Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 82 81. Placing the Unicorn and the Evil Spirit in the Classroom

This piece of parchment has basically revealed who the mysterious man in black robe is. It is naturally impossible for Voldemort to ask Harry or Dumbledore for help. The person who can ask for help is naturally the person possessed by Voldemort - Quirinus Quirrell.

"I haven't agreed yet, Dumbledore," Harry sneered.

There was no doubt that this little earth element was naturally summoned by Quirrell. He had never thought that in the first class of the Shaman Club, there were actually more than twelve children who had signed a contract with the earth element, and the professors were not completely wiped out. Quirrell actually successfully sensed the existence of the earth element and gained its recognition.

I'm afraid even Voldemort himself did not expect that the poor creature he possessed actually had such a talent.

But - what's the point?

When your car hits a wall you know to turn, when the stock price goes up you know to buy, when you make a mistake and are sentenced you know to repent, and when your snot runs into your mouth you know to shake it off - what's the use?
Until last year, Quirrell's life could be described as wonderful. He even held the position of professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts at a young age. However, he chose to join Voldemort while traveling during the summer vacation.

Perhaps Dumbledore could have saved him at the beginning, but Quirrell had no regrets at that time... until Voldemort had completely controlled him and tore off his mask.

"...Even you can't do anything?" Dumbledore sighed, "Your magical... shamanic spells."

"Shamans are not gods," Harry said with disgust. "For such self-depraved traitors, we will only destroy them completely - of course, if he can survive in the end, he will have a chance to repent."

"Before that, he needs to prove himself... with his blood, or Voldemort's blood."

The orcs have never avoided the wrong path they have taken, and even if the new orcs want to repent later, they must first survive the pursuit of the Alliance and the torture of demon blood before they can talk about atonement in Azeroth.

Under the leadership of Thrall, the orc shamans always tell their younger generations and peers the stories that happened on the land of Draenor.

Ner'zhul did regret it after blowing up the entire Draenor, but would it have been useful for him to regret it at that time?
There is nothing left.

"Full of rules made of iron and blood," Dumbledore sighed again.

"If Professor Snape were here, he would probably say that your head was made of a troll or that you ate too many sweets." Harry suddenly laughed, "This is a fact that even I know. He won't live much longer - the unicorn's blood will kill him."

"What?!" Hagrid's eyes suddenly widened. "Wait, so Principal Dumbledore, you and Harry know who that person is?!!"

"I'm sorry, Hagrid, for some reasons, I can't tell you who that person is for the time being." Dumbledore looked at Harry and said, "I think Harry agrees with this view."

"Uh, sorry, Hagrid," Harry said seriously, "This matter is not suitable for too many people to know yet - but I think the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest should be safe now."

"Well, if you all think so," Hagrid put the bow back on his back, scratched his head and said, "then let's go check on the unicorns first... By the way, Harry, I've been thinking about whether we can temporarily place the unicorns in your, uh, box? I always feel that it's not safe enough outside."

She looked like a worried old mother.

"Of course," Harry nodded, "It's good to have a little life in the trunk."

"Aha, that's great," Hagrid said happily, "Then I have to go find them quickly. I hope there won't be any accidents."

If Hagrid simply left things to the current Harry, he would still feel somewhat uneasy, but if he left things to Dumbledore and Harry, Hagrid would be extremely relieved.

Dumbledore and future Dumbledore, how could this possibly go wrong?!

After Hagrid left with peace of mind, Harry and Dumbledore didn't actually talk much. It was mainly Dumbledore talking and Harry listening - Harry's understanding of the substance like unicorn blood was naturally not as deep as Dumbledore's.

Dumbledore also made significant achievements in alchemy.

The old man and the young man even specifically analyzed for a while how long Quirrell could last based on the number of times Voldemort hunted unicorns and the intervals between them.

That very night, a group of new creatures moved into Harry's little suitcase world, seven unicorns, five big ones and two small ones.

Hagrid's persuasion was successful, and as he was usually proud of, he was quite popular in the Forbidden Forest... Of course, this was also related to the fact that this unicorn community could not bear the continued death of its members.

A box that's absolutely safe from being found by dark wizards, and Hagrid's guarantee... sounds pretty good.

It is worth mentioning that adult unicorns are silver-white all over, with soft, shiny and smooth fur, which is in line with the fantasy appearance in Muggle fairy tales. In addition to their beautiful appearance, they also have very strong streamlined muscles, which means that they are not without threats.

The young unicorn has golden hair and is very cute.

After seeing the unicorns with his own eyes, Harry could understand why Hagrid was so indignant about the death of the unicorns - after all, they really suited Hagrid's taste.

Especially referring to the point of cherishing.

Fierce, precious, and huge, these are all the elements that Hagrid likes very much.

Although they cannot speak, these unicorns can indeed understand what wizards are saying. The living area Harry designated for these unicorns is in a corner under the cliff. When he finished talking about some precautions for living in the box, the leading unicorn nodded smartly.

Although the two little unicorns were a little curious, they still obediently followed the adult unicorns into the woods.

"I guess they won't stay here for long." After watching the unicorns leave, Harry turned around and said, "Although it's safe, my place is too small after all. They can't even run freely."

"I'm glad you thought of that, Harry," Dumbledore said cheerfully, "but you have to know that for most animals, life is always more important."

"Then let's wait until the Forbidden Forest is safe before releasing them," Harry said as he stood up. "It's up to them."

Until the seven unicorns felt safe enough, Harry did not intend to tell his friends about their existence - Hermione and the others would definitely be curious about the existence of unicorns, but beasts were beasts after all, and it would be bad if they were hurt.

It’s not too late to tell them after both parties have established trust.

The next morning, Harry saw Quirrell at the professors' table in the cafeteria - he looked like nothing had happened and was completely normal.

Well, if you could call his timid, schizophrenic behavior outside of class normal.

Snape seemed to be saying something to Quirrell, his expression was very ferocious, and Quirrell was still stammering, so much so that many students who were eating below were filled with righteous indignation when they saw this scene, and they wanted to hit Snape on the spot.

Honestly, Harry was curious whether Dumbledore had ever told Snape that Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort... and whether Snape knew that he would capture Voldemort and threaten him from time to time.

James wanted to engrave the fact that Snape was a bad guy into Harry's mind. He had already told Harry that Snape had been a worshiper of the Dark Lord since school days and joined the Death Eaters directly after graduation.

Hmm... Harry felt that Snape probably knew, but he didn't know much. He probably thought Quirrell was just an ordinary Death Eater.

After a few weeks, Quirrell had become a qualified professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He seemed to have insight into what his students desired most. In class, he would either demonstrate some powerful spells or capture some dangerous magical animals as teaching materials.

In short, every class can make students feel satisfied, and they say that this is the Defense Against the Dark Arts they want. Senior students even directly regard Quirrell as the most competent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in recent years.

The students also felt that he turned into a different person as soon as he started teaching. Dean Thomas, a professor with a dual personality, even vowed that Professor Quirrell actually had a third personality hidden, which was a murderer's personality - this is what was written in Muggle novels.

Congratulations, you guessed it right. "It's the same as always, let's put the boring textbooks aside, and the students sitting in the back can sit closer to the front." Quirrell's magnetic voice filled the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, "Very good, can everyone see the front?"

"Can--"

The students shouted in a drawn-out voice, excitement written all over their faces, and everyone was curious about what Professor Quirrell would show in today's class.

In the open space at the front of the classroom, there is a cage covered with a layer of black cloth. People can only see the cage itself but not what is inside. One can only hear bursts of beautiful singing from inside.

“La~la~la~la~la~”

It was a woman's singing, a very pure voice, like a clear spring flowing through a valley, and the melody was also very beautiful.

"What exactly could it be?"

"Garden goblins? Or fairies?"

"I think it's the evil bird!"

"Fool, the call of the evil bird is very unpleasant. You will go crazy when you hear it."

"She must be a great beauty!"

"..."

The students were talking about it for a while.

"Looking forward to it?" Quirrell put one hand on the edge of the cage and said with a smile, "Want to see her true face?"

"Yes! Professor!"

Shouting in unison.

"Okay, then let's reveal the answer." As he said this, Quirrell pulled off the black cloth on the cage.

The next moment, the timid first-year girls even started screaming.

Because the creature locked in the cage was not the beautiful fairy they had imagined, nor a pretty goblin, but a monster about three feet tall with a sharp face. It looked like a goblin, but was much bigger.

After the black cloth was no longer covering it, the cold and beautiful singing voice instantly disappeared, and the monster began to cackle, as if it was laughing, with a sharp and piercing sound.

The students' screams made Quirrell narrow his eyes in satisfaction.

"Can anyone tell me its name?" Quirrell asked, raising his voice, but then he said directly: "Tell me, Harry."

"Evil spirits," Harry said expressionlessly, "are a kind of spirits that like to play pranks. They are mainly distributed in the Black Forest in Germany. With the activities of wizards, they are now found in many places in Europe."

"One point for Gryffindor," Quirrell said immediately, "Keep going, Harry, keep going. You know there's more."

"When children hear the cry of the evil spirit, they will be uncontrollably absorbed in trying to find the source of the sound," Harry continued, "and when they leave their guardians, the evil spirits will take the opportunity to eat them."

Harry's words caused a low cry. No one had expected that the monster in the cage would be a child-eating creature. This made many children sitting in the first row regret sitting too close to the front. What if the cage suddenly broke? Wouldn't they be in danger?

"Perfect answer," Quirrell nodded and said, "Even I can't add more. Two more points for Gryffindor."

"In short, even now, at least hundreds of children are eaten by evil spirits every year in Europe," Quirrell said softly, "all of them are Muggle children... Of course, how could the poor, foolish, ignorant, and stupid Muggles possibly think that such monsters are coveting their children?"

There was a low laugh from among the Slytherin students.

"Oh, please don't laugh." Quirrell turned around and shook his finger. "Although Muggles are indeed very stupid animals - as you all know, I used to be a professor of Muggle Studies. I know Muggles too well."

"They don't understand the most basic principle of not responding to strange calls. If a strange voice keeps ringing or calling them, the Muggles will even go over there out of curiosity."

The laughter from the Slytherins seemed to get louder, and some of the Muggle-born students shifted their hips uncomfortably.

"This is not funny, kids. If Headmaster Dumbledore sees this, he will be angry," Quirrell said in a pretended serious tone. He seemed to be reprimanding the students of Slytherin College, but both his tone and expression were more like encouragement.

"We still have to protect Muggles, um, although I don't know why we have to protect something that is much more important than ourselves." Quirrell shrugged and said, "So today we are going to learn how to deal with evil spirits. Do you have any good suggestions, Harry?"

Harry could not see any trace of the battle between him and Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest three days ago. Quirrell seemed to be in very good spirits, and did not look like a man whose life was counting down after drinking unicorn blood.

No, it should be said that it is Voldemort - Voldemort is in very good condition.

"If you have a stick, just give him one," Harry answered expressionlessly, "The demon isn't very powerful, nor is it very fast, and its only magical ability is to seduce children."

"Oh no, no, Harry, you are a wizard," Quirrell smacked his lips repeatedly, "You are a noble wizard. When you encounter a problem, you should first consider using magic to solve it, instead of being like a stupid Muggle. Ha, give him a stick."

The students of Slytherin House laughed even louder, and the students of Gryffindor House turned to look at Harry. They had already sensed that something was wrong.

"Watch this." Quirrell drew out his wand and opened the cage with a light wave.

Suddenly losing the place where he was imprisoned, the evil spirit looked around in a daze. Within two seconds, he locked his sights on the targets he had long coveted - these first-grade children.

It smells so good that he has been wanting to try it for a long time.

The students screamed at the first moment, especially when the golem turned around and looked at them, they instantly recalled what Harry had just said about the golem's habits... eating children raw.

This time, even the students of Slytherin House cried out in fear, especially those sitting in the front row. They even stood on their seats and wanted to jump to the back row, regretting why they had rushed to the front row just to see more clearly when the class started.

The children's screams made the evil spirit more excited and its appetite became stronger. Some people even saw a long string of saliva falling from its mouth, which was very disgusting.

But just when the evil spirit took a few steps forward and was about to pounce, it heard a faint voice - "Stinging like a bee."

A yellow light flashed by, and the next moment, it fell directly to the ground, struggling in pain, screaming, and constantly touching its skin with both hands. However, just a slight touch made its pain even worse.

Everyone could clearly see that there were red marks on the evil spirit's skin, as if it had been whipped, and it looked like it was burnt, and the surrounding flesh was swollen.

"Thank you, Professor! You saved us!!" Blaise Zabini from Slytherin suddenly shouted.

"You're welcome, kid." Ignoring the Elf who was writhing in pain at his feet, Quirrell smiled and said, "A smart kid. Five points for Slytherin."

(End of this chapter)