Chapter 28 Voldemort’s Attachment Object

More than a month passed quickly, and it was Christmas Eve.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was taught by Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Professor Quirrell was still wrapped in a thick purple turban, holding a large chameleon, and stumbled about the theory of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Although his speaking speed was unique, this lesson was already quite interesting compared to the boring astronomy and history of magic.

Especially for the history of magic, I don’t know what the school thought, but they actually invited a ghost to teach.

Although the experience of ghosts is much higher than that of living people, the ghosts who are responsible for teaching are not very bright, and they will go off topic halfway through the lectures.

Professor Quirrell's condition seemed to be not very good. He was weaker than usual, and he felt as if he was recovering from a serious illness.

This was considered the professor's private matter, and Aaron was not interested in knowing what happened to him, but there was one thing that concerned him.

That's when Professor Quirrell walked to Aaron's side in the classroom, Abe, who had been napping on the table, suddenly stood up.

It stood on the table with four legs and grinned at Professor Quirrell, while its eyes were fixed on his turban.

"Mr. Gaius, what's wrong with your...your cat?" Quirrell asked nervously, but his body involuntarily took a step back.

Aaron immediately picked up Abe and said with some embarrassment: "Professor, my cat got a little sick from eating garlic recently, and the smell on your body... is really too strong."

Aaron didn't believe what he said. Defense against the Dark Arts classes were held twice a week. It had been so long since school started, and he had taken this class for at least a dozen classes, but Abe hadn't behaved like this before!

The most important thing is that our cats never eat garlic.

"Yes, really?" Quirrell swallowed, looking at the fierce cat that might pounce at any time, "I'm really sorry, should I stay away?"

"This isn't appropriate!" Aaron said with a bitter smile, and then he carried Abe to the other corner of the table. "It's better to keep him far away."

As the distance between them widened, one person and one dragon seemed to return to normal. Abe still held a trace of hostility, but Aaron inadvertently noticed a glimmer of light flashing in Professor Quirrell's eyes.

The cold eyes with strong murderous intent made his body tremble subconsciously.

Damn it! Professor Quirrell is definitely not simple, at least he is not as submissive as he seems on the surface, or in other words, his submissiveness is all fake.

There is definitely something wrong with this guy, otherwise he wouldn't be so disgusted by Abe, who has divine attributes.

Suddenly, Aaron seemed to have thought of something. Could Professor Quirrell be the one possessed by Voldemort?

This possibility is not impossible, even very high.

Thinking of this, Aaron felt that his back was soaked with sweat, and then he instantly adjusted his state. If this guess was correct, then he must not let Quirrell see that he was strange, otherwise he might have to face Voldemort in advance. .

Although Voldemort's goal is to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, he will never expose himself easily until his goal is achieved, but if you don't fear ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst!

Fortunately, Quirrell focused most of his attention on the harmless Abe, but did not pay too much attention to Aaron. He was completely unaware of the rich expressions on his face in these two short seconds. Variety.

Aaron's psychological quality is quite good. He behaved very 'normally' until the end of get out of class and left the classroom without any danger.

"I was scared to death. I thought I was going to be left by Quirrell!" Aaron thought with some fear, but felt relieved in his heart.

As long as Quirrell has no doubts this time, he will be confident enough that he will not reveal any flaws the next time he faces Quirrell.

As for now, it's better to let nature take its course.

...

The afternoon class was Charms. After a long period of basic learning, Professor Flitwick was finally willing to teach the new students Charms.

In the classroom, Gryffindor and Slytherin students sat on the left and right sides respectively. Each person had a white feather on their desk. Professor Flitwick, who was as big as a dwarf, stood among the books piled high. Lectures above.

“As a magician, one of his basic skills is to levitate into the air, which is to have the ability to make objects fly.

Did you all get your feathers? "

Hermione immediately raised her feather so that Professor Flitwick could see it clearly.

"very good."

"Now, don't forget the wrist movements we have been practicing, first wave and then shake, let's do it together." Professor Flitwick said as he pulled out his wand to demonstrate to everyone.

"You must recite the spell clearly, Yugardim Leviosa, you can practice it!"

In an instant, the students in the classroom began to wave their wands and chant spells on the feathers in front of them.

Aaron smiled and shook his head. He knew these simple spells a few years ago. He used this floating spell to fly a kite when Abe was still an egg.

He waved his wand gently, without even reciting a spell, and the white feathers floated up, slowly flying to the ceiling before stopping.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared quietly at the feather floating in mid-air. While marveling at Aaron's talent, they couldn't help but feel a little more frustrated.

"Great, look here, Mr. Gaius succeeded." Professor Flitwick said excitedly.

Then everyone experimented harder. Ron chanted the spell, but he obviously forgot the movement of his wrist. He kept swinging the wand, and the rustling sound of wind sounded in the air.

"No, stop, you're going to poke someone's eyes out!" Hermione, who was sitting next to him, immediately interrupted him, "Besides, you also pronounced it wrong, it's Leviosa, not Laviosa. ”

"You are so smart, then you should give it a try!" Ron said unconvinced.

Hermione didn't say much, just picked up the wand and shook her wrist lightly, "Wingardim Leviosa!"

The next moment, another feather flew into the air.

Ron was dumbfounded, pouting and lying on his textbook.

The third person to succeed was Draco Malfoy, but he looked at Hermione with dissatisfaction. Although he was the third person to succeed, the gap between him and Aaron and Hermione was still slightly larger. A little bit.

Both of them succeeded on the first try, but it took him no fewer than five attempts.

"You did quite well in learning this spell for the first time." Aaron comforted.

"But she..."

"Draco, your talent is quite good.

But Hermione spent all her time reading books except eating, going to class, and sleeping. If you could do that, you would be no worse than anyone else. "

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, then looked at Hermione in astonishment and murmured: "Why was she sorted into Gryffindor? Shouldn't she be in Ravenclaw?"

"Who knows! Maybe she has perseverance and courage, and this courage is stronger than her thirst for knowledge."

After getting an answer that was barely reasonable, Malfoy stopped talking and silently turned his head to guide his two followers to learn this spell.

boom!

A strong light suddenly flashed, and the sudden loud noise startled everyone. Professor Flitwick almost fell off the stack of books.

Everyone looked at him and saw Simon with a charred face and a hedgehog head sitting in a daze, motionless as if he was scared to death.

Looking at the feathers that have turned to ashes on the table, it's easy to guess what happened.

His deskmate Harry Potter was also affected, and half of his face turned black. "We still need another feather here, Professor Flitwick."

Seeing this, Aaron shook his head silently in his heart. Simon's talent for magic was really not that bad. If there were ten explosions in the classroom, then at least five of them were caused by him.

After class, Ron walked on the street with a dissatisfied look on his face, and said angrily to Harry, Simon and a Gryffindor friend: "It's Leviosa, not Leviosa!"

It's such a thorn in the side, I can't stand it, no wonder she doesn't have any friends. "

At this time, Hermione walked past Ron Quickstep with her book in her arms and bumped him with her arm.

Her face was not very pretty, and there was even a little sobbing in her voice.

"I think she heard me," said Harry.

"So what, she doesn't have many friends to begin with." Ron said with an annoyed look.

"Ahem!" Aaron didn't know when he appeared behind a few people, "That's not right, at least I'm her friend.

Also, a little suggestion for you, if you don't want to lose Hermione as a friend, then go apologize to her.

You should also apologize to her. After all, speaking ill of someone behind their back is not a good sign. "

"Why?" Ron's eyes were a little dodgeful, but after seeing the Slytherin clothes Aaron was wearing, he became a lot more hardened, "I'm not wrong, and it's not our turn in Gryffindor's business. Damn you Slytherin."

"Oh! So that's what you think!" Aaron sneered, "Originally, I wanted to try to ease the relationship between you and Malfoy, but now it seems that I may have thought too much."

After saying that, Aaron left without looking back. Harry wanted to stay, but he opened his mouth and said nothing.