Pure Blood Glory at Hogwarts

"Professor Quirrell doesn't look very energetic."

After finishing a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Quirrell quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.Harry, on the other hand, said to Ron while packing up the books on the table.

And there were no books on Ron's desk at all, so he just watched Harry tidy up.

"Isn't he always like this? I heard he was fine when he taught Slytherin. Is he the head of Slytherin?"

Ron complained mercilessly, then glanced at Harry and said, "I said, why did you put the book out? Anyway, we don't need it in class."

"And, Harry, do you remember what the note was? Professor Quirrell's adventures?"

Seamus sat on the stool, turned around, and said with a teasing face, "I looked, we are together, only you and Hermione are taking notes."

Harry could hear the disrespect for Professor Quirrell in their words.

But he had nothing to refute.After all, Professor Quirrell is really not a likable professor.

Among other things, his prejudice against students can be seen from the fact that he was obviously wrong when he was in Slytherin class.

Then don't expect the students to respect him equally.

But if Harry remembered correctly, Professor Quirrell should have graduated from Ravenclaw.Why is it biased toward Slytherin now?

"I just think this course is very important. Maybe the professor has some knowledge that can be used."

Harry explained it to everyone.Feeling that you are different from your partners can inevitably cause a little uneasiness.So he could only explain quickly.

"This class is indeed very important." Ron nodded seriously, "But there is one class that is more important!"

After finally tidying up, Harry asked suspiciously, "What class?"

He recalled Ron's usual performance: "Is it a transformation class?"

In his impression, when Ron was taking the Transfiguration class, he was already quite serious.Of course, Potions was the most serious class, but it was unlikely that it wasn't because Ron thought it was important.

"No! Of course it's flying lessons!"

Ron said with some excitement: "We are about to usher in our first flight lesson!"

Harry shook his head helplessly.It was not the first time he heard about flying lessons today.It seems that many friends around me are looking forward to this course.

Even they are still bragging, including but not limited to flying a helicopter race with Muggles, and flying to London at the age of four on the family's broom.

Children, I can understand.He remembered that Luke listened with great interest, and even took out a strange crystal ball, as if he was recording.

But when everyone asked about Luke's flying level, Luke just said that he had never been in contact with flying, so it's best to wait until the flight class is over to talk about the specific situation.

And at this time Malfoy will pop out, so that Luke doesn't have to worry, he can teach Luke, and he promises to teach Luke to be a qualified Quidditch player.

Speaking of which, he seemed looking forward to playing Quidditch with Luke.

Although Luke doesn't look too keen on it.

They walked out of the classroom, and when they were in the corridor, Ron suddenly noticed Neville, who was looking pretty good.

"You're in a good mood! Neville!"

"Of course! I haven't been teased by Peeves for a few days. Sure enough, life is good without Peeves. Even better without Snape!"

Neville said briskly.

Harry looked at Neville, who was happier and more confident than he had seen the first time, and clearly felt the power of companionship.

"Speaking of which, I heard from Lee Jordan," Seamus said as if he suddenly remembered something, "Peeves seemed to have lost his temper a few days ago and made a lot of noise in the dungeon. He even shouted to let The man who attacked him will pay the price!"

"Someone attacked Peeves? Was Peeves injured?"

Luke frowned slightly when he heard the words of the bloody Baron, although he was very confident in Peeves' extraordinary.But the opponent is also Voldemort after all.But between the two, it is hard to say who is the camel who died.

"Peves suffered a little loss, but he said that the other party will definitely not feel well."

The bloody Baro said, "He disappeared after being injured, just let me tell you. I think he may be recuperating now, and at the same time, he is thinking of some ways to torment that opponent."

"Can you find out where he is?"

Luke pressed.

And Barrow shook his head silently, and then said: "Impossible, my lord, if Peeves doesn't want to be found, then no one will be able to find him."

Luke heard this, and then glanced at the kitten lying at his feet.

Booker rolled his eyes at him, then covered his face with his tail.

Luke felt his blood pressure go up.Still, he took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Okay, please keep an eye on Peeves for me, and let me know as soon as he appears."

After hearing these words, the bloody Baro put one hand on his chest and said seriously, "I obey, my lord."

Luke nodded, and kicked Booker lightly: "Let's go, go back to sleep."

Booker got up slowly, stretched himself, and followed Luke's footsteps.

In the office, Quirrell was looking hideous on his sofa, feeling like he was wailing in pain.But no sound came out.

The sofa was torn and deformed, and the withered fist made a heavy muffled sound when it hit the sofa.The originally fitting clothes became looser at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The originally rather plump face suddenly shrank, and then suddenly rose again.Only the back of the head remained unchanged.

Quirrell's pain came to an end after 10 minutes.

He fell to the ground, then struggled hard and crawled towards the desk not far ahead.

After about half a minute, he finally completed the distance that was only a few steps away.

He pulled the drawer hard, and when he pulled it halfway, his hand slipped off the handle once, and then he grabbed the handle again, and finally pulled the drawer out.

He reached in and groped, and brought out a bottle of potion.

Quirrell put the potion bottle to his mouth and swallowed greedily.

The brown potion disappeared quickly.And Quirrell's figure quickly changed back to its original shape.

The empty medicine bottle fell on the carpet, making a not-so-clear sound.

Quirrell panted heavily and stood up from the ground covered in sweat.

He staggered and sat on the sofa again, panting heavily, his eyes were full of horror and fear, and he looked as if he had escaped from death.

And in his mind, Voldemort was roaring.

"More power! Quirrell! More power!"

"I want further recovery!"

"I want it! Get rid of it! That damned one! Ghost!"

As for Quirrell, he could only remain motionless like a dying person.