There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Lupine lived in Bengbu.

No, what is the brain of James' son?

Hogwarts is the place to learn magic.

Little wizards are free at Hogwarts, respect their teachers, and study all kinds of magical knowledge diligently and conscientiously every day...Of course, because of their young age, it is normal to have a little conflict with others occasionally.

Who made certain academies have such a high probability of producing dark wizards?

This is the spirit of youth!

It didn't matter if there were fights or friction, Lupine understood, no one was ever young.

But in front of Gryffindor and the little Hufflepuff wizard, they are skilled in casting spells and move coquettishly. It's not like a conflict or a discussion, but like a life-and-death fight, beating each other to death.

Lupine's heart was pounding and his body was shaking, and he pointed his finger at the Gryffindor student.

Coincidentally, that Gryffindor roared like a lion, and raised his hand to shoot Avada Kedavra.

The face of Hufflepuff on the opposite side didn't change. He was calm and breezy, touched a grasshopper in his arms, and Avada took the grasshopper's life away in an instant.

So is Avada.

As long as there is something in front of it, Avada's full power will be absorbed by it. No matter insects, animals, or even magical creatures, they can help wizards resist the damage from Avada Kedavra.

This spell is called a death curse, but its power is not satisfactory.

Lupine nearly swears.

"You told me it's nothing?"

In broad daylight, the sky is clear, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, it's nothing to cast the Unforgivable Curse on your classmates.

What else is there to mention?

Lupine was heartbroken, what happened to this Hogwarts!

It was completely different from my school days!

"Basic operation, everyone is like this." Harry said.

"If I have to say it, I think it's more serious over there."

Harry pointed to the distance.

Hermione covered her mouth with her little hand and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Oh my God, how dare they!"

In the distance, Draco Malfoy crossed his arms and stared at Quirrell beside him with cold eyes.

To the left and to the right stood his faithful friends.

Crabbe!

gore!

The two brawny men with big arms, well-developed limbs, and simple minds also stared fiercely at Quirrell, gearing up for a fight at any time.

Last night, after Malfoy was rescued from the Chamber of Secrets, Lucius asked Mark to rescue him.

The reason why Malfoy fell asleep was very complicated, it was an extremely cumbersome spell, ancient and mysterious.

But Mark said it didn't matter.

It was his curse!

Mark took Malfoy into the principal's office, caught up on his sleep for a while, and stretched himself to stand up at dawn.

I'm getting older, my body is not as strong as before, and I can't hold on after staying up all night. I really miss my youth.

With a casual finger, Malfoy's spell was lifted, and Mark handed him to Lucius who was waiting anxiously at the door of the principal's office with sleepy eyes.

Lucius looked at Mark with red eyes and exhausted face, but he was grateful to anyone who had a little conscience, took the initiative to fulfill his promise, and gave away tens of thousands of wealth!

Lucius didn't dare to disturb Principal Mark, so he brought his son out, briefly introduced the general situation in the past two days, and told his son to stay in Hogwarts and not run around.

Hogwarts is the safest place, bar none.

He is relieved that his son stays here.

Then, Lucius returned to Hogsmeade non-stop.

He wants to tell his wife the good news!

As for Draco Malfoy, who knew what he had experienced in the past few days, his eyes flashed with blankness, grief, humiliation, and anger.

A dignified platinum nobleman, heir to one of the holy 28 pure bloods, he was almost imprisoned by Quirrell in the basement for recuperation education.

"How dare he!"

As a noble Malfoy, he couldn't stand it!

With a wave of his little hand, he summoned the two brothers.

And asked the Slytherin alumni to find out about Quirrell, and finally blocked Quirrell here!

Quirrell walked around the campus without messing with anyone, and he was expelled from Hogwarts.

Switch to other companies and let Quirrell roll as far as he can on the spot.

But Hogwarts is different.

The magic world is supreme and unique. Looking at the world, no unit can compare with Hogwarts.

The Hogwarts family has a big business, and the barriers to entry are extremely high. Of course, it is better for employees.

Salaries are never in arrears, professors enjoy normal vacations, and their status is noble. Walking in any corner of the wizarding world, everyone will respect you and give you a thumbs up when you mention the status of a Hogwarts professor.

Today, Mark proposes to fire Quirrell, and no one has any objections.

However, Quirrell cannot be owed wages just because he works short hours.

Hogwarts is not bad for this!

Because this little money ruined Hogwarts' reputation, it's not worth it.

Quirrell's working hours were too short, and he was distributed according to his work, and he received eight galleons.

Eight galleons, not much, but enough to feed Quirrell for a few days.

At the very least, eight of the [-] Galleons owed on him have been settled, and nearly two percent...two thousandths of the task has been completed. Congratulations, congratulations.

As for the unbreakable oath on his body, with Voldemort present, Quirrell split a soul to bear the backlash from the unbreakable oath on his behalf, and it has been annihilated.

Voldemort solemnly warned that Quirrell's soul is not strong enough, and splitting once is already the limit. If there is one more split, he will have a mental breakdown and become a madman.

That is to say, the two tasks that Chirrell is currently carrying must be completed, only success is allowed, and failure is not allowed.

If something goes wrong, no one can save him.

One is to help Voldemort resurrect and assist him in conquering the wizarding world.

One is to get enough five thousand Galleons this month to pay back the money borrowed from the Hogwarts professors.

Quirrell was lost in thought while receiving the money, he was thinking about the way to get the money.

Think carefully and analyze carefully.

Nothing came to mind.

The real way to make money is illegal!

As soon as Quirrell came out with the money, he was stopped by Malfoy and his two brothers.

"Outsiders attack my brother." Crabbe said in a low voice, gearing up.

"It must be executed." Gore laughed cruelly.

Malfoy dropped his hands, shaking his cape.

"No one has ever dared to do this to me, not even my father." Malfoy said with a deadpan expression and a cold voice

Quirrell: "..."

Little brother, can we have a good talk if we have something to say?

This matter is very complicated, and it is not what you think. It can even be said that your father's belief in saving you may not be as strong as mine.

You are cool, how many sons does your father have at most? Seeing that he is still young, if he drinks some magic potions to refresh himself, he may be able to rejuvenate for a second time.

With your failures in mind, re-bred your children and the Malfoy family will continue to thrive.

and I?

Without you, I would lose this life!

But this cannot be said.

Surrender to the black wizard, even if you are in a hurry, you can't admit it.

You have no guts, you have no guts, if you dare to surrender to a black wizard today, will you still be a black wizard tomorrow?

Dare to follow the Death Eaters to beat me at Hogwarts the day after tomorrow!

Before, in front of Mark, Lucius, the four deans, and many professors, Quirrell did not confess.

So now, facing the Malfoy trio, Quirrell can only smile and continue to deny it.

"Disgusting smile!" Malfoy's face was full of disgust.

It's this guy in front of me who actually wants to be a shit-stirring stick, or rather want to turn me into a shit-stirring stick.

Malfoy swears that Quirrell is dead, and no one in the world can save him.

"on!"

When the boss speaks, the brothers naturally obey.

Crabbe took out two throwing axes from his pocket. The edges of the axes gleamed coldly and were extremely sharp.

Gore clasped his hands together, breaking his joints and making a crackling sound.

Their physical versions of Shenfeng Wuying and Drowsy are ready to shoot at any time.

"Disarm!" Malfoy waved his wand.

His disarming spell was like a starting gun, and Goyle charged forward with a man like a horse and a fist like a dragon. His strong body gave Quirrell a strong sense of oppression.

Gore didn't keep his hand, he punched down, trying to take Quirrell's life away!

Crabbe swung the throwing ax lightly and deftly, and the ax was like a shooting star, and fell towards Quirrell in a graceful arc.

The three brothers work together, facing a person, the brothers go together, and facing thousands of troops, the brothers go together.

Growing up together from childhood to adulthood, they have a high degree of tacit understanding, and they know it as soon as they poke their butts... Malfoy means that they know each other's fighting style, and they will never cause accidental injury.

Some three-person groups fight shoulder to shoulder, and the fight is not as good as two people, or even one person.

But the Malfoy trio can complement each other, bursting out with the strength equivalent to five people, or even more.

A melee suppression, a long-range physical attack, and a long-range magic damage.

Quirrell's face was ashen.

How to fight this!

"Master save me!"

Voldemort hated iron and steel: "You are quite old, and you can't beat three little first-year wizards. Are you ashamed?"

"No shame," Quirrell said.

Voldemort held back the words he wanted to blurt out.

"Master, it would be embarrassing if the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was beaten by three first-year students more than ten years ago." Quirrell smiled wryly.

"The professors at that time, let alone three, even thirty students could fight."

"What were the first graders learning then? Luminescence? Turning matches into needles? The Slug Curse?"

"What about now? The Unforgivable Curse is more proficient than ordinary Death Eaters, and the use of spells is comparable to top Aurors. Little wizards don't need to go to school, and go directly to work in the Auror office. I'm sure that most Aurors are not their opponents." !"

Quirrell was full of vicissitudes.

"Master, times have changed."

Voldemort knew everything.

You want to feel emotional, no problem.

But when three people came up to kill you, if you pretend, you will lose half your life!

"It doesn't matter." Quirrell said calmly: "They dare not kill the professor on the Hogwarts campus, and at most they will beat me up."

"If you don't help, I can't be their opponent. The longer I resist, the more I will be hurt."

"It's better to just lie flat and let them hit. Facing a wooden stake that won't fight back, after a few hits, they won't be interested."

"In order to be less injured, not to be ashamed."

Voldemort: "..."

What a wonderful way of thinking!

But in a sense, it doesn't make sense.

Quirrell opened the door wide and did not resist. Gore punched Quirrell in the face, and he flew into the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Goyle didn't hold back his hand, his punches were like a storm, and bruises and swelling marks appeared on Quirrell's face and body.

A good Qiluo, with a body like a stake, a heart like black iron, resolute and decisive, no matter how Gore punched, he clenched his teeth and didn't yell out a word of pain.

In the distance, Hermione was filled with righteous indignation.

A girl born in a Muggle family, she is pure, kind, and gentle, and she will repay her kindness without mercy!

"Professor Quirrell risked his life to save Malfoy. Malfoy managed to escape, how could he be beaten!"

Hermione's voice was full of distress for Quirrell.

Although the love between Quirrell and Malfoy is full of taboos, it is also love!

Forbidden love is never a problem in England.

You originally illuminated the moon with your heart, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.

There are also poems to prove that you live at the head of the Thames, and I live at the end of the Thames. I miss you every day and drink the water of the Thames together.

Hermione frowned, no, this poem is not suitable for the occasion, start again!

Before Hermione could think of a more suitable poem, Harry the Outsider spoke.

"you are not a fish, how to know the joy of fish?"

Harry said: "You know, Professor Quirrell has a brain problem and a serious mental illness. From the outside, it seems to us that Malfoy led someone to beat Professor Quirrell, but in Professor Quirrell's heart, maybe he is enjoying it. ?”

Hermione: "..."

She couldn't answer what she said.

Lupine couldn't bear it anymore. He saw that Gore was full of punches to Quirrell, but Quirrell didn't resist, thinking it was a personal enmity.

According to Harry and Hermione, it was a professor who was beaten?

How can this work?

A sense of justice rose from Lupine's heart.

Every Hogwarts professor is worthy of respect, students dare to hit the professor, lawless!

However, Lupine still has the most basic keen sense of smell.

"Who's his father?" Lupine asked.

"Lucius Malfoy, the patriarch of the Malfoy family among the holy 28 pure-bloods," said Harry.

Oh, that's fine.

Lupine's newly rising fire died out again.

Wouldn't it be a blood loss to offend the heir of a pure-blood family for a professor whom he had never met before?

"At the end of the day, I have a bond." Lupine patted Harry's head.

Alone, Lupine was so high-spirited that he dared to pull Malfoy off his horse!

However, he has to take care of Jaime's son, not just himself.

"Probably, this is a compromise."

Lupine looked up at the sky. It's been ten years since James left, and I've grown too.

Puff, puff.

Lupine looked over and found that Malfoy's heirloom wielded two spinning axes and kept smashing into Quirrell's body.

Every time there was a puffing sound, blood splashed everywhere, and the scene was very brutal.

Lupine quickly reached out to cover Hermione and Harry's eyes.

Seeing this scene at a young age will deal a blow to their young hearts and affect their growth!

However, Harry and Hermione's faces remained unchanged, and they ignored the throwing ax as if nothing had fallen.

Killing people with flying axes is just for fun, I really want to see blood, if one is torn apart, at least dozens of axes will be used.

Finally, Malfoy's eyes were icy cold, and he raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Just now, neither Goyle's heavy punch nor Crabbe's throwing ax made Quirrell cry out. When Malfoy's Cruciatus Curse came out, the pain that went straight to his soul made him unbearable anymore.

The tragic roar spread across half of Hogwarts.

Lupine was sweating and his hands and feet were cold.

Casting the Unforgivable Curse on the professor, the pure-blood wizard is too arrogant!

Dumbledore doesn't care!

"Malfoy's Cruciatus Curse isn't very good, it can't be used at its full potential," Harry said.

"Indeed." Hermione nodded in approval: "It's far worse than Neville."