Hogwarts Asylum

As the dispute in the magical world over how to treat werewolves has been intensifying recently, and some people have even begun to publish news about wizards who have different opinions from them, so many young wizards who have been enjoying themselves through the "Daily Prophet" have strongly requested Professor Quirrell talks about werewolves.

Some of them were just watching the show, because they didn't think Professor Quirrell could deal with werewolves, so naturally they couldn't tell anything. However, some young wizards told Professor Quirrell that he encountered black men while traveling in the magical world. They believed in stories about magical creatures, so they also looked forward to hearing something that was not in the textbooks.

Quirrell had planned from the beginning to escape from Hogwarts and find a place to hide after he obtained the Philosopher's Stone. He had no plans for the content of the class, so as long as he could keep the little wizards from staring at him It doesn't matter if the little wizards really want to learn something useful.

So in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell was stumbling to teach the third-grade wizards how to respond correctly when they were unfortunately bitten by a werewolf.

"I...I once...met...a...wizard...who was...just...bitten...by...a werewolf..."

It’s no wonder that Oluolin looks down on Quirrell. If every professor is as staggering as Quirrell, then the little wizards may not be able to learn everything they need to learn in 17 years, let alone seven years to graduate.

"Generally... in this... situation, as long as... you... use... silver... silver powder... mixed with... white... white fresh... you can... ah ——”

While he was talking, Quirrell suddenly let out a scream. The scream was so shrill that the little wizards in the audience stretched their necks curiously.

On the stage, Quirrell held his head in pain. He felt that his head was about to explode in pain, because his master, the Dark Lord, was shaking violently in his head, saying that someone dared to call him His name, more than once, was in Hogwarts, nearby, not too far away.

Quirrell struggled at first to tell his master that it was class time and he could not leave without authorization, but this was not only ineffective, but his head hurt more and more. Suddenly, he had an idea and shouted in his mind: "It's Dumbledore, master." , it must be Dumbledore! He is the only one in the wizarding world who dares to be so disrespectful to you!"

"Dumbledore? Yes, only this damn guy dares to do this..." Voldemort just calmed down and let Quirrell take a breath. Not long after, he overturned this guess again, "No! No! It's not him! Deng Bumbledore doesn't feel like this...it must not be Dumbledore, who could it be? The same familiar soul, who could it be?!"

In the classroom, the little wizards didn't know what kind of cruel treatment their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was enjoying, but they could already see that Professor Quirrell was in great pain, otherwise he wouldn't have screamed. At this time, there was a reaction. The little wizard who came over shouted: "Go to Madam Pomfrey quickly!"

In the corner, Fred, George, and Lee were whispering.

"Lee, let's bet there's something in his turban," Fred said.

"Am I the only one targeting you two again?" Li's skilled tone made people feel sad.

"I don't have to participate." George shrugged.

"That's not a bet. I also guess there is something in his turban." Li revealed the few white parts of his body - the whites of his eyes.

"Then let's bet on what's inside." George said excitedly.

"What bet? What magical creature is inside biting him? A Billywig? A Flobberworm? A Lobaworm? Or a Bullet Ant?"

"Aren't the first three types just learned before, but what are bullet ants?" Fred asked.

"It's an ordinary animal in the Muggle world. It's just this big." Li stretched out his hand and made a gesture that could make Korean men riot. "It is said that its bite is particularly painful."

"Why do you think so? Who would put those things in their headscarf." The Freys were surprised.

"Don't you think he smells like garlic?" George lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I remember, someone said before that he was almost captured by a vampire to breed offspring, and what vampires fear most is garlic, so that It must be full of garlic."

"Yeah, I think he got his eyes smoked by the garlic in his turban," Fred agreed.

"Then I'll bet that there's something alive in his turban, so place your bet!" Li said confidently. He felt that Fred and George's harmony must be to lure him into making the wrong bet.

"It's not fair. There are many living things, but there is only one garlic." Fred complained dissatisfied.

"Then you can bet that the stuff inside is dead. The garlic is dead anyway." Li became more and more confident.

"Okay, here's the bet, the loser has to wash the other person's stinky socks for a month!"

"This..." Li hesitated, because both Fred and George were on the Quidditch team, and the smelly socks of both sides were not on the same level, but he quickly made up his mind. He felt that if he changed his mind at this time , may have stepped into the trap of the two brothers again, "Deal!"

The hands of both parties were tightly clasped together, as if they had made some sacred covenant.

……

"Can you... repeat... again?"

In the principal's office, Dumbledore's voice was trembling. This was the first time since Catherine left that his mood had fluctuated so much. It was because of Eurolin's question just now——

"Dumbledore, are you interested in becoming the master of Death?"

Although Dumbledore was very sure that his deepest wishes had never been revealed to anyone, he still felt that the meaning of Orolin's words were like the whispers of a devil to him.

This was the closest Dumbledore had come to realizing that wish in his life, which made him a little unbelievable. What he had been looking for his whole life was found so easily by Orolin?

"You heard me right, Dumbledore, I know that you are the master of the Elder Wand, I also know that you have the Invisibility Cloak in your hand, and I know where the Resurrection Stone is. So, are you interested in becoming the master of Death? "

Orolin spoke more bluntly, and also used some kind of inner magic to stir up his heart. Although he knew that there was a high probability that Dumbledore would not refuse, he still wanted to ensure that nothing unexpected happened.

In fact, Olorin could have tested the so-called legend by himself, but he felt that if the God of Death really existed, then becoming the master of the God of Death would not be as simple as just collecting the three holy artifacts of death. There is some kind of test, and there is a high probability that it will be a narrow escape, so it would be better to let the old man Dumbledore explore the path first.

Besides, if Olorin wanted to personally control the Three Hallows of Death and determine whether the Invisible Eye came from the God of Death, then he would need to defeat Dumbledore head-on before he could control the Elder Wand. That would be a bit difficult, let alone defeating him. Dumbledore would obviously not agree to a fight with Orolin unless he could do something to anger Dumbledore, but at that time, he might just fight to the death, which was not appropriate.

Moreover, if the God of Death does not exist, or the Invisible Eye does not come from the God of Death, then it makes no sense for him to control the Three Holy Artifacts of Death, because that means that the so-called Elder Wand is only used because the user firmly believes that it is powerful and is also powerful itself. Have the strongest reputation.

As for the invisibility cloak, Olorin really has no need. His own concealment method is much better than the invisibility cloak. And the resurrection stone, not to mention that it can only resurrect an illusion, he has no one he wants to resurrect.

If the God of Death really does not exist, then let's help an old man break his false illusion in advance. Although it is a bit cruel to do so, the pursuit of hope is also very cruel.

Dumbledore took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down. He was a little thankful that he was wearing sunglasses, otherwise his thoughts might have been seen through.

"Can you tell me how you knew?"