on his body or in the classroom.

"Professor Quirrell, it seems that the Defense Against the Dark Arts is not the knowledge we should be learning now."

A little wizard stood up directly without raising his hand or getting Quirrell's consent.

Anyway, Quirrell's class is just like that. He is cowardly and reads from the textbook, and he won't deduct points. Naturally, no one will follow his rules, and everyone is used to being free.

Although the name of the first-year Hogwarts textbook is 《Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense》, the content inside is not about resisting the Dark Arts, but about how to prevent oneself from being harmed by magical creatures.

Accurately speaking, these are what are taught in the lower grades of Hogwarts. It is not until the third grade, after learning XXXXX Magical Creature Defense, that they begin to involve the defense against the Dark Arts.

Quirrell glanced at the little wizard and then motioned for him to sit down.

"I am very grateful to Professor Snape for teaching during this period. He taught well. I think you have mastered almost everything in the textbook, so now I will teach some extra knowledge."

Hearing Quirrell's explanation, the little wizards boiled over. Snape had left, and Quirrell was not going to slack off anymore, and he was going to teach the knowledge of the higher grades.

Was this because he felt the pressure from Professor Snape, which made Professor Quirrell start to work hard?

Only Ethan felt that something was wrong. It was really hard to say whether this person was Quirrell or not.

Perhaps at this moment, Voldemort was controlling his body. He had found a way to replenish his life force.

There was also a possibility that this was not Quirrell, but another idiot who had been fooled by Voldemort, disguised as Quirrell after taking Polyjuice Potion, and came to Hogwarts to continue plotting the Philosopher's Stone.

Seeing that he had mobilized the emotions in the classroom, Quirrell raised his voice slightly and said to the little wizards below:

"Quiet, everyone. When we talk about dark magic, the first thing that comes to mind is the three Unforgivable Curses. These are extremely evil and cruel, but also incredibly powerful dark spells. Although using them on someone will land you in Azkaban, dark wizards love to use them."

When Quirrell mentioned the Unforgivable Curses, the entire classroom fell silent. Most of the young wizards felt a sense of fear towards these three Unforgivable Curses.

After scanning the room, Quirrell spoke again:

"I wonder if any student can answer which the three Unforgivable Curses are and what their corresponding incantations are?"

"Is no one able to answer my question?"

As he spoke, Quirrell looked towards the Slytherin and Ravenclaw sections, with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Ethan could see that while Cassandra didn't seem frightened, she also didn't seem inclined to stand up and answer the question.

After all, the three Unforgivable Curses were practically taboo at Hogwarts.

Normal young wizards wouldn't casually talk about them.

Ethan admired Quirrell. How did he have the guts to talk about these at Hogwarts? Even if he wasn't directly teaching the Unforgivable Curses like Barty Crouch Jr. disguised as Moody in their fourth year, this would still increase Dumbledore's attention on him!

Trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone and still being so high-profile, he's really brave!

"Adrian, do you know?"

Soon, Quirrell walked up to Ethan, giving him an encouraging look.

So, this lesson was about this because he was targeting me. At first, I thought he was aiming for Harry.

What is this guy trying to do now?

"Adrian!"

Seeing that Ethan didn't react, Quirrell raised his voice.

"The Killing Curse, Avada Kedavra!"

"The Imperius Curse, Imperio!"

"The Cruciatus Curse, Crucio!"

"Absolutely correct, Adrian. Ten points to Ravenclaw!"

Hearing Ethan's answer, a smile finally appeared on Quirrell's pale, wrinkled face.

However, none of the students cheered. Even the Ravenclaw side was silent.

Ethan even saw a few young wizards looking at him with fear.

Voldemort, oh Voldemort, you've already been beaten up. Why can't you be more honest?

…

The lesson ended with explanations about the three Unforgivable Curses. Quirrell didn't explain the specific methods of using them, and most of the time was spent introducing their power. As for how to defend against the three Unforgivable Curses, Quirrell didn't mention it at all.

Ethan packed up his textbooks, preparing to leave with his roommates.

"Ethan, you shouldn't say those spells in public places in the future. And Professor Quirrell, why did he have to call on you to answer that question, knowing that those spells…"

Hermione trotted up to Ethan, constantly complaining about Quirrell.

She was deeply afraid that one day, she would have to visit Ethan in Azkaban.

Cassandra, who was passing by, gave a mysterious smile, feeling that she surpassed this silly lion by far.

Ethan could cast Fiendfyre, a dark magic of extremely high difficulty, so well. You're saying he wouldn't know the simpler, more common Unforgivable Curses?

Only this silly lion knows nothing!

"I just recited a spell; I didn't use it. What's the big deal? Many people know this; it's just that they…"

Just as Ethan was complaining about these young wizards, Quirrell's voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting their conversation.

"Adrian, come to my office. I have something to say to you!"

Ethan frowned. What exactly was Quirrell thinking? Instead of trying to get the Philosopher's Stone quickly, why was he looking for him here, and also in class?

Shouldn't your target be the savior, Harry?

After saying goodbye to his roommates, Ethan followed Quirrell, wanting to see what tricks he was up to.

After arriving at Quirrell's office, Ethan cut straight to the chase.

"Professor Quirrell, I don't know why you called me here?"

"I wanted to ask how you were doing with the notebook I gave you last semester. You can ask the teacher if there's anything you don't understand."

Quirrell put on the image of a good teacher who cared about his students, but his face, which had forcibly overdrawn his vitality, looked nothing like a kind teacher.

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell, for the notebook. It's been very helpful to me. I've learned all the magic recorded in it."

"Adrian, you have a talent for dark magic!"

Quirrell exclaimed. Through Voldemort, he knew that there were two relatively profound spells in the notebook, intended for Ethan to not understand and ask him about. But he figured it out on his own.

The notebook had three purposes.

First, to slowly lead Ethan into the abyss of dark magic.

Second, to deepen his connection with Ethan, especially when Ethan came to ask him for advice. Frequent contact would lead to familiarity, but the plan failed.

Third, to test Ethan. Hogwarts doesn't encourage the study of dark magic. Of course, if you know it, it doesn't violate the rules. If Ethan handed the notebook over to Dumbledore or Flitwick, it would indicate that Ethan was difficult to win over.

But even if he handed it over to Dumbledore, it wouldn't matter. He could just say he took the wrong notebook.

The fact that Ethan didn't hand over the notebook meant that he passed the test and was someone who could be won over.

Combined with Ethan's talent, he should come to the Death Eaters and become his right-hand man.

"Professor, you flatter me. It's just that I'm willing to spend more time on it; it's not much of a talent."

Ethan waved his hand modestly.

"Then, would you like to learn about true dark magic?"

As he spoke, Quirrell took out his wand and pointed it at a spider in the corner.

"For example, the three Unforgivable Curses, Avada Kedavra!"

A dim green light spurted out from the tip of the wand, hitting the target in the blink of an eye.

The spider's body was dyed green and then silently fell to the ground.

"Want to learn? I can teach you!"

Quirrell's bewitching voice rang in Ethan's ears.

"Professor Quirrell, how can you use an Unforgivable Curse at Hogwarts?"

Ethan took two steps back, pretending to look surprised at Quirrell.

How should I put it?

This Avada Kedavra was cast really mediocrely. I guess it's not Voldemort himself controlling it.