[HP]Love and Hogwarts

Quirrell obviously obeyed the voice. As soon as the almost commanding voice fell, Kahn saw him and clapped his hands obediently. The rope binding Harry slipped away, allowing him to regain his freedom.

Harry wanted to delay as much time as possible, but at this point he could only walk to the mirror bravely. Otherwise, what else could he do? He would not be able to fight the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher head-on. , can only observe opportunities silently.

Kahn watched him stand still in front of the mirror. A few minutes later, everything was still calm. Harry was still the same Harry, and there was no change in him. Quirrell cursed and drove him away again, and Kahn didn't notice. She was too young to know what was going on in the dark, but the voice had clearly discovered the secret that Harry was trying so hard to hide.

"He's talking panic... Let me talk to him, face to face."

Kahn cheered up, blinked and looked over like an owl, staring closely at Quirrell, trying to see how the voice wanted to talk face to face.

Under the gaze of the two of them, Quirrell slowly reached out to his scarf that he never untied. The big scarf fell down bit by bit. After losing the scarf, Kahn realized that his head looked simply... It was surprisingly small, as if it could only accommodate his five senses. It appeared on the human body, full of a strange sense of incongruity, and on the back of that small head, a ferocious and terrifying face suddenly appeared. .

Even Kahn, who didn't care about other people's appearance at all, couldn't help but be silent for a second. It's not that he felt ugly - but it was indeed not very good-looking. It's just that although the face still maintained human facial features, with a nose and eyes, it was limited to It has a nose, eyes, and a mouth. It looks more like a snake face than a human face.

Kahn suddenly understood that there was only one person in the entire wizarding world who could continue to survive in this way, and that was the long-dead Voldemort. In this case, the unicorn who died in the Forbidden Forest and Quirrell's behavior of stealing the Philosopher's Stone are explained. Voldemort must have spent a lot of money to live in Quirrell's head like a parasite like this. The price was so high that he had to drink unicorn blood to stay alive.

The blood of a unicorn can only be touched by those with noble souls that match it as a last resort. If a dirty soul drinks its blood, it will become a half-dead evil body. Obviously, no matter it is Neither a demon like Voldemort, who has killed countless people, nor Quirrell, who has given up his dignity and is willing to let others live in his brain, can match a pure unicorn.

"No wonder he praises Voldemort every day for being so good and powerful. He's like a missionary of Voldemort's religion. The person he's praising is right in front of him. He can't say anything else." Kahn looked at Quirrell's face directly opposite and whispered. He muttered, "It's true that Voldemort is not ashamed to hear other people praise him like that every day. He is quite thick-skinned..."

The more she spoke, the softer she spoke, and finally she simply shut up and began to study Quirrell's new look. Not to mention, it was really convenient for him to do this. He could just go to that station and chat face to face with both the pros and cons. He seems to be a very polite person. Behind Quirrell, Voldemort was threatening Harry to hand over the Philosopher's Stone. Quirrell, who did not dare to say a word, could only glance at Kahn while listening to the great master's words.

The look in his eyes this time was not as complicated and profound as last time. She immediately understood what he meant, and it was also very simple - let her find a place to go away.

"Catch him!" Voldemort stopped talking in that seductive voice and screamed. It seemed that he and Harry had broken up. Quirrell had already prepared for this moment. He rushed forward and grabbed his arm firmly.

At this time, Harry had no time to pay attention to Kahn. All his thoughts were on not letting Quirrell take away the Sorcerer's Stone, and he resisted to the death. Otherwise, as long as he looked back, he would be surprised to find that in Hogwart... In the eyes of almost everyone, Kahn, who has always been as calm as a mirror and has never shown any negative emotions, now looks a little more irritable. This emotion is very inconsistent with her, but it also makes her change. More substantial, no longer so airy.

Harry and Quirrell were fighting inseparably. It was hard to say how an experienced teacher could fail to fight evenly with a student who had just entered the wizarding world for less than a year, but it was indeed the case. Harry didn't know what he had used. No way, as soon as his hand touched Quirrell's skin, Quirrell would feel like he had touched scalding boiling water. Blisters sprouted up one after another on his skin quickly, and he couldn't help shouting in pain. , and Voldemort, who felt no pain at all, was not only unable to help, but also kept urging him to kill Harry Potter quickly.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Kahn thought she would laugh out loud. Fortunately, that bad thing didn't happen. The smile seemed to be just her imagination. She still couldn't hide her irritation, but she couldn't take action at all. Now it seems that Quirrell is in a weak position. He has no way to deal with Harry. He can't even touch his skin, and he can't distance himself and take out his wand.

But as long as Kahn helps him, even if it's just a small fluorescent spell to dazzle Harry's eyes and make him make a mistake for a second, I'm afraid she won't be able to stay in Hogwarts anymore. On the other hand, , and she didn't want Harry to die in Quirrell's hands at all. He was a young savior who carried a lot of hope. She didn't want him to die in this dirty room without accomplishing anything.

But due to a certain psychology, she couldn't generously help Harry to beat Quirrell. The best decision now was to just stand there stupidly and wait for them to fight to the death. This was the best choice. She is not someone who will ignore her choice just because she is hot-tempered. This is different from her going to the Forbidden Forest and coming here. She is willing to take these decisions no matter what happens, but this time she only needs to help one of them. I'm not sure if I will regret not helping in the future - but I definitely won't, because this is their original ending.

They seemed to have been fighting for a long time, but in fact it was only a short while. Soon, Quirrell and Harry both fell to the ground and fainted. Kahn raised his hand and cast a buffering charm on them, so that they could not As for falling to the ground all of a sudden, his head was bruised and bloody.

Voldemort's body turned into a black mist, and he was quickly pulling away from Quirrell. Without any hesitation, he decided to abandon the chess piece. When the black mist was about to leave the house, he suddenly looked back. Kahn, the arc of the head turn was so small that if she hadn't been staring, she probably wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Quietly looking at the black figure that quickly disappeared like a wild dog running for its life, she lowered her head and looked at Harry's injuries first. He was breathing steadily and had only a few scratches on his body. It seemed that he was fine.

Quirrell on the other side was miserable. When she found that he was still breathing, she raised an eyebrow in surprise, but she knew that this was only temporary. Although Voldemort relied on his body to survive in the past, now, The moment he had to drink the unicorn blood, the situation was completely reversed.

She sat down next to Quirrell, and after a while she realized that he had opened his eyes at some point, and was now looking straight at the ceiling without saying anything. He obviously knew that Voldemort had left, so he just lay down in despair, without the willpower to get up and kill Harry, who was now defenseless.

"...I am a student of Ravenclaw." He said without warning. After looking, Kahn didn't answer. He didn't want to listen to other people's replies, but continued as if he was lost in memories: "Ahem, cough...even in the smartest Ravenclaw, I have never lost to others...I soon got what I wanted. In order to gain recognition, I am full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge like all Ravenclaws, but the more I study, the more I feel insignificant."

"Ah."

He finally looked at her and said, "No one can stop a Ravenclaw's thirst for knowledge, not even me. In order to gain first-hand practical experience, I can accumulate more practice in Defense Against the Dark Arts. After traveling to the dark forest, I met vampires and witches, and once again became deeply aware of my own insignificance and cowardice."

Is this talking to her about his revolving door? Without saying anything, Kahn nodded silently.

"I went to Albania on a trip, and finally encountered a turning point in my life..." His voice became lower and lower, as if he might stop at any time, but he continued, perhaps because he didn't want to leave nothing behind. He would die soon, so he wanted to leave at least a part of his life behind.

"There, I met Lord Voldemort. He is not as small as a speck of dust like other humans. He is powerful, intelligent, and resourceful. His words are full of temptation. Before I knew it, I had agreed to be his servant. Not even a Death Eater."

"Then do you regret it?" Kahn said.

"I don't know." He took several breaths before replying.

Kahn didn't persuade him to stop talking and take a break. After he finished speaking, the air became silent until he spoke again to break the atmosphere.

"...Have I fulfilled your responsibility to respect your elders?" He looked at Kahn and asked in a low voice inexplicably. She found that his pupils had begun to dilate.

"That's too bad, but since you didn't say anything about me just now, I'll give you a pass,...Teacher." At this point, she still didn't have the consciousness to say anything.

"Tch, you're really hard to take care of." He rolled his eyes at her and stopped talking.

It was several seconds before Kahn realized he was dead.