The King of Flags at Hogwarts

"Hey, isn't this our Quidditch princess, Bobby Evans? Why aren't you sitting with your teammates? Why are you sitting here with me?"

Bobby sighed, “If I sat at the Gryffindor table, do you believe I wouldn’t even get to eat breakfast all morning?”

"Is this a quiet place for you? It's clear that I'm not as important to you as these tables and chairs."

Bobby said with a grin, "If it weren't for my little sister Daiyu here, I probably wouldn't have come to the Great Hall. The kitchen is right next to Hufflepuff. Last night, Father Flitwick had something to do, so I slept at Professor Sprows's place."

"Hmph, at least you still have some conscience," Daiyu raised her head, then realized it didn't suit her usual image, and immediately chuckled to herself, "You have no idea how worried I was yesterday, that I actually bumped into that monstrous-looking Flint, what were you thinking?"

Although Jady's words were full of complaints, Bobby could still hear the deep concern in them. After all, she was Daiyu, whose soul had grown up. Although she could be a little temperamental at times, she was much more considerate than Hermione, who was a real child.

Time flies, and Bobby is getting closer and closer to his freedom.

Finally, after Bobby counted on his fingers for a week, Professor Quirrell returned to Hogwarts.

From then on, Bobby completely let loose. Apart from having to tell her teacher before entering the Forbidden Forest, she felt that this was the most comfortable period of her life since she transmigrated.

The "kind and amiable" Professor Snape from Potions class was gone, and his sharp tongue had returned to dominate the Potions classroom.

Professor Snape's schizophrenia seems to have been cured, so the one suffering the most is none other than Harry Potter.

Because in Snape's mouth, Harry had another nickname: "a little pervert like your father."

"Bobby?"

Jady interrupted Bobby, who was enjoying his meal, because she thought Bobby's eating was too coarse.

"Daiyu, what's wrong?"

"I have Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon. I was wondering if you'd be free to keep me company?"

Why?

"Professor Quirrell always looked at me with a strange look, and I was afraid to be alone."

That's not Quirrell looking at you.

Little sister, that's your brother from the Li family!

Bobby nodded: "No problem, I'll go with you!"

Seeing that Bobby answered readily, Jady nodded in satisfaction: "Since you're being so good, here, I'll reward you with a lion's head."

When they arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Professor Quirrell stood on the podium with a broad smile.

Quirrell was very different at this point.

The cloth strip on his head had been removed, revealing his short, brownish-yellow hair, which looked like it had just grown out, especially at the back of his head where the hair was somewhat sparse.

Quirrell no longer smelled of garlic and looked much fresher.

He just had a pair of gloves on his hands.

With a few minutes left before class, Bobby asked, "Professor, aren't you afraid of being chased by vampires and witches anymore? And you don't need that turban to bring you good luck anymore?"

Quirrell was taken aback, not expecting this little devil to suddenly ask a question.

He had already prepared a standard answer and replied immediately, "Yes, Miss Evans. I took leave this time to completely eliminate the threat of vampires. Look, I succeeded," he raised his gloved hand and waved it in the air, "Although I suffered some minor injuries and the wounds are still a bit gruesome, to be honest, I have nothing to fear now."

Bobby ignored Quirrell's explanation; anyone who believed such an obvious lie was a fool.

She was simply confused.

Where did that big Li brother go?

Yes, Quirrell is now completely clean, without any foreign objects on him. Voldemort is gone.

Although Quirrell was still a little weak, it was clear that the large parasite was no longer inside him.

Throughout the entire class, Quirrell didn't pay any special attention to Jady even once.

After class, Bobby said to Jady, "Look, Professor Quirrell didn't even glance at you once during the entire class today. I'm telling you, you're just worrying unnecessarily."

Jady was quite embarrassed: "I'm so sorry for wasting your class time. How about I embroider some personal items for you? I haven't touched a needle and thread in a long time, and I don't know if I can do it well."

Bobby chuckled and patted Jady's little hand: "What are you thinking about? I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of kindness."

"I'm leaving! I need to talk to the teacher about something."

After saying goodbye to Jadi, Bo dashed to the principal's office like a rocket.

"Hehehe, little Bobby, you've finally come to this old man's place?"

Poppy was a little embarrassed. To be honest, she hadn't been to the principal's office once since she temporarily took over Potions class.

Even when she needed to report to Dumbledore about going to the Forbidden Forest these past two days, she sent her Patronus to deliver the message.

"No way, teacher, I think about you every day, but I've just been too busy."

"Yes, yes, our little Bobby is the busiest. Collecting unicorn fur is a big deal for her!"

Bobby chuckled twice and immediately changed the subject: "Teacher, did you know? Voldemort isn't with Quirrell anymore."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "Of course I know. I knew the day he came back."

The old man spread a pile of candy on the table. "Have as much as you like, kid."

Bobby raised his left eyebrow; this old man was up to something again.

Sure enough, the next moment Dumbledore said, "I was just about to look for you, but you came here on your own."

He stood up and woke up Fox, who was sleeping. Fox, who was a little unhappy, saw Bobby and immediately flew happily to her shoulder, nuzzling her face affectionately and chirping incessantly, as if accusing her of "you heartless man who doesn't even come to see me."

"You know, the one at the end of the corridor on the third floor."

Bobby nodded, indicating that he understood.

Dumbledore continued, "Now that Voldemort is gone, and he seems to have lost interest in the Philosopher's Stone, the trials and training for Harry must continue. So I wanted to ask you, what do you think about this?"

What else can we do but look with our eyes?

Of course, you can't answer a teacher like that; it's too impolite.

Our Bobby is a model student, so she didn't hesitate to betray her own godfather: "Let Godfather Snape pretend to steal the Philosopher's Stone. If one target is gone, we can just set up another."

Old Deng smiled at Bobby: "The idea is excellent, but Severus is very busy. He and Felius both have very important things to do lately, so they may not have time to manage this matter..."

Bobby had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the centenarian coin Dumbledore said, "Your disguise as Magus can come in handy now, since you're the one with the most empty pocket in all of Hogwarts right now."

55555, I knew it! Free stuff doesn't exist at all!

Chapter 25 Is all the dark wizard can do besides eating melons?

Bobby left the principal's office grumbling.

Of course, those swear words were cursed in his mind, and he cursed them very loudly. If Dumbledore used Legilimency, he would definitely hear them!

Unfortunately, Old Deng trusted his young apprentice very much and never used Legilimency on her from childhood to adulthood, which made Bobby very regretful—what was she trying to achieve by learning Occlumency at the age of seven?

However, Old Deng wouldn't use Legilimency on her, but she wanted to use it on others, all for the sake of the mission!

After a pleasant and quick dinner with Jady (Bobby still didn't dare go to the long table on the Gryffindor side), she Apparated into the Anti-Dark Magic Office before Professor Quirrell returned.

She dared not go through the main entrance. At least five curses were placed on the door. She could Apparate at Hogwarts, so why would she go through the main entrance?

Illusion Spell, Silence Spell.

After finishing her preparations, Bobby huddled in the corner, acting as a decorative vase, quietly waiting for Quirrell's return.

Quirrell didn't have many friends at Hogwarts, so he went straight back to his office after finishing his meal, without keeping Bobby waiting too long.

Bobby could only glance at Quirrell out of the corner of her eye, because it was said that sensitive wizards could sense when someone was watching them.

Although she didn't think Quirrell had the ability, it was always better to be safe than sorry.

Quirrell threw himself into the seat, which slid back a few inches with a creaking sound.

He took off his gloves. His right hand was normal, without the grotesque scars he had described. His left hand... the entire left hand had a mercury-like sheen. It was clearly an alchemical creation. Quirrell's original left hand was gone.

However, Poppy's focus right now isn't on that; it's on Quirrell's thoughts about the Philosopher's Stone.

She secretly used Legilimency.

"Damn it, damn it! Am I really that useless? My master just abandoned me like this?"

"No, no, no! This is a test from my master. Yes, it must be, this must be a test from my master!"

"Last time, even Master himself couldn't get the magic stone; that three-headed hound was indeed difficult to deal with. But if I can get the magic stone, wouldn't that prove that my talent is... above all else?"

"No, no, I absolutely cannot think like that, Master will find out. Even if I obtained the magic stone, it was because of Master's meticulous planning and scheme."

"Yes, yes, this must be the master's plan. Restoring my body and bringing me back is just giving me the opportunity to steal the magic stone, isn't it?"

"Cerberus, Cerberus, what should we do with Cerberus? Oh right, this big dog belongs to Rubeus Hagrid, we can start with that big idiot..."

"Is it said that Rupert Hagrid is very fond of dragons?"

"Dragon eggs aren't cheap; they almost cost me a semester's salary..."

"No, what are mere money compared to the great cause of our master?"

Quirrell suddenly put on his left glove, stood up, and turned to look at where Bobby was hiding.

Even if he were slow to react, he could still sense the abnormal feeling of being possessed and having his mind manipulated.

"Who is it? Who's there?!"

Quirrell stared intently at that corner and pulled out his wand.

"If you don't come out soon, I'm going to attack! I'm the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and for the sake of teaching, I have permission to use the Unforgivable Curse!"

Quirrell stepped toward the corner and raised his wand to his chest.

Although Poppy was under the effects of the Disillusionment Charm and the Calmness Charm, she didn't dare to breathe too loudly. Quirrell was getting closer and closer to the corner, and his wand began to glow.

In Poppy's eyes, the flow of magic within him was so familiar—Avada Kedavra!

In the instant the green light flashed, Poppy used Apparition to escape.

Fortunately, his phantom teleportation was silent and undetectable, so Quirrell might not notice.

Inside the Black Magic Defense office, Quirrell's giant melon-eating device hit the wall, damaging a large section of it.