Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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After having dinner with his friends, he walked up to the third floor of the castle alone, and came to "Defense Against the Dark Arts", in front of Quilinus Quillo's office.

"Boom, boom, boom."

At seven o'clock exactly, Klein pulled the pair of brass lion knockers on the door.

"Squeak~"

The door opened, sending out the peculiar movement of old wooden products.Quilinus Chilo stood still in the middle of the room, smiled and looked at Klein outside the door, and reached out to invite him.

"Ah~ Grindelwald, you... I'm so glad you are here. Please... come in."

"Good evening, Professor Quirrell."

Klein smiled and walked into the office generously.

"Sit down, Grindelwald, I...I'll get you a snack."

With a wave of his magic wand, Quirrell closed the door and stammered Klein to sit down.Although he thought he was doing it secretly, Klein still noticed a slight magic wave at the moment he swung his wand.

This office completely cut off the outside view.

"What is this going to do? Cast a spell on me?"

He was a little funny, but his face didn't show the slightest.Klein sat on the only low sofa in Quirrell's office very well-behaved, and said.

"Professor, listen to Draco, you have something to teach me about the spell, right?"

Quirrell and Draco Malfoy were talking about "communication," but when they came to Klein, it became "teaching."I have to say that this unmarked compliment made Qi Luo quite comfortable, so that the smile he deliberately disguised was a little natural.

"Haha...what do I have to teach us the genius of Hogwarts...you know...I'm just a nerd, I don't have much skill."

Quillinas Quillow is an honors student who graduated from Ravenclaw. The other party belittled himself so much that even Klein couldn't listen to it.But thinking of the plan, he had to resist the urge to take out the wand and kill Voldemort directly, repeatedly waving his hands pretending to be humble, saying that he still had a lot to learn.

"Good boy... Grindelwald, good... boy."

Quirrell served two cups of black tea and a plate of biscuits.

"Come on, have a taste."

"Thank you."

Although I had eaten a lot in the restaurant just now, it was obviously difficult to refuse Quirrell's "kindness" at this time. Klein picked up the tea cup and increased his vigilance in his heart.

However, the warning magic that was applied to him in advance did not occur, which made him quite strange.

Why didn't Voldemort do it yet?

"Master, why don't we do it?"

In fact, Quirrell, with a smile on his face, could no longer contain the endless malice in his heart.But Voldemort's weak voice kept ringing in his mind, always reminding him to be cautious and not impulsive.

It is not the time yet.

"Grindelwald... I heard that you are German..."

Squeezing the impatience in his heart, Quirrell rolled his eyes and spoke with a smirk, his face filled with habitual flattery.

"Yes, Professor Quirrell, I'm from Berlin."

Neither humble nor overbearing answer, Klein's eyes were as clear and pure as a spring in the early spring.

"Really beautiful eyes."

Voldemort, who shared his senses, admired it secretly, and such a pure soul aroused the greed in his heart.

He must get this body!

"Berlin is a good place..."

Obviously feeling the master's desire for the damn kid in front of him, Quirrell smiled unnaturally on his face.

Picking up the teacup, he then spoke.

"Talk about topics related to spells...mantras. I am very interested in your newly improved...newly improved spells."

Interested in the spell?What about a liar?

Klein smiled secretly in his heart, but continued to follow the other party's words. In addition to the "improved healing curse," he also deliberately revealed his unique understanding of other curses.Cool Pen Fun Pavilion www.ku162.com

That's right, it's a "billion" point understanding...

The more he listened, the more frightened, Quirrell's face gradually stiffened.

"Haha...great, as expected...genius."

When Klein stopped talking, he hurriedly squeezed out a dry smile that was uglier than crying and complimented him.

After the conversation turned, Quirrell rubbed his hands.

"It's really impressive...I...I also have some research experience here, do you want to see it..."

"Really, that's great."

The corners of Klein's mouth raised slightly and his smile was very bright.

The child was indeed a child. Seeing Klein's defenseless expression, Quirrell unconsciously felt a different kind of pride in his heart.He pretended to turn around and went to the desk to get his research experience, but at the moment of turning around, the big turban wrapped behind his head suddenly shot out a terrible green light, hitting Klein's forehead!

"fast!"

Voldemort's voice was very urgent, and the dementing light just now was his last magic power.

After hearing this, Quirrell quickly turned around, laid the dull-eyed Klein flat on the sofa, and roughly tore off his big scarf.

Even if he is reluctant in his heart, it is the will of the master and he must not defy it.

"The soul is out of the body."

Putting his wand against his face, Quirrell's voice was shaking.And after the "Leaving Soul Curse" he cast took effect, a heart-cutting pain spread throughout his body.

"what!"

The feeling like a thousand knives made Qi Luo hissing.

"You are mine!"

In Quirrell's screaming scream, Voldemort was laughing wildly at Jiejie, the twisted soul, like a black giant snake, rushed towards Klein very madly.

As long as he gets into that young and talented body, he will make a comeback!

but.......

Things did not go as smoothly as Voldemort had imagined.

"Deng! Bu! Lee! More!"

It only takes a moment to fall from heaven to hell.

The laughter was still reverberating in the closed office, and Voldemort suddenly let out a scream worse than Quirrell.

The moment he touched Klein’s skin, he was melting as fast as ice and snow in the scorching sun!

He vaguely saw a "bird" in Klein's soul...

Phoenix!

It must be Phoenix!

Albus Dumbledore, the old immortal, actually cast a guardian spell on the body he longed for!

Damn it!Damn it!Damn it!Damn it!Damn it!

Voldemort cursed Dumbledore over and over in his heart, but he didn't know that he had cursed the wrong person.

That bird is not a phoenix.

It's a crow.

Klein's patron saint.

"Ah."

Klein lying on the sofa was extremely happy. With this little lesson, Voldemort must be honest for a long time and dare not think about it.

After finally cutting the soul, Voldemort screamed and got into Quirrell's body and fell into a weak sleep.

And Quillo, the second victim, even vomited a few large mouthfuls of blood, and his sallow and sallow face was now completely gone.

Endless hatred poured out from the bottom of my heart.

Seeing Klein who was "sleeping" on the sofa, he clenched his fists, his nails pierced deeply into the skin, dripping red blood.