The King of Flags at Hogwarts

Poppy's attempts to charm Dumbledore didn't elicit any comfort from him. He chuckled and said, "You have a natural ability to Apparate. I don't believe anyone can keep you here."

He patted Bobby's head and looked in the direction the man in black had fled.

Tom...

Chapter 14 Schrödinger's Quirrell

Bobby has been sticking to Jady these past two days, which has puzzled those around them.

The two girls also liked to communicate in Chinese, and this encrypted conversation caused the Ravenclaw girls to start distancing themselves from Jady.

But Jady didn't care about any of that.

"They live their lives, what does it have to do with me?" This was the same person Daiyu was before she transmigrated.

It's not about the quantity of friends, but the quality. Bobby can take her out at night, something all those other girls combined can't do.

Actually, Bobby spends all his time with Jady not for any other reason than to watch the drama unfold.

On this day, it was Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's turn to attend Defense Against the Dark Arts class together.

Bobby, full of energy, pulled Jady to sit in the front row.

Jady asked, puzzled, "Professor Quirrell smells like garlic, which I can't stand. What have you been up to this time? Everyone else avoids him like the plague, but you're the one who insists on going up to him."

Bobby said with a grin, "Aren't you going to come closer? I'm afraid you'll regret it later if you avoid him."

This Bobby always says things that are hard to understand.

But even if he was moved to the front row, how could the clever Ravenclaw be stumped?

Jady pulled out a piece of paper, tapped it with her wand, and the white paper transformed into a face mask.

She gracefully put on her mask and gave Bobby a smug look.

Bobby was eager to see Voldemort's reaction when he saw Daiyu. If his face was covered, what would be the point of seeing him? Of course, she wouldn't allow it and reached out to pull off his mask.

Jady was no match for Bobby's strength, and just as her mask was about to be ripped off, Quirrell entered the classroom.

"Bobby, stop messing around, the professor is here."

Bobby stopped instinctively, but then remembered that it wouldn't matter even if she didn't stop, because Quirrell couldn't do anything to her.

Deduct points? You can choose which college to deduct from, but if the dean of the college that got points deducted doesn't have a word with you later, I'll change my surname to yours.

But since we've already stopped, we can only look for another opportunity.

Quirrell was still playing the same timid, stuttering, useless professor. He couldn't even read the textbook properly.

The lesson was about ghouls, and when he read out the types and distribution of ghouls, Bobby raised his hand.

Although he really didn't want to get involved with this little wizard, Quirrell still asked, "Miss Evans, is there a problem?"

"Professor, you said that ghouls don't attack humans, but I've heard that there have been incidents in Albania of hordes of ghouls attacking Muggles. Is that true?"

Quirrell shuddered involuntarily. He had encountered Voldemort in Albania. Was this little wizard hinting at something?

He raised his eyes and carefully observed Bobby's expression, trying to discern something.

But then Bobby subtly pointed at Jade with his right hand, and cast the Restoration Spell!

The mask turned back into a blank sheet of paper, drifted down, and revealed Jady's delicate little face, which seemed to be both happy and sad.

Since the start of the school year, Quirrell has rarely interacted with students in order to perform his role well, so he has never paid attention to Jady, who always sits in the back row.

Seeing her appearance now, Quirrell himself didn't feel anything, at most he would sigh that the girl was quite beautiful, but Voldemort, hidden in his body, was making a big fuss.

"Quirk, I will now take control of your body."

Quirrell reluctantly released control of his body, and the next moment, he began to answer Poppy's question: "Ghouls have extremely low intelligence; they are completely brainless creatures."

All they think about every day is finding food, yet they are timid and afraid of trouble, and dare not have any conflict with humans.

Regarding Miss Evans' question, I think you've got the location wrong. The ghoul attack on Muggles occurred in Romania, not Albania. It's said that a vampire family controlled a ghoul clan and orchestrated the attack.

Therefore, what the book says is correct; under normal circumstances, ghouls are harmless. As for vampires, that's not the topic of this lesson.

All the students looked up in astonishment. Professor Quirrell, who had been stammering, suddenly became eloquent!

In the following class, Professor Quirrell performed exceptionally well, citing numerous sources and speaking eloquently, demonstrating the level expected of an outstanding Ravenclaw graduate.

The young wizards were so captivated by the lesson that they lingered long after it ended, reluctant to leave.

Although Jady was puzzled as to why her Transfiguration had failed, she began to worry that Professor Quirrell might have ulterior motives when she noticed him staring at her.

"Bobby, Professor Quirrell is acting very strangely today."

"Yes, I didn't expect him to be such a good lecturer."

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Jady said anxiously. “Have you noticed that he keeps looking at me today?”

"What's so strange about that? You're so beautiful and gentle, why would I look at you instead?"

"Your glib tongue should be torn to shreds!"

"Haha, at Hogwarts, who can tear my mouth apart? With your skinny arms and legs?"

The two chatted and laughed, playfully teasing each other as they left.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell sat behind the podium, talking to himself.

"Master, I don't understand why you're doing this. We'll be exposed."

"You don't need to worry about it. I will teach all the first-year Ravenclaw classes from now on. I have my reasons."

"...Yes, Master."

In the following weeks, the first-year wizards, excluding Ravenclaw, found Professor Quirrell to be very strange. Sometimes his lessons were brilliant, witty, and of exceptional skill; other times he would revert to his old, stammering, and rote-reading manner.

Before each class, no one knew what Professor Quirrell would be like that day. Quirrell was like Schrödinger's cat.

Soon, with Hermione's reminder, everyone realized that Quirinus Quirrell only acted like a real professor when he was teaching first-year Ravenclaw wizards.

There are many theories about why this phenomenon occurs, but the most widely accepted explanation is that Professor Quirrell is a relative of one of the first-year Ravenclaw wizards, and he used his exceptional skills to teach him so as not to hinder his relative's child.

This explanation reached Professor McGonagall's ears, and our vice-principal called Professor Quirrell into his office and gave him a good lecture.

Then, for reasons unknown, Quirrell started teaching properly, regardless of the house or grade level.

Poor Quirrell, he racked his brains to create a nobody persona for himself, only to have it ruined by his own master.

As Bobby ate his boiled beef, he pondered his next move to shift the suspicion of the Philosopher's Stone from Snape's godfather to Quirrell.

Harry, standing beside her, excitedly told Bobby, "Cousin Bobby, Wood taught me today! Let me tell you, Quidditch is so much fun!"

"Yes, yes, Quidditch is the most fun."

Bobby was preoccupied with his own thoughts and had no time to pay attention to Harry.

"The first match is after Halloween, and I don't know if we can win."

Bobby stopped eating and looked up at Harry: "Harry, are you sure you want me to predict whether you'll win?"

Harry was also taken aback, but then realized that his cousin was a jinx!

He shook his head repeatedly: "No need, no need. We'll just do our best to play well. There's no need for my little cousin to make predictions."

After the meal, Bobby patted his belly, satisfied, and went to find Flitwick to practice dueling.

Ever since that day he fought Voldemort, Dumbledore has arranged for Flitwick to intensify his combat training.

Suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder. Bobby turned around and saw Jady.

"You haven't contacted me these past few days, and you've even eaten in Gryffindor. Did I do something to annoy you?"

"Oh my, my dear lady, how could I possibly get tired of you? Even the best of friends need some distance, right?"

Besides, if I'm glued to you all day long, how will you have time to think about your brother Li?

"Oh dear, you're such a smooth talker, you can even bring the dead back to life with your words."

The two girls went upstairs talking.

However, they didn't notice that someone in the stairwell had overheard their entire conversation.

He emerged from the shadows, his face beaming with undisguised joy; it was Quirinus Quirrell, who was being controlled by Voldemort.

Chapter 15 Rampage

Bobby eventually lost the motivation to attend classes with his friends.

Pretending to be cool for a moment is fun, but if you keep doing it, your friends will turn out badly.

If you're always like that, you'll have no friends!

Besides, the homework given by her godparents was too heavy, and her little body could hardly bear it.

Halloween has finally arrived, and the young wizards have been studying at Hogwarts for two months.

Bobby ran to Hagrid's cabin early in the morning and helped him hollow out the enormous pumpkin.

Hagrid was adept at tending to both animals and plants. Even in a magical world, the idea of ​​growing a pumpkin to the point where it could actually be made into a "pumpkin carriage" was quite absurd.

"Bobby, is that all? I'm so grateful for your help."

Rubeus Hagrid, the half-giant forest ranger, is actually Bobby's best friend at Hogwarts, without a doubt.

It's not that whoever provides milk is our mother, or that whoever provides food is our best friend.

Of course, Poppy could get a lot of rare ingredients from Hagrid, but what really made them friends was their compatible personalities.

Hagrid is simple-minded, almost to the point of being naive. Bobby, on the other hand, is far more cunning than anyone else, but she simply enjoys being friends with people like Hagrid—sincere and easy to get along with.

"Hagrid, we're practically family, no need for thanks!"

"Yes, Bobby is right. Why don't we come inside and have something to eat and drink?"

Bobby raised her delicate eyebrows. Hagrid was good at everything, except for his inexplicable confidence in the rock-skin cakes he made.

He always liked to let people taste his cakes.