HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

It turned out that Harry's nightmare had just begun.

The taunting before class was just the beginning.

After introducing the characteristics and weaknesses of ghouls and asking the students to memorize the spell of the exorcism curse, Snape went out and brought in the teaching aids he had prepared - two ghouls.

Although the name sounds scary, the ghoul's threat level is not high, only level 2X, and it sits at the same table with Bowtruckle and Pu Rongrong.

This creature is short in stature, has slimy black-green skin, exposed fangs, and sparse hair on its head.

They live in dark, damp places, such as sewer pipes or attics, and feed on spiders and moths.

Wizarding families did not kill all the ghouls, and even kept them for fun, treating the ghouls' cries as songs.

Creatures of this level can be easily dealt with by using physical or magical means.

"Potter, come up and demonstrate it to everyone?" Snape 'invited' Harry to come up.

Harry wasn't nervous at all, he felt he could handle this little thing.

However, Harry forgot that Snape's main job was Potions professor and a master of potions.

He found these two zombies overnight and fed them some strength-building potions. Now they are full of energy and have nowhere to vent.

After Snape lifted the petrification spell, the two ghouls rushed towards Harry with red eyes and kicked him in circles, directly kicking Harry stupidly.

Is this still the little thing described in the book? Didn't they say they can't attack but can only hide?

He didn't even have the chance to cast the spell.

"Tsk, it seems that our savior is not good at dealing with simple magical creatures. Never mind, I will teach you strength in the next class. The corners of Snape's mouth were harder to suppress than AK.

Malfoy was so happy that he wished Snape could master the art of cloning and expel all other professors from the school. All of them would be Snape, so that he could watch Potter suffer misfortune every day.

That's not all, Harry was beaten up and the next victim Ronald appeared.

Even though Harry is stronger than Ronald in the later period, Ronald is still stronger now. After all, he was born in a pure-blood family and was influenced by his family, so he should know a few spells.

Especially when dealing with zombies, there were zombies living in the attic of his house, and when Ronald was bullied by his other brothers, he would take it out on the zombies.

Ronald used the banishing spell right away.

Good news, the spell worked.

Bad news, it's not very powerful.

One of the ghouls rolled backwards twice and stood up as if nothing had happened. Ronald cast the spell again, but this time it missed the target. He became panicked when he saw the two grinning ghouls approaching him, and his wand was snatched away, causing him to repeat Harry's mistake.

The class was filled with laughter again, even many Gryffindor students laughed, because Ronald looked too miserable, with messy hair and his coat pulled off, and the whole class could see his red underwear.

The girls were disgusted and laughed at him.

Harry actually wanted to laugh, but Ronald was his good friend, so he forced himself to keep a straight face and not laugh.

Snape felt a lot better about himself and took back one of the ghouls, leaving only one for the students to practice with.

At the end of the get out of class, everyone got a chance - except Tom. Snape disliked Tom for not using enough force. What if he broke his teaching aids? What would he use for the next class?

Don't think that only first graders can use magical creatures as simple as ghouls. According to Quirrell's progress, this thing is applicable to all students below third grade, including third grade.

After tying Harry and Ronald, Snape was deducted five points and left in high spirits.

Except for the two victims, everyone else thought the class was surprisingly good.

It wasn't just this class; every class that had Snape substitute teaching had the same feeling.

Although Snape is foul-mouthed and has greasy hair, he really teaches. Everyone has the opportunity to fight. The sense of accomplishment gained from defeating magical creatures is not something you can get from reading a text.

No wonder Snape applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position every year.

For a moment, everyone didn't want Quirrell to come back, just to prove that Snape would be a good substitute teacher.

Many people also think that Quirrell will never come back.

It is possible that you would be hit on the back of the head by a high-speed flying Quaffle and die instantly.

There were enough ways for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to leave his job, so this one wasn't surprising, and the professors were used to it.

Even if the person is gone, maybe I can still get a second seat.

When everyone was in high spirits at the banquet, Quirrell returned from the dead two weeks later, much to the disappointment of Master Liu and his colleagues.

He looked like he was fine, but his face was pale, as if he had a serious illness.

The students were not happy about Quirrell's recovery, and Snape was not happy either.

He finally got to enjoy the pleasure of being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but it was taken away from him after less than half a month?

Only one person was happy.

Tom stopped Quirrell after his first class after his return.

"Mr. Riddle, what's the matter?" Quirrell's voice was very light and sounded a little weak.

"I have some questions to ask you." Tom smiled politely. "It's not convenient here. How about we go to your office?"

Quirrell was stunned. He didn't expect Tom to make such a request.

But he nodded anyway, Tom gave Daphne a look and followed.

The two came to the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. This was Tom's first time here, and the system gave him an achievement point prompt.

Not ten o'clock, but twenty o'clock.

This was not only Tom's first time, but also the first time that any student in the entire school had come to Quirrell's office.

After entering, Tom observed the room.

The office is furnished in a standard manner, with a large desk and several rows of bookshelves.

The only personal touches are the various odd decorations and souvenirs hanging on the walls and a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror by the window.

Quirrell's character is a wizard who likes to travel to various primitive tribes, so it's not surprising that he has these strange and weird things.

"Mr. Riddle, are you ready to speak now?"

Back in the office, Quirrell seemed to have more confidence, his tone was not as cowardly as outside, and he became much calmer.

Tom wasn't afraid of Quirrell taking action against him.

If it was just Quirrell's own strength, he would definitely not be able to do anything to him. "Even if Voldemort took action, there would be no pressure.

You are the Jinchūriki, but I am not?

Andros burst out with all his strength, and now Tom is just a weakened version of the King of the Century for one minute.

That's right, the duration of the physical practice has now exceeded ten minutes, but Tom is still too young. Compared with ordinary wizards, his magic power is a lot, but it is only enough for Andros to use for about one minute.

Don't underestimate this minute. At least Andros is confident that he can demolish half of Hogwarts.

This is the reason why Tom dared to follow Quirrell to the office alone.

"professor."

Tom moved a chair and sat opposite Quirrell. "How is the back of your head now?"

Quirrell had murderous intent in his heart, but a touching expression appeared on his face: "Thank you very much for your concern, Mr. Riddle. I am fine now, just some minor injuries.

"Then I'm relieved." Tom was also very happy. "I sincerely hope you can continue to work until the end of this school year."

Quirrell was stunned.

What's the meaning?

"Mr. Riddle, what exactly do you want to say?" Quirrell asked again when there was no response.

"It's like this." Tom said shyly: "I saw you casting a spell on Harry's broomstick during the match that day. You wanted to make him fall to his death, right?"

Quirrell's expression remained unchanged, but a murderous look flashed across his eyes.

"Why don't I understand what you're saying?"

Quirrell smiled and said, "Although my abilities are mediocre, I am still your professor. How could I possibly lay hands on my students? But now that you've reminded me, I remember."

His expression suddenly became a little panicked. "Professor Snape kept muttering something, but I couldn't hear it clearly because we were too far away. Could it be... I heard that he has always looked down on Mr. Potter?"

"It's okay, Professor." Tom smiled even more happily: "Someone is already suspecting Professor Snape. I am responsible for suspecting you. Other people's affairs have nothing to do with me."

What the f**k and what, do the doubters have to have a clear division of labor?

However, Tom's next words almost made Quirrell lose control of his murderous intent, and he wanted to kill him right there.

"During the Halloween dinner, I smelled a foul odor from you. Well, it wasn't your usual odor, it was very similar to the smell of a troll.

"Professor, you didn't release that giant monster, did you?"

Tom seemed to be completely absorbed in reasoning, not noticing the cold light in Quirrell's eyes. He pushed up his nonexistent glasses and continued, "But what is your purpose in doing this?"

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"It was not until I saw Professor Snape's leg injured that I realized that your target was the corridor on the fourth floor. No, to be more precise, it was the thing hidden by Dumbledore inside.

"On July 30th, Dumbledore took me to Diagon Alley to buy things for the start of school. He took something from Gringotts that day, and the next day, Gringotts was invaded. The warehouse that was robbed happened to be the one used by Dumbledore."

"Professor, could that person be you?"

The smile on Quirrell's face disappeared completely.

"Riddle, do you know that slandering a professor is a serious violation of school rules?"

"You are telling a story here without any evidence. Even if you tell Dumbledore or Snape, they won't believe you.

"Really? I don't believe it. I'll go ask the principal right now."

Tom was possessed by Luyu and pretended to stand up and go to the principal's office.

"Wait a minute, Riddle!" Quirrell called him and sighed: "Things are not what you think."

"You admit it? Then I should tell the principal that you are the murderer!"

"Tom, I know a lot about you." Quirrell suddenly changed his tone, and his voice became very gentle and friendly.

"Just listen to me first. If you still want to tell Dumbledore then, I won't stop you."

Tom nodded and listened attentively.

"You are an orphan, and you have lived in a student home that is like an orphanage since childhood."

Quirrell said with emotion: "In fact, my experience is very similar to yours.

My parents divorced when I was very young.

No one was willing to continue to take care of me.

They only gave me a pitiful amount of support every year and let me live alone.

What's the difference between this and being an orphan?"

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"I know how hard life is, but do you know what the treasure Dumbledore hid on the fourth floor is?"

"It?"

Tom cooperated well and said: "What is that?"

"It's the Philosopher's Stone!" Quirrell said enthusiastically, "A treasure that can be used to make an elixir of life and turn stones into gold!"

Wow!" Tom exclaimed.

"Tom, you used your wisdom and clues to detect the abnormality. I really admire you. You are much better than me, but I have lived so many years longer than you.

Has advantages that you don't have.

"Thank you," Tom said modestly.

Quirrell said sincerely: "Let's cooperate. As long as you get the Philosopher's Stone, I will give you a lot of gold. You will never have to go back to the orphanage again. You can buy yourself a luxurious house.

My son, live a worry-free life, and we can share the elixir made from the Philosopher's Stone in the future."

"Snape is our rival. He was the one who wanted to kill Potter that day. I was saving Potter and casting spells to counter Snape's dark magic."

"Think about Snape's character. If he got the Philosopher's Stone, would he share it with you? He wouldn't. He might even kill you to silence you."

"Tell Dumbledore?"

"Let's not talk about whether he will take it seriously. Even if he believes you, I have a way to escape from Hogwarts. I dare not do anything to you here. I will definitely take revenge on you after I get out.

, but can you hide in Hogwarts forever?"

"And what can Dumbledore give you?"

"Is it just a meaningless compliment, or a symbolic bonus to you?"

"These are nothing compared to immortality and endless wealth."

Quirrell's words were convincing and well-reasoned. If it were another inexperienced student, he might have been tempted.

Tom was also very excited, his eyes full of desire for money.

"Professor, is everything you said true?"

"Of course it's true.

"You said the English don't cheat the English."

"The British don't cheat the British." Quirrell felt there was hope, and immediately followed up with a guarantee, sneering in his heart.

Who the hell is British like you? I am Welsh!

"Okay then." Tom agreed happily, but immediately looked wary.

"But Professor, I still can't trust you. You have to show some sincerity."

Quirrell frowned, "What sincerity? Do you need money?"

Tom waved his hand, perfectly portraying the image of an orphan who was afraid of poverty. "Of course I want the money."

"But I also have to lead Slytherin to win the house cup and win the recognition of those pure-bloods, so that I can have an easier time in the house."

He stated his ultimate goal: "So, Professor, you shouldn't be stingy and give me some useless points, right?"