Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 71 Afterwards
The young wizard's tender fists repeatedly hit his cheeks and head. The young wizard had little strength, and his punches could only cause limited damage. But the moment the boy's fists touched his skin, the unbearable burning pain made Quirrell wail uncontrollably.

Every bone in his body became a red-hot iron, his blood was like flowing magma, his vision blurred, and the severe pain caused Quirrell to instinctively resist. He began to struggle violently, trying to push away the boy who was pressing on him and punching him, but any touch would only cause more intense pain in his body.

"Master...Master..."

Quirrell let out a shrill scream, his body covered with marks of burns, and red light appeared in the cracks of his skin.

"Please... Great Dark Lord..."

His cries received no response.

The Dark Lord residing in the body was also roaring.

The boy punched him on the head again and again, his strength gradually exhausted, and his punches became weaker and weaker. In the end, he was no longer able to swing his fists, but his hands were pressed tightly against his face. This continuous contact was even more unbearable, as if it directly ignited his soul. Quirrell felt that his body was on the verge of breaking.

As the body was about to be destroyed and the consciousness became increasingly blurred, the pain actually subsided.

Quirrell squeezed out the last bit of strength from his flesh and blood and reached out his hand, tremblingly grasping the turban that he remembered hanging in front of him.

Nothing was encountered.

He vaguely remembered that he had already taken off his turban, and the Dark Lord could see what was happening outside.

"Why...why won't the Dark Lord help me?"

Invisible and intangible flames enveloped his body, and his soul and magic power turned into firewood. His perception of his body was weakening, and the pain was getting weaker and weaker. Quirrell's pupils became dilated, and before he completely lost consciousness, he vaguely saw a gray-black dark smoke rushing out from behind his head.

That was the ghost of the Dark Lord, who dragged himself into the abyss of pain and finally abandoned him mercilessly.

Quirrell felt light and airy, as if his life had never been sucked away by ghosts, and his flesh and blood had never been eroded by death. He was like a healthy and complete wizard.

When did he take the initiative to give up the good things he once had...

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"Dear Mr. Quirrell, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and supplies. The semester begins on September 9st. We will await your reply by owl before March 1st!"

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"Quirinus Quirrell, Ravenclaw!"

"Another Muggle nerd, so boring..."

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"Mr. Quirrell, I'm sorry. Your grades are excellent, but you don't quite meet the requirements of the Ministry of Magic. If you are interested in other departments, you can continue to submit your resume."

"Mr. Quirrell, I'm sorry, we only recruit pure-blood wizards, but we need a clerk stationed in Africa, mainly responsible for procurement work. Are you interested?"

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"Quirinus, welcome back to Hogwarts. I believe you will become an excellent professor and provide the best Muggle Studies courses to students."

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"Professor Quirrell, hahahahahaha... look at how ridiculous he is. A grown wizard stutters in class. Is he worthy of being a professor?!"

"My father told me that his grades were okay, but his abilities and personality were so poor that no one wanted to hire him. Dumbledore took pity on him and hired him as a professor."

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"Hic~ The Firewhisky at the Hog's Head is still the best. Have you heard that the legendary mysterious man is not dead? He has been lurking deep in the Albanian forest for years, waiting to make a comeback after Dumbledore's death?"

"Your brain has been tainted by expired alcohol, and you're still talking nonsense like that? God... what good is there in the mysterious man's return?"

"If you ask me, what's wrong with that? Now the half-bloods and mudbloods are stepping on our heads, and that person... supports pure-bloods."

"Weren't enough purebloods killed in the last wizarding war? Idiot..."

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"Quirinus Quirrell, you are the first to find me. The goddess of luck is guiding you."

"Silly boy, you're still young. I can forgive your absurd notions of good and evil. There's no right or wrong in this world, only power, and those incompetent who can't access it. Pledge your allegiance to me, and I'll grant you unprecedented power, make those who once despised you pay the price, and grant you endless wealth, power, and status..."

"Idiot! Useless! Why couldn't you bring back the Philosopher's Stone? What on earth could I expect you to accomplish?!"

"Of course I am willing to forgive you. Give me your body and I will tell you what to do... It's just a small price to pay. As long as you get the Philosopher's Stone, I will grant you a healthy body, powerful magic, and even a long life."

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Memories overwhelmed his consciousness. Quirrell was no longer able to struggle and lay quietly on the cold floor. His eyes were sore and weak that he could hardly see. No tears flowed. All the fluids in his body had dried up.

He could faintly hear the sound of bones and flesh breaking, and it began to turn into ashes and dissipate. Quirrell suddenly trembled, and in a trance he thought of the corpse he had just destroyed. Just like himself at this moment, he wanted to reach out and retain the ashes, but he could do nothing.

The smoke and dust cleared.

"hiss……"

The gray-black ghost was like billowing smoke, and the twisted snake face turned into a transparent and illusory existence. It didn't care about the disappearing Quirrell and the unconscious Harry, and rushed towards the exit with a gust of cold wind.

Before leaving school, Melvin could barely be considered a theoretical scholar. He spent a lot of time in the library of Ilvermorny, reading through the magical theory knowledge accumulated over hundreds of years. Occasionally, when he encountered doubts, he would consult the professor. After receiving the gift from the horned water snake, he began to think about how to use it to quickly increase his magic power, but it was just ordinary magic research and he had never personally witnessed the real cutting-edge magic.

At this moment, Melvin stared at the evil ghost that was stirring up a strong wind with his eyes wide open. He did not feel any fear at all, but rather a little excited. Is this the most powerful dark wizard in history?
"Lihuo..."

The orange flames rolled, instantly illuminating the dim room. Night moths and bats became restless and scrambled to avoid the area, but this flame that instilled fear in living creatures could not stop the ghosts for even a moment.

[Expected Guardian]

Silver light mist surged, and painful howls came from the gray-black smoke, but it still failed to keep him.

The old headmaster who watched the whole process did not react much and seemed to be lost in thought. Melvin was also thinking about what state Voldemort was in. He had no tangible entity, but was completely different from a ghost.

A ghost that is neither alive nor dead...

"Professor!" Hermione held up the unconscious Harry and looked up at the two of them, her face indignant. "What are you still doing standing there?!"

The old headmaster, regaining his composure and feeling a little embarrassed, coughed and said, "They're here."

School doctor's office.

Madam Pomfrey left the ward to get her medicine filled.

Ron was mainly hit on the head and woke up that afternoon. Harry's physical injuries were lighter, just a slight scrape on his fist, but his brain was in more trouble. Madam Pomfrey said that he had received too much stimulation in a short period of time and needed to sleep for a few more days.

Hermione was also examined by the school doctor and was diagnosed with being stimulated and frightened. She needed to drink half a bottle of euphoria and have a good rest.

At this moment, she was lying on the hospital bed, the quilt tucked in tightly, making it difficult for her to move. There were two pillows under her head. She could barely see the old principal and the young professor beside the bed. Her eyes kept moving, looking back and forth at the two of them over and over again.

Professor Lewynter's two reminders and Headmaster Dumbledore's deliberate observation, the whole thing was wrong from beginning to end, as if it was deliberately arranged.

It is very likely a deliberate arrangement!
Melvin turned and looked at her.

"..."

The little witch subconsciously looked away, then reacted and stared straight at the professor, showing no sign of weakness.

Hearing that Harry and Ron were fine, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and began to explore the truth of the matter. After asking a few more questions, she was pushed to Madam Pomfrey by Professor Lewyn and forced onto the bed.

He tucked the quilt like this on purpose.

"Unnecessary personnel please leave the ward and do not disturb the patients' rest!" The school doctor, Ms. Pomfrey, is kind-hearted and not afraid of power. She doesn't even give face to the headmaster.

Dumbledore coughed lightly and left with Professor Lewynter. Their conversation grew increasingly distant.
"Quirrel is a gifted but sensitive boy. When he was in school, his shyness and sensitivity caused his classmates to laugh at him. Perhaps because he felt weak, he was particularly eager to prove himself and wanted the world to look at him with new eyes and take notice of him. At some point, he became interested in the dark arts...

"Motivated by curiosity and a desire to be noticed, Quirrell began to explore the qualities required to become a Dark wizard. Later, his mind was clouded by the Dark Arts, and he believed that he could track down Voldemort and even learn advanced magical techniques from him so that he would no longer be a laughing stock.

"He was naive and conceited enough to believe he could control the meeting with Voldemort. Although Voldemort was now very weak, he easily controlled the lost wizard, and Quirrell was powerless to resist..."

Hermione tried to turn over to hear more clearly, but the quilt restrained her tightly, like a binding spell. She struggled a few times but to no avail. The headmaster and professor gradually walked away, and the sound disappeared completely.

Madam Pomfrey brought a tray of potions and poured three into Harry's mouth, two into Ron's, and one into herself.

The little witch curled up on the hospital bed with a numb expression, wrapped in a soft and warm quilt, her eyes unfocused.

"Gulu..."

Madam Pomfrey's healing magic was superb and her theoretical knowledge was solid, but her nursing skills still had a lot of room for improvement. Hermione almost choked on the liquid potion.

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Dumbledore's memories are basically useless information.

Melvin was not interested in Quirrell's past, but was curious about Horcruxes. Based on his understanding of Horcruxes, he felt that Quirrell's existence was worth studying.

As a living wizard, Quirrell's body contains two souls at the same time. Voldemort can directly control the body and absorb the vitality... Can it be inferred that Quirrell's body is a vessel to hold the soul? In a sense, he is Voldemort's temporary Horcrux.

"Living Horcrux..."

Unfortunately, the old headmaster would rather talk about the Philosopher's Stone than reveal any information about the Horcruxes, so Melvin's questions remain unanswered.

When the professors learned what happened in the restricted area on the fourth floor, they quickly rushed to the principal's office. Professor McGonagall, concerned about the students, wanted to hold Dumbledore accountable. Snape, concerned about Harry's safety, also wanted to hold Dumbledore accountable.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout followed along out of pure curiosity and joined in the fun.

Melvin, who participated in the whole process, didn't want to join in the fun. In addition, he collected a lot of valuable memory pictures today, which were enough to complete the movie. Only some post-production arrangement and editing work was left.

If we speed up the process, it should be released in time for Easter.

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Hogwarts is very influential in Britain. A professor of a compulsory course died in the school, but there was almost no news from the outside world. The front page of the Daily Prophet this week was "Entering Romania", and there was no movement from the board of directors.

It can be seen that Dumbledore is in a high position of power.

The atmosphere within the school was much better, and what happened in the underground passage spread in a very short time. At first, it was mainly spread by the ghosts, who focused on the bravery and wisdom of Harry and his companions when they passed the levels, but the specific details of the last room were vague.

After Ron was discharged from the hospital, he began to tell the story himself.

The story of the first day is no different from the ghost version, mainly focusing on the three people solving the levels set by the professors. They didn't encounter Quirrell on the way, and the wise Weasley fell to the hands of the White Queen chess piece;
The story on the second day had some changes in details. The main content was the chessboard level set by Professor McGonagall. Ron described in detail how thrilling the chess game was, how clever the solution was, how heroic the sacrifice was, and how the wise and brave Weasley finally fell under the siege of the chess pieces.

The third day's story takes a completely different turn. Professor McGonagall's chessboard is secretly manipulated by the Dark wizard Quirrell, creating a constantly shifting situation that defies human control. Weasley, left alone to cover the losses, battles Quirrell for half an hour, severely wounding the Dark wizard. Though ultimately defeated, he buys Harry time, laying the foundation for his eventual victory. A wise, brave, and powerful Weasley, despite his defeat, remains a triumphant opponent.

The young wizards knew that this guy was bragging about himself, but they still listened with great interest. The reputation of the Three Warriors of Gryffindor quickly spread throughout the school, and students could be heard discussing it every morning in the auditorium.

Flitwick and Sprout were also keen on discussing those levels, believing that the Devil's Snare and Key designs were suitable for the freshman level, and that the levels designed by other professors were too difficult, which led to students getting injured.

"Melvin, you're making it too complicated."

Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "By the way, Dumbledore asked me to tell you that the elves are afraid to clean the room you decorated. You will need to clean it yourself."

Snape and Sprout beside them smiled with gloating eyes.

"..."

Melvin took a sip of milk and pondered for a moment: "Harry and the others guarded the Philosopher's Stone. How many extra points do you think Gryffindor should get this time?"

Flitwick and Sprout's smiles faltered.

The last time Gryffindor and Slytherin had a group fight that resulted in the house points being wiped out, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw finally thought they had seen hope for the house cup, but now their hopes were dashed.

Snape's face also looked a little ugly.

Only the vice-principal looked happy.

"There are still four months left in the second half of the school year. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is absent. Who should take over?"

Now the vice principal was not happy either.

(End of this chapter)