The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

At this time, Professor Quirrell's office looked like a large slaughterhouse.

Blood and pieces of flesh splattered everywhere, dyeing everything around the desk red and black.

Obviously, Lord Dark Lord is too lazy to release a cleanup on this result.

Professor Quirrell lay on his stomach in the blood, gasping for breath, as if he was about to die. He struggled to get up, and finally stumbled into the pool of blood.

The pitch-black eye socket of a mouse skull was facing him.

"Merlin's beard!"

Quirrell took a step back with his hands and feet in fear, but only felt that his hands and feet were soaked in the mud of blood and minced flesh.

In the end, he stumbled up from the ground, struggled and walked to the shelf beside the wall, pulled open the wooden door at the bottom, and pulled out a huge glass jar from inside.

Narrow bottle mouth, slender neck, huge bottle belly.

In the engraved frosted translucent bottle, you could vaguely see some dark red thick liquid that looked like blood, and there were weird bubbles, as if it was boiling.

Panting, she gritted her teeth and pulled the stopper away, grumbling.

It wasn't long before Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief.

Carefully put the bottle back in the cabinet.

He took out his wand again and released several cleanings at the office that looked like a slaughterhouse.

He staggered back to the back of the office, and instantly collapsed on the big armchair, "I don't understand!"

Quirrell murmured, his voice getting louder, "I don't understand, Master, I really don't understand, I've worked so hard to restore your strength, but you're wasting it on manipulating my body, even just for the sake of to teach a child?"

Do you know how difficult it is for him?

Every sip of the magical potion made from the magical animal blood in the glass bottle is his savings!

The savings of most of my life!

Earned every penny!

Not for a great cause, not for any conspiracy, but for playing teaching games?

I gave everything for you! Life! life! Save up! Everything!

Just to let you play?

Quirrell especially regretted going to Albania to find the Dark Lord. He got nothing, no glory, no rights, nothing!

He even felt that the so-called Dark Lord's low had exploded, like a third-rate villain in a fairy tale!

Quirrell began to wonder if he was making the right investment.

Of course, he was shaken, bewitched, and even enslaved all the time.

He has no way to stop.

But his savings really can't hold it anymore. If this goes on, he can only go to the dangerous forbidden forest next to Hogwarts Castle to find magical animals to drink blood!

A sharp voice came from the hat, "You don't understand, you don't understand!"

Oh, when Quirrell really didn't understand, when he was teaching Muggle studies, he didn't hear that the Dark Lord cursed the class because he couldn't be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He obviously just needed to go back to Hogwarts, to his position teaching Muggle studies.

Dumbledore appreciated him so much that he would have to give him a professor.

The future was bright!

But Voldemort's attitude was very firm. He wanted to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. After hesitating for a long time, he finally agreed to the Dark Lord's request.

After all, it's the curse of the owner, so it shouldn't affect you... right?

But!

But he finally tried every means to help the master recover his strength, but he wasted all of it, just to get rid of the professor's addiction?

No one knows how tearing his soul is when the Dark Lord uses his body!

No one knows that the Dark Lord just lives in his body, and his mind has gradually become dull!

No, the Dark Lord doesn't care at all, he only cares about his **** Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

Quirrell let out a weird laugh, and it was hard to articulate the complicated emotions inside.

"Dumbledore asked us to guard the secret room where the Philosopher's Stone is stored, and I have found a troll."

"Halloween, I will release it on Halloween and let it create a riot. Dumbledore will definitely give priority to the safety of the students, and then I will get the Philosopher's Stone!"

"As long as I get the Philosopher's Stone, I can resurrect the master, and everything will be different."

"Very well," said the sharp voice, "I will not forget your dedication to me, Quirinus Quirrell."

"That kid, Anthony, I can see that he is very grateful to me. You can call him when necessary. He will be very useful."

Quirrell finally couldn't hold it any longer and let out a low growl, "I really don't understand! Why do you want this Anthony, what's the use of him!"

"Chat~" A sharp laughter echoed behind his ears.

"That's a delicious delicacy."

"If you succeed at Halloween, I will concoct this deliciousness myself. But if you are stupid like you fail, yes, your stupidity makes me really hopeless, and I need someone to help me process it."

Quirrell clenched his fists hard, the Dark Lord's words were full of humiliation, he clearly gave everything for his master! "What needs to be done, I'll do it! I'll do it!"

"Ha~" A faint smile full of contempt.

Quirrell suddenly let out a mournful low roar, and his body slumped on the chair suddenly stiffened and kept shaking.

"Obey, Quirrell, I just need you to do this..."

The office was plunged into darkness.

Boundless.

…

…

No matter what people experience, the sun will always rise the next day.

The rays of the sun are shining, piercing the sky.

After eating a large breakfast, Anton felt that today was another day full of energy.

Aunt Ilsa, yes, the nosy wife Lupin found.

She asked Anton to write a letter to Uncle Lupin every month. There was no requirement for the content. She said that a little wizard would definitely have many troubles growing up. She asked him to tell his parents and let Lupin solve it for him.

Now Anton is really a little troubled, he wrote a letter to Lupin.

It probably means: I have a teacher who taught me everything and is very good to me, but he is a bad guy, what should I do?

He was having breakfast that day, and Lupin's owl finally came flying.

Lupin expressed his doubts and wrote a question, "Didn't you already kill him?"

Then he also wrote a lot of good things about his new friend, the old wizard, to make Anton understand the emotions of the dead man.

Let them not fight like they do at home at Hogwarts.

God is so considerate.

Anton rolled his eyes, wrote a reply, and asked the owl to send it back.

——Not the previous one, but now I have met another one!

Sigh.

For Mao, his road to study was always so bumpy and bumpy.

why?

I am so difficult!

It's so hard~~~