Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 295 Quirrell's Preparation

After the afternoon classes.

As usual, Moon came to the small classroom to practice spells.

At this moment, Harry suddenly broke in and said that he wanted to learn a new spell.

"A new spell? Are you going to duel with someone again?"

Moon was a little surprised to hear Harry's request.

He knew very well that Harry's enthusiasm for learning was not as high as his enthusiasm for practicing Quidditch.

"No, no, I just think I should learn more."

"Okay, what do you want to learn?"

Moon said, stopping his torture on the terracotta and turning to look at Harry.

"Is there anything I can quickly master that's powerful enough to instantly render someone incapable of fighting?"

"Your request"

Although he didn't know what Harry was going to do, Moon still tried to think hard.

If you want to master a spell quickly, you must know your strengths.

Like Seamus.

His [Fire Spell] was performed even more skillfully and casually than Moon's.

And Harry.
Almost all of his talents are related to flying and sports.

The related magic has insufficient attack power.

Whether it is the [Floating Spell] or the [Summoning Spell].

Neither can cause direct damage to the target.

But there is one that should be very suitable.

"This spell is not in the textbook. You must promise me not to tell anyone else about it."

"I promise, tell me quickly."

Harry was actually very anxious.

There are only four days left in his appointment with Malfoy, and he must master a killer move as soon as possible.

"Hanging Bell, this is a kind of magic that can control people and float in the air."

In Moon's opinion, this spell is very suitable for Harry.

Whether it's athletic talent, flying talent, or object manipulation, these skills will all help in learning [Fuchsia].

Moreover, this curse also meets Harry's requirements and can make people lose their combat effectiveness in an instant.

“Okay, I’ll learn this.”

Seeing that Harry was so eager to learn, Moon did not put it off.

In the small classroom, a study plan was made for Harry.

Start practicing with toothpicks, and once you’ve mastered it, move on to a hand warmer, then a chair, and finally a real person.

Harry's learning progress was also very fast, which was exactly in line with Moon's guess.

That evening, when the two left the small classroom.

Harry was already able to easily hang a chair upside down in mid-air.

Teaching Harry spells was just a small episode in life.

For Moon, the best situation is to study magic every day without interruption.

However, this ideal learning state was broken during the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Wednesday.

As soon as the class started, Quirrell acted out of character.

Not only did he frequently lose focus, he also mispronounced many of the words in the book.

Moreover, his gaze would drift towards Moon's direction from time to time.

After noticing that he was being watched, Moon also looked up at Quirrell.

When the two looked into each other's eyes.

Moon could clearly see that there was an indescribable eagerness in Qi Luo's eyes.

It was as if he had some rare treasure on him.

When the bell rang, Quirrell couldn't wait to push aside the students who were packing their bags.

He walked in a few steps to Moon, breathing heavily, with an attentive smile on his face.

"Mr. Scarlett, I've been watching you for a long time."

Quirrell's tone was urgent.

"Professor, I've been watching you for a long time."

"Ok?"

Seeing Moon, a playful smile appeared on his face, and Quirrell waved his hand.

"I'm not kidding you, Mr. Scarlett. I'm the only one who can help you with your problem."

Moon was shocked when he heard what Qi Luo said.

He looked at the professor in front of him warily.

All the impressions that Quirrell had of being timid and cowardly disappeared.

And he seemed to really know something.

This made Moon subconsciously alert.

"Thank you for your kindness, Professor. However, I already have a solution, so I won't bother you for now."

Moon explained calmly.

Whether Quirrell learned about his problem from other people or saw something.

Moon had no plans to trouble the other party.

He has now found a way to temporarily deal with the erosion of the curse.

Naturally, he would not have too much interaction with Qi Luo, whose identity was suspicious.

But Quirrell refused to give up and continued to persuade him, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes.

Seeing this, Moon decided to test the other party.

He deliberately pretended to be scared and spoke with a serious expression.

"Professor, you may not know that only Voldemort can solve my problem."

As soon as Moon finished speaking, the classroom fell silent.

The students who were about to leave opened their eyes wide in horror when they heard the word Voldemort.

Some of them subconsciously moved away from Moon, knocking over tables and chairs.

Moon stared at Quirrell, wanting to see how the professor would react.

Quirrell's behavior was extremely strange.

His body stiffened suddenly, and his eyes flickered, as if he was pretending to be calm.

Moon became even more confused.

"Professor, aren't you afraid? That's Voldemort."

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, it suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's gaze, which had just been directed at Moon, turned to Quirrell.

"Yes, that's right. No one would not be afraid."

"The name shouldn't even be spoken."

Everyone was watching Quirrell's reaction. After Quirrell noticed the exposure around him, he pulled a stiff smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Should I be afraid?"

There was a hint of guilt in Quirrell's tone.

Moon's expression became even more solemn.

This professor was often teased by the twins and didn't dare to say a harsh word in class.

It's really unreasonable that he reacted so strangely to Voldemort's name.

Perhaps sensing Moon's suspicion, Quirrell pretended to be horrified.

"Oh, you scared me to death, stop talking now."

Quirrell waved his hands in pretend panic while stealing glances at Moon's expression.

Moon no longer had any other thoughts at this time. He just packed up his textbooks and quickly left the classroom.

Being with such a strange person made Moon feel uncomfortable all over.

Looking at Moon's departing back, Quirrell stood there in a daze.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly headed towards his office.

A moment later, a painful groan was heard from the airtight office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

I saw Quirrell covering his head with his hands and curling up his body.

Like a wounded puppy, kneeling on the cold floor.

His body couldn't stop shaking, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, wetting the ground in front of him.

"Master, Master, I won't dare to do it again. Please let me go."

His voice was tearful and full of fear.

"remember!"

A hoarse and low voice came.

"What I need is real fear, not a fake expression on your face!"

The husky voice sounded very angry.

Every word in his tone was like a sharp icicle, piercing Quirrell's heart.

"I know, I know, Master. I am truly afraid of you. There is no falsehood at all."

Quirrell nodded hurriedly, his voice trembling.

After a long time, a hoarse voice snorted coldly.

Quirrell suddenly felt a shiver all over his body and collapsed to the ground.

After a while.

He slowly regained some strength, raised his head with effort, and spoke carefully.

"Master, is it true that you are the only one who can break the curse on that little wizard?"

"Of course, all the dark arts come easy to me."

The hoarse voice was full of disdain.

"Master, you are indeed the greatest demon king."

Quirrell tried to please him quickly, but this time he got no response.

Because this hoarse voice was not completely sure, my heart was beating nervously.

For the owner of this voice, the reason why he wanted to get close to Moon today was contrary to his usual behavior.

It was because he had never seen such a strange curse.

The energy contained in this curse is much stronger than the curse he originally set on the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts to prevent others from taking up the position.

But the owner of the hoarse voice would never reveal anything in front of Quirrell.

In his current state, he would not allow his dignity to be questioned in the slightest.

Quirrell had no idea what his master was thinking.

After a full day of teaching, he returned to his office and went straight into the kitchen.

He has transformed this place into a secret laboratory.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a pungent odor coming from the laboratory.

Quirrell's eyes swept across the room, and he saw a large number of magical plant trunks scattered on the laboratory table.

They were of various colors and twisted shapes, some of which had already been carved by him.

On the cabinet in the corner next to it, there was a large jar of unicorn blood.

This was the life-saving medicine he had finally obtained two days ago.

In the corner of the cabinet, there are two small bottles of spore powder.

This is what he stole.

Seeing that the room was still the same as when he left, Quirrell walked to the experimental table with peace of mind.

He took the stolen glue and started gluing the puppet's arms together.

The puppet's body has begun to take shape, and its thick and strange appearance is chilling.

"Master, these puppets can really hide from that three-headed dog."

Quirrell's voice seemed particularly abrupt in the silent laboratory.

"Don't worry, it's only used to block attacks. If that doesn't work, use those two bottles of powder. I guarantee that the big dog will sleep for a whole day."

Hearing his master's answer, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, and his worries were alleviated a little.

As an outstanding student who graduated from Ravenclaw, Quirrell was not worried about the subsequent levels.

Whether it's the Devil's Snare, flying broomsticks, wizard chess, or potion riddles.

As long as you study hard in Hogwarts, you will be able to pass these knowledge-based levels.

Besides, Quirrell has a mysterious master who is ten times smarter than him.

These levels are easy for them.

The only difficult thing is the three big dogs guarding the first level.

To pass it, one must have sufficient magical power.

Snape's injury on Halloween is enough to prove how powerful this big dog is.

Quirrell also did not think that his strength was stronger than Snape.

Now he learned that the three big dogs had been strengthened, so he couldn't force his way in.

Fortunately, his master was smarter and thought of a new way to pass the level.

After gluing the puppet's arms, Quirrell cautiously asked again.

"Master, everything is ready. When are we going to start?"

"Wait for Dumbledore to leave."

The hoarse voice also showed that he was very satisfied with his new work.

"But Master, how can I know when Dumbledore will leave? After all..."

"Don't worry. Just write a letter as I instructed and send it to Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley. Someone will take care of the rest."

"Yes, Master."

Quirrell was secretly shocked.

He used to think that he was his master's only support.

Now it seems that there are more people outside waiting for the king to return.

(End of this chapter)