Chapter 65: The Lion Seeking Death, A Major System Event, The Confrontation Between The Black And Wh

Chapter 65: The Lion Seeking Death, A Major System Event, The Confrontation Between The Black And Wh

In the dead of night, the two roommates had too much energy and kept discussing until very late.

How can I get Snape to take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

After thinking about seven or eight ways, I was able to sleep contentedly.

Only then did Wayne have time to check the reminder that had been ringing in his mind for the whole day.

After the little badgers handed over the letter, several prompts appeared on the system panel.

[It has been detected that the host is showing its edge, allowing Hogwarts to feel the joy of chaos. The event is being opened.

[Ding! The setting of the large-scale event 'The Power of the Badger Yard' has been completed. The final reward will be comprehensively assessed based on the event's influence and event results. 】

[Ding! The chain mission ‘Evil Professor’ is opened, and rewards will be assessed based on Quirrell’s miserableness. 】

[Note: 'The Power of Badger Yard' is the first major event that appears after the system upgrade. The final reward is ten times the critical hit. Please continue to work hard and add luster to the boring world. 】

Wayne has also experienced the so-called big events in the system. Most of his previous points were earned through such big events.

Not only are the points rewards generous, but there are also final event rewards.

Especially this time, the system generously gave ten times the critical hit, and the reward was definitely very impressive.

Unfortunately, Wayne knew that Quirrell would most likely not leave Hogwarts, which would reduce the reward.

Those who are content will always be happy.

Thoughts of regret flashed through Wayne's mind and disappeared quickly.

He has already made a lot of money with ten times the critical hit.

The second mission was the same as the one given away for free, but in terms of the level of misery, Wayne still had to work hard.

I looked at the points on the panel.

Things have not yet settled, and the event rewards have not yet been generated, but in just one day, the points have soared by more than 2,000.

And it is foreseeable that the impact is still continuing, and there will be another wave tomorrow.

Wayne kept the points for the time being and waited until everything was settled before spending them.

***

Indeed, as Wayne expected, the impact of the incident is still unfolding.

His operation was like turning on some strange switch.

In the morning, the Gryffindor seat was almost empty, and Quirrell did not appear in the Great Hall.

It is said that he took a sick leave.

Snape led two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in high spirits in the morning, and was invited to the principal's office at noon, along with Professor McGonagall.

Half an hour later, the two of them came out with ugly expressions.

Professor McGonagall took a small bottle of potion from the pocket of his robe and poured it into his mouth.

"Professor Snape, do you need it?"

"This is what Pomfrey prepared for me. I drink some when I feel my heart and heartbeat are racing.

"Thanks, no need." Snape decisively refused and said quietly: "If you can control those daring idiots, it will be more effective than any potion."

After saying that, Snape went away minding his own business.

Professor McGonagall gritted his teeth in anger, but it was not because of Snape, but because of those... idiots in his family.

They actually reported Snape, not just two little wizards.

But almost the entire college!

Seeing those letters from Dumbledore to him, McGonagall wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into them.

Can Snape and Quirrell be the same?

Not to mention that the other party is the youngest dean in the history of Slytherin, and has very good relations with many pure-blood families.

Based on his own potions skills alone, after expelling Snape, can Hogwarts hire another potions professor who can compete with him?

This is completely different from Quirrell's professor who has no real materials and can only write books.

Because of these reasons, even if they knew that the other party was partial to their own college, all the professors did not take it seriously.

So when the little lions reported him, they really hit the wall.

There were not many points, but 66 points were directly deducted by the extremely vengeful Snape.

Why are there parts and wholes?

Because Gryffindor only had so many points, he deliberately left five points to give Professor McGonagall face.

Well, there's Potter's Potions class the day after tomorrow, so I guess I can't keep my five points.

Seeing the almost empty score board, the little lions also wanted to cry without tears.

"dare you laugh!"

Hermione pinched Wayne angrily. In her opinion, Wayne was just gloating about his misfortune.

If it hadn't been for his bad start, Yin's family wouldn't have written the same letter of report.

This guy is simply cheating people to death.

"Hey, hey, don't do it." Wayne avoided his delicate and smooth hands. No matter how beautiful his hands were, it still hurt when he pinched someone.

"I'm just happy for you."

"It's all over anyway. If you don't have desires, you'll be strong. Now even if Snape wants to target you, there's nothing he can do about it, right?"

Wayne was telling nonsense, but he didn't expect that someone actually believed him.

The Weasley twins' eyes lit up, and they laughed weirdly after looking at each other.

"Looks like we're free, George."

"Ah, now you can show off your skills, Fred."

Hermione was dumbfounded.

What kind of college did I get assigned to?

No matter what you do, you will be the first to get into trouble!

On the fourth floor, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Under the shroud of the soundproof barrier, Quirrell trembled on the ground, letting out shrill screams and moans.

"Master, Xia Miqi."

"Please forgive me this time. I also followed your arrangements and deliberately hid my clumsiness!"

"Who would have thought that Lawrence was so bold and dared to drag so many people to report me!"

At this time, Quirrell hated Wayne very much.

If it hadn't been for him, he wouldn't have been punished by the Dark Lord, and he wouldn't be like now, like a rat crossing the street, not daring to go anywhere, and could only stay in the office to hide from the limelight.

"You mean you blame me?" Voldemort's murderous voice came from Quirrell's mind.

"No, Master." Quirrell quickly excused himself:

"It's all Lawrence's fault! That damn mudblood, he ruined your plan!"

"I only saw your incompetence." Voldemort's face was ferocious, and Quirrell felt the pain all over his body and screamed again.

The pain lasted for a long time before it stopped, and sweat had soaked his clothes.

"I don't care what method you use, get me dragon's blood, mandrake juice, and the venom of the Winged Demon quickly."

"You, what do you want to do?"

"Hmph, Dumbledore will definitely talk to you, and I have to hide deeper to avoid his detection.

Voldemort would never allow himself to leave Hogwarts, he had to get the Philosopher's Stone.

After receiving the order, Quirrell did not dare to delay and left the school through the fireplace in the office.

After spending all his savings and robbing several dark wizards in Knockturn Alley, he barely scraped together enough money to buy all the materials Voldemort needed.

After a night, Quirrell returned to Hogwarts.

Not long after, there was a knock on his office door, and Snape's voice came in:

"Quirrell, I know you're in there and Dumbledore wants to see you."

Standing at the door, Snape had a playful expression on his face. He wanted to see how Quirrell would get through this.

Will the fox tail be exposed?

Two minutes later, the office door was pushed open, and Quirrell walked out with a calm expression.

"Let's go, Professor Snape."

Seeing his state, Snape frowned slightly: "Didn't you say you had a cold?"

"Thank you for your concern, but I bought some medicine yesterday and I'm much better now."

Snape looked at him pitifully: "If you need potions in the future, just come to me. It's free."

"No need, I can handle it myself." Quirrell cursed inwardly.

If I ask you to get some medicine, who knows if there are any strange things added to it, such as truth serum.

Since the beginning of school, Snape has been monitoring his actions overtly or covertly, and he hasn't even found out the specific situation on the fourth floor yet.

Therefore, I don't know how many times I was scolded by Voldemort.

Quirrell also hated Snape, second only to Wayne.

The two came to the eighth floor, took the people there, and Snape left.

The gargoyle stone beast received instructions in advance and opened the passage directly without a password.

Forced to calm down, Quirrell clenched his fists and walked in.

"Quirinus, glad to see your cold is gone."

Dumbledore was still as approachable as ever, but Quirrell was already on alert.

This was his first personal contact with Dumbledore after successfully applying for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

To be honest, he was a little panicked.

What if Dumbledore suddenly explodes and takes him down directly.

Even Voldemort's Jinchuuriki, in his master's current state, is no match for this white-bearded old man.

"Took the medicine twice and I feel much better, Professor."

Quirrell replied softly, deliberately not looking into those bright eyes.

Dumbledore nodded: "Then I'm relieved."

"You must have heard about what happened recently, right?"

"I know everything." Quirrell responded according to the method taught by Voldemort: "The curse of ghouls and vampires is constantly eroding my brain. Sometimes my reaction is slower.

"I'm sorry for the impact this has had on students."

"Then what are you going to do?" Dumbledore followed Quirrell's words and said:

"The curse of dark creatures is indeed very difficult to deal with, and even I need to deal with it carefully.

"I sympathize with your situation, but the students' Defense Against the Dark Arts cannot be delayed..."

"Quirinus, my suggestion is that you go back and recuperate for a while."

Dumbledore filled a cup of hot tea for Quirrell: "Other professors can take turns teaching, and it will last for a while, and it won't be too late to come back when you have fully recovered.

0...Please give me flowers...

Quirrell, of course, heard the implication.

If it's still like this, you don't need to take classes anymore.

Cursing Wayne again in his heart, Quirrell forced out a smile: "Professor, I think it's better not to use it, I am safe inside Hogwarts.

"You know, I've been avoiding those guys."

"As for the issue of classes, please don't worry. I will definitely do my best to help the students."

"oh?"

Dumbledore's expression suddenly became much more serious, and he looked at Quirrell: "Are you sure?"

"If there are any more complaints, I'm afraid your departure will not be too dignified."

"I'm sure." Quirrell calmed down: "But I still need some help suppressing the curse."

Dumbledore was noncommittal: "What do you want, Snape's potion?"

"No, I need the tears of Phoenix."

Silence fell in the office, and neither of them spoke anymore. Only Fox shouted twice in dissatisfaction.

Quirrell was sweating in his heart.

What he said was all taught by Voldemort.

In order to ensure that he could stay at Hogwarts, Voldemort had already fought hard.

Isn't it Defense Against the Dark Arts?

I teach it myself!

When he failed to apply for this position, Voldemort has always been resentful about it, and even more so, he hated Dumbledore.

Now it can be regarded as a different way to realize the dream.

Using the curse as an excuse to let Quirrell's contrast between before and after dispel Dumbledore's suspicion, the only problem was energy consumption.

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Although he could control Quirrell's body movements, he couldn't do it for long.

Voldemort plans to trick Dumbledore into using Phoenix Tears first to respond to the emergency, and then go to the Forbidden Forest to find unicorns and use their blood to restore his strength.

Compared with white magic, black magic works faster and is more in line with Voldemort's appetite.

In order to completely hide himself, Voldemort had completely fallen into a deep sleep before coming here.

Now Quirrell is extremely nervous, wondering whether Dumbledore will agree to this condition.

"Well, for the sake of your body, I have no choice but to give in to Fox."

Dumbledore finally spoke, then walked to the phoenix and stroked its feathers.

Although Fox was dissatisfied, he still squeezed out a small bottle of tears.

Then he angrily pointed his butt at Lao Deng and flew out of the window to play with Wang.

It is foreseeable that Fox will not give his master a good look recently.

Quirrell, who was in tears, left happily and promised that after one more day of rest, normal classes would begin.

Not long after, Snape came again.

"What did you see?"

"Many and very few." Dumbledore turned into the Riddler:

"Quirrell asked for a bottle of Phoenix Tears, or rather, this was what Tom asked for.

Snape's expression changed, and his body twisted unnaturally.

"Then you gave it to him?"

"I gave it." A wise light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, "If I didn't give it, he would definitely take more drastic methods to achieve his goal.

"Instead of asking Quirrell to do something we don't know about, let me help him."

"At least we still have the situation under control."

"Can't you just arrest the person?" Snape clasped his hands irritably: "If you give me a bottle of truth serum, I guarantee he will tell you anything."

"The results are as important as the process, Severus."

Dumbledore swept away the tea that Quirrell had left untouched.

"You can't completely kill Tom [even capturing Quirrell would just make him hide again.

"I'm getting old and new people have to step up."

In Dumbledore's eyes, today's Tom and Quirrell are just a whetstone, used to sharpen Harry and Wayne.

What he has to do is to control the hardness of the whetstone so as not to hurt the knife.

Dumbledore had no intention of gathering a trio, he just wanted Harry to have more friends and helpers.

This way, at least he would have someone to rely on when he actually faced Voldemort in the future.

Wayne is the best candidate in his eyes.

If Wayne gets a Gryffindor, things will be much easier.

Unfortunately, this little guy seems to have more Hufflepuff qualities.

Snape obviously knew what Dumbledore expected of Harry. He didn't want Harry to be involved in the turmoil, but there was nothing he could do about it.

What Dumbledore decides is no different from what Voldemort decides.

Because no one can resist.

Looking at Snape's worried expression, Dumbledore chuckled and comforted:

"Severus, don't think so much."

"I'm going to bother you with the Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow. Let's wait and see what kind of surprises Quirrell can bring."