Hogwarts: A Thousand Layers of Fluorescence at the Beginning

Chapter 94: Voldemort: Rebel against Tiangang, Lucius’s son dares to lecture me.

For various reasons, Quirrell missed school for a day.

Before lunch, Pansy and Hermione specially pulled White to the corner, took some bananas they broke from nowhere, and kept slapping White on him.

“White, Professor Quirrell didn’t do anything to you that day.”

White naturally knew the rumors spread by Peeves. Although Quirrell had not only attacked him, but also violently used the death curse, White still shook his head.

“White, you can’t be like Professor Quirrell.”

Hermione said cautiously, fearing that someone around her would hear her.

She stood on tiptoes and said in White’s ear:”You must not do that, otherwise, I won’t be able to accept you.”

After saying that, he blushed and ran away.

White couldn’t hold back his laughter. When he turned around, he found that there was another person beside him.

“Why don’t you say something?”

White looked at Pansy

“Lord White, I don’t want to be like some little witch who doesn’t know anything.”

Pansy suddenly stood in front of White, pressing closely against White, with one hand around White’s waist.

“Don’t forget, Mr. White, I have helped you clean several times.”

“Roar.”

White’s face turned red, Pansy grabbed White’s handle. White quickly pushed away

“Crazy, there are so many people here.”

Pansy smiled even more wildly than White, which attracted many people’s attention. But when they saw White and Pansy, many people turned their heads silently and pretended they didn’t see anything…….

Even if Quirrell was unwilling ten million times, time would not stop for him. When Quirrell sighed for the last time, he had already seen many first-year wizards leaving the Hogwarts castle. out.

Quirrell knew he had to act.

He sneaked out of the office and was dodged by three little wizards screaming on the way to the Quidditch pitch.

When he arrived at the Quidditch pitch, White was with Moody, and not far away was Filch, who was about to train the Slytherin Quidditch team.

Moody looked at Quirrell with a somewhat wary expression. In addition to the fact that he had learned from Dumbledore that the mysterious man behind Quirrell was the mysterious man behind him, there were also some things that were not enough for outsiders to be wary of.

“white.”

Qiluo said with some embarrassment.

“There you are, Professor Quirrell.”

White looked at Quirrell with a sad face. He had no choice. Who knew that the fine tradition of evil heroes had been passed down to Peeves’s mind. If he had to find a close sister for Quirrell, White thought about it. It’s just Dumbledore, but White doesn’t know whether Dumbledore is willing.

“I’m glad you can join me, Quirrell.······”

White forgot about tonight’s improvement class theme for a moment and turned to look at Moody

“Charms class.”

Moody reminded rather speechlessly.

“Yes, I am very happy that Professor Quirrell can participate in the spell improvement class I organized today.”

“Although you may be a professor outside, now······”

White pointed at Draco who turned around not far away.

“But now you’re in Draco’s interest group”

“Draco.”

White made a move with his hand, and Draco ran towards White.

“Bring back your study group members.”

Draco frowned and looked at Quirrell with disgust.

“Mr. White, this is not appropriate.”

White didn’t speak and looked at Quirrell.

Quirrell nodded quickly: appropriate, appropriate

“Take it over there, Professor Quirrell, no, classmate Quirrell.”

White waved his hand and sent Quirrell away.

Draco tried hard not to let Quirrell get too close to him. After all, the story of Peeves······

Quite disgusting

“Stand still!”

Draco looked at Quirrell fiercely.

This professor, who doesn’t teach useful knowledge all day long, is worse than Assistant Moody who looks more like a Death Eater than a Death Eater. He also forces everyone to listen to strange things all day long. It smells like garlic.

Everyone has been dissatisfied with him for a long time.

Now this guy fell into Draco’s hands.

Draco walked towards Quirrell with a sneer on his face.

“May I have your name!”

“Draco Malfoy, this isn’t funny, I’m Professor Quirrell”

“What’s your name? There are no professors in the interest group. Why do you still want to join the interest group when your voice is small?”

Quirrell looked at Draco angrily.

He didn’t want to come to participate either, but…………Quirrell glanced at White, who was standing in the middle of the court.

“May I have your name!”

“Quirinus Quirrell. Quirrell closed his eyes, feeling that all his dignity over the years had been thrown away.

“It’s not loud enough for me to hear!”

“I am Quirinus Quirrell, a Ravenclaw graduate. Quirrell shouted at the top of his lungs, tears of humiliation falling continuously.

When the young wizards around him saw it, they stopped training and looked at Quirrell.

“Very good, very energetic!”

Draco nodded after saying this, while Quirrell secretly cursed himself for his stupidity. Why did he listen to Voldemort in the first place? If he didn’t choose to agree and just pulled out the wand.…………

“Quirrell!”

Voldemort’s voice came to Quirrell’s mind again.

Why haven’t you gone to sleep yet?

Quirrell seemed to have known what would happen next and sighed as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

“I just don’t dare to go to sleep because I’m worried about you, an idiot, causing trouble!”

“How dare you question me!”

Voldemort cast the spell again, and the familiar feeling roamed Quirrell’s body again.

Quirrell collapsed directly to the ground, twitching continuously.

Draco was so frightened that Draco jumped back to avoid Quirrell’s fall.

Quirrell was all over again. An ugly appearance in front of people

“Draco Malfoy?”

Voldemort stopped the curse and saw a head of iconic white hair through Quirrell’s sight.

He said something to make Quirrell feel a little better or

“apology”

“Finish what I told you as soon as possible, and I will give you my promise. Not to mention Draco Malfoy, even Lucius Malfoy will have to deal with what happened today.”

“On the contrary, it’s Tiangang. When I was training Lucius, I never yelled like this, but Lucius’s son did it instead.”

Voldemort thought to himself.

Quirrell nodded with great emotion.

“are you sick?”

Harry stretched out his hand to help Quirrell, but Seamus and Neville had already pulled Quirrell up one step ahead.

“It’s fine.”

Quirrell shook his hand and looked at Malfoy secretly, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

“What are you watching? Later you will practice spells with Harry Potter.”