Hogwarts founder returns to campus

If you want to ask which course Salazar is still interested in, then one of them is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that is being prepared.

Not only because this course was promoted by him alone, so I want to see how far this course has developed.Another point is also an important reason, and that is the current teacher of this course-Quirinas Quirrell.

One is that on the night of the first day of school, Quirinus Quirrell went strangely, sneaked into the library and read books about large magical animals, and secondly, because Quirinus Quirrell was originally responsible for teaching Ma The teacher of melon studies class.

Salazar needs such a teacher now, a wizard who is familiar with Muggles. Whether or not that Muggle Copernicus can restore his memory, he has to make some precautions.

Of course, he has worked hard all his life, and he doesn't think much about doing everything himself if he wants to promote the integration of the world, so finding useful helpers is the top priority.

But Quirrell's performance in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was too disappointing.

According to Salazar's words, it is to put a red hat on the podium for students to copy, and they can learn more useful knowledge through copying.

The red cap is a kind of strange magical animal, where there is blood, there are traces of them.

They have twinkling red eyes and sharp, curved claws.They will gather where there is blood, soak the hat on the top of the head in a pool of blood, and keep the bright red color, hence the name red hat.

These basic knowledge can be obtained by drawing a copy of the red hat, which is more exciting than the class that Quirrell is currently taking.

Quirrell could only use stammering words to recite the words in the textbook, without his own understanding, and would not explain it.

As a teacher, he buried his head in reading according to the book, and the other students had to endure the strong smell of garlic on Quirinus Quirrell's headscarf, and they could neither sleep peacefully nor concentrate on listening to the lecture.

After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, both Quirrell and the students felt like they had been released from prison. He hurriedly put the textbooks under his armpit, then hurriedly left the classroom and turned to the corridor.

At the end of the corridor was his office, but a somewhat familiar figure had arrived there earlier than him.

Quirrell remembered who this person was, and when he was called in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he knew his name was Salazar Kolber.

The light in this corridor was suddenly absorbed, the surroundings seemed to become a little dim, and even the temperature seemed to drop a little.

"Do you have... what's the matter? Cole...Mr. Coleber?" Quirrell walked up to Salazar, clasped his hands together, and looked embarrassed.

"Qiro, is it interesting to hide yourself like this?" Salazar's eyes were a little playful, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"I... I don't understand what you're talking about? Do you feel... feel that there is something unclear in today's class... are you clear?" Quirrell's heart sank, but he continued to stammer.

His eyes and Salazar's eyes met, those eyes were as dark as an abyss, and at this moment he felt like Dumbledore's eyes, full of danger.Out of precaution, he quickly moved his eyes away to avoid looking at each other.

"Occlumency, very interesting." Salazar's smile was even more unclear, "But this is not your Occlumency, right? Who brought you the second level of Occlumency? Is it the dark wizard behind you?"

Salazar's words made Quirrell's heart sink to the bottom of the valley, his back felt cold, and even cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

"What are you talking about? Get out of here if you're fine!" Quirrell snapped, watching Salazar's eyes grow colder, and his hands slowly touched his waist.

The moment he walked forward and just approached Salazar, he gestured with his left hand to push away Salazar who was blocking the door, and raised his wand violently with his right hand.

"Soul out of the body!"

He was confident that casting the Imperius Curse so quickly at such a close range, even an adult wizard couldn't guard against it, let alone a young wizard who had just entered school.

A dark and imperceptible gray-white beam of light quickly spewed out from the tip of the wand, and it reached Salazar's eyebrows in just a moment. As long as it penetrated into the eyebrows, this suspicious little wizard could be at his mercy.

"I've seen it in the restricted area. This is what you call the Unforgivable Curse, right?" Salazar snorted a few words, and slapped away the magic with his right hand full of black inscriptions.

The Imperius Curse just disappeared in an understatement. Quirrell pursed his lips, his right eyelid began to twitch violently, and almost raised his eyebrows. He did not expect the current situation at all.

Even if it's because his magic wand is becoming more and more difficult now, but the Imperius Curse just now is at least [-]% of his previous level, and it's just like that?

While backing away, Quirrell quickly drew a horizontal line with his wand: "There are many obstacles!"

Originally, he thought that the impediment spell would delay Salazar for at least a while, allowing him to cast other magic at a distance.

But he was horrified to find that the black air permeated Salazar's body, and there were countless scarlet and shiny threads entwined on it, which directly melted his obstacle spell completely.

"Repel at full speed! Thunderbolt explosion!"

Quirrell flicked a few copper Knuts from his pocket, knocked them back at Salazar with a knockback spell, and at the same time cast a blasting spell to detonate them all.

"It's not a good idea to destroy my school." Salazar's voice was full of impatience.

After the voice fell, the world seemed to be stopped.

The coins triggered by the blasting spell only stayed at the moment of bursting, and all the coins were smashed, but no explosion was triggered.

The entire corridor was quiet, and Quirrell could only hear his own breathing, as well as the increasingly intense and rapid heartbeat.

In an instant, the black lines on Salazar's body quickly spread all over his body, and his figure swelled violently, turning into a large cloud of black air.

This cloud of black air seemed to be a tsunami, although it was silent but filled with a suffocating sense of oppression, as the black air continued to advance, it actually directly swallowed up the area covered by the blasting spell.

Immediately afterwards, the black air shrank rapidly and turned into a human form again, and the coins thrown out by Quirrell floated beside him intact.

"Is it over? Now it's my turn, okay?" Salazar murmured dreamily, the brand marks on the back of his hand began to turn red, and the surrounding black air continued to twist and rise.

Quirrell looked around, making sure that he had no way out, so he could only resist the release of the Iron Armor Curse in front of him, holding his wand with all his strength.

With a snap of fingers, a huge black tide began to surge from the direction of the black air around Salazar. It was supposed to be sunny at noon, but the corridor was filled with boundless darkness.