Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Doesn't it mean that Quirrell is better than Voldemort?

All the Qi Luo people were numb.

This little thing's bullshit.

On the surface, it appears to be praising oneself.

But in fact, you are putting yourself on the fire!

Because Voldemort is possessed by the back of Quirrell's head.

So what is Voldemort's mood like.

Qi Luo could feel it clearly.

And just now...

He clearly felt a surge of anger rising to the top of his head.

It certainly wasn't his own anger.

As to who it belongs to.

Needless to say?

"No, no, no! I used to be a professor of Muggle Studies."

"I just started being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year!"

"It's not like he was rehired as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor right after graduation!"

Quirrell was so frightened that he couldn't even stutter when he spoke.

This scene is a medical miracle!

"So... I am totally inferior to those people who are confident enough to apply for professor positions right after graduation."

"Yes! Far inferior!"

After Qi Luo said this.

Sure enough, I found that Voldemort's mood had calmed down a little.

Although after going back.

A torture was inevitable.

but……

At least it's not that serious.

Blake smiled.

Receive a silver treasure chest created by panic.

There is also a golden treasure chest that is created due to anger.

Continue with your output.

"But... Professor Quirrell."

"You obviously applied for a teaching position right after graduation, didn't you?"

"Although I started out as a professor of Muggle Studies."

"But...this application was successful!"

"And Headmaster Dumbledore has asked you to transfer from your teaching position in Muggle Studies to that of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Doesn't this prove that your excellence has been recognized by Professor Dumbledore?"

"This is much better than those people who were rejected as soon as they applied, right?"

Blake's words had barely escaped his lips.

Quirrell only felt it on the back of his head.

The anger that had been temporarily suppressed suddenly rose up again!

"Ouch! What are you doing~ Ouch!"

The Quirrells are going crazy.

Rack your brains.

It was not easy to calm Voldemort's anger.

This guy is short on words.

This aroused Voldemort's anger again!

Tell me, why did you make him angry?

You pissed him off.

As soon as the get out of class is over, you just pack up and leave.

then what do I do?

When the time comes, he will hold me down and relieve my anger.

Isn't it still me?

You bastard!

Quirrell now hated that little bastard Black to death.

He saw Blake's admiring expression.

I just want to slap him twice.

Then sew his mouth shut!

But he still had to put on a smile in the face of Blake's question.

no way.

They are clearly praising you!

What can you do when someone praises you? !

"Thank...thank you for the compliment."

"But...but I really can't afford it..."

Quirrell was almost crying.

The guy at the back of the head was really angry.

He felt the back of his head burning.

Qi Luo felt like the back of his head was on fire!

"Ding! Extremely angry emotions detected."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a diamond treasure chest!"

Blake was delighted.

As expected of you, Voldemort!

The explosion rate is high!

Suddenly it's a golden treasure chest.

There is also a diamond treasure chest!

As for the several silver treasure chests that Qi Luo dropped.

That's all extra!

"No, you can afford it!"

"No! I can't bear it..."

Quirrell glanced feebly at the time.

Because it is a large class that is held consecutively.

So now there are still 40 minutes left before get out of class ends...

"How...how am I supposed to spend these 40 minutes..."

The Quirrells were going crazy.

"Classmate, that's enough, let's go back to the previous story..."

Quirrell couldn't help it.

I had to be tough, which was rare.

Forcefully brought the topic back to the topic.

Blake smiled.

No further entanglement.

One gold treasure chest and one diamond treasure chest.

almost.

Just accept it as soon as you see fit.

There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, right?

Quirrell saw that Black had finally shut up.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

at last……

ended.

Although after class.

I am about to be punished by my master.

but……

At least now I don't have to suffer anymore.

Voldemort was at the back of his head.

So Voldemort's emotions fluctuate too much.

It would give him a splitting headache.

Just as Qi Luo was about to continue telling his boring story.

Until the end of get out of class.

A hoarse voice appeared in his mind.

"Give me control of your body..."

"Master...what are you going to do?"

"give it to me!"

"You can't be impulsive! This is Hogwarts."

"That old fellow Dumbledore has always been here!"

"I know my limits! Give me control of your body!"

Voldemort's demands were irrefutable.

then.

In everyone's eyes.

Quirrell, who was telling a boring story, suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head.

Then lift it up again.

The little wizard in the classroom suddenly had an illusion.