Chapter 28 Voldemort's Object of Attachment
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Jing Shen Tian Si
Soon more than a month passed, and the time came to Christmas Eve.
Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is taught by Slytherin and Ravenclaw together.
Professor Quirrell was still wrapped in a thick purple turban, holding a large chameleon, stumbling about the theory of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Although his speech speed is unique, this class is quite interesting compared to the boring astronomy and history of magic.
Especially the history of magic, I don't know what the school thinks, but actually invited a ghost to class.
Although the experience of ghosts is much higher than that of living people, the brains of ghosts who are in charge of teaching are not very bright, and they can get off topic halfway through the lecture.
Professor Quirrell's condition seems to be not very good, he is weaker than usual, and he feels like he is recovering from a serious illness.
This is the professor's private matter, and Aaron is not interested in knowing what happened to him, but there is one thing that makes him more concerned.
That is, when Professor Quirrell was pacing 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.
"Gai... Mr. Gaius, what's wrong with your... your cat?" Quirrell asked nervously, but his body took a step back involuntarily.
Aaron immediately picked up Abe, and said with some embarrassment: "Professor, my cat has been eating garlic recently, and the smell on your body... is really too strong."
Aaron didn't believe what he said. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is held twice a week. It's been such a long time since the class started. At least a dozen or so classes have been taken in this class, but Abe didn't perform like this before!
The most important thing is that our cats never eat garlic.
"Yes, is it?" Quirrell swallowed, looking at the ferocious cat that might pounce on him at any time, "I'm really sorry, so I should stay away?"
"This is not suitable!" Aaron smiled wryly, and then hugged Abe to the other corner of the table, "It's better to keep it away."
As the distance between them widened, one person and one dragon seemed to have returned to normal. Abe still held a trace of hostility, but Aaron inadvertently noticed a flash of light in Professor Quirrell's eyes.
The cold eyes with strong killing intent made his body tremble subconsciously.
Fuck!Professor Quirrell is definitely not simple, at least not as submissive as he seems on the surface, or his submissiveness is all fake.
There is definitely something wrong with this guy, otherwise he wouldn't be so disgusted by Abbe, who has divine attributes.
Suddenly, Aaron seemed to think of something, Professor Quirrell could not be the object of Voldemort's possession?
This possibility is not impossible, even very high.
Thinking of this, Aaron felt that his back was soaked in sweat, and then adjusted his state instantly. If this conjecture is correct, then he must not let Quirrell see his strangeness, otherwise he may have to face Voldemort in advance up.
Although Voldemort's purpose is to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and he will never expose himself easily before his purpose is achieved, but he is not afraid of [-], just in case!
Fortunately, Quirrell put most of his attention on Abe, who was harmless to humans and animals, and didn't pay much attention to Aaron. He didn't notice the rich expressions on his face in just two seconds. Variety.
Aaron's psychological quality is quite good. Before the end of get out of class, he behaved "normally" and left the classroom without any risk.
"I was scared to death, I thought Quirrell would keep me!" Aaron thought with some fear, but he felt relieved.
As long as Quirrell has no doubts this time, he has enough confidence that he will not show any flaws when facing Quirrell next time.
As for now, it is better to let nature take its course.
......
The class in the afternoon was Charms class. After a long period of basic study, Professor Flitwick was finally willing to teach new students Charms.
In the classroom, Gryffindor and Slytherin students were sitting on the left and right sides, each with a white feather on their desks, and Professor Flitwick, who was as big as a dwarf, was standing among the piles of books Lecture above.
"As a magician, one of the basic skills is levitation, which is the ability to make objects fly.
Did you all get the feathers? "
Hermione immediately raised her feathers, giving Professor Flitwick a good look.
"very good."
"Now, don't forget the wrist movement we've been practicing, first wave and then shake, come together." Professor Flitwick drew out his wand to demonstrate to everyone as he said.
"You have to recite the spell clearly, Yugardim Leviosa, practice it!"
All of a sudden, the students in the classroom began to wave their wands and cast spells on the feathers in front of them.
Aaron smiled and shook his head. He knew these simple spells a few years ago, and Abe used this floating spell to fly a kite when he was just an egg.
I saw him waving his wand lightly, without even saying a spell, the white feathers floated up and flew slowly to the ceiling before stopping.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and quietly watched the feather floating in the air. While marveling at Aaron's talent, they couldn't help feeling a little more frustrated.
"Great, everyone, look here, Mr. Gaius has succeeded." Professor Flitwick said excitedly.
Then everyone tried harder, and Ron chanted the spell, but he obviously forgot the movement of his wrist, and the wand kept flicking, and there was a rustling sound in the air.
"No, stop, you're going to poke someone's eyes!" Hermione who was sitting next to him interrupted him immediately, "Besides, you mispronounced it too, it's Leviosa, not Laviosa .”
"You're so smart, so give it a try!" Ron said unconvinced.
Hermione didn't say much, just picked up the wand, and shook her wrist briskly, "Wingardim Leviosa!"
The next moment, another feather flew into the air.
Ron was dumbfounded, and pouted on his textbook.
The third one to succeed was Draco Malfoy, but he looked at Hermione full of dissatisfaction. Although he was the third one to succeed, the gap between him and Aaron and Hermione was still slightly larger a little bit.
Both of them had one success, but he had tried no less than five times.
"Your first use of learning this spell is pretty good." Aaron comforted.
"But she..."
"Draco, your talent is quite good.
But Hermione spends all her time reading books except for eating, going to class and sleeping. If you can do it, you are no worse than anyone else. "
Malfoy froze for a moment, then looked at Hermione in astonishment, and murmured, "Why was she assigned to Gryffindor? Shouldn't she be in Ravenclaw?"
"Who knows! Maybe she has a grit that outweighs her thirst for knowledge."
After getting a barely plausible answer, Malfoy stopped talking, and silently turned his head to instruct his two followers to learn the spell.
boom!
A bright light flashed suddenly, and the sudden loud noise startled everyone, and Professor Flitwick almost fell off the pile of books.
Everyone looked at it together, and saw Simon's face was scorched black, sitting in a daze with a hedgehog head on his head, motionless as if he was frightened.
Looking at the feathers that had been reduced to ashes on the table, it was easy to guess what had happened.
His deskmate Harry Potter was also affected, and half of his face turned black, "We still need a feather here, Professor Flitwick."
Seeing this, Aaron shook his head silently in his heart. Simon's talent for magic spells is really not ordinary. If there were ten explosions in the classroom, he was responsible for at least five of them.
After class, Ron walked on the road with a dissatisfied expression on his face, and said to Harry, Simon and a Gryffindor friend, "It's Leviosa, not Laviosa!
What a prick, I can't stand it, no wonder she doesn't have many friends. "
At this time, Hermione walked past Quick Ron with the book in her arms and bumped him with her arm.
Her complexion was not very good-looking, and there was even a little sobbing in her voice.
"I think she heard," said Harry.
"So what, she doesn't have any friends." Ron said with a look of resentment.
"Ahem!" Aaron didn't know when he appeared behind them, "That sentence is wrong, at least I am her friend.
Also, I would like to give you a little suggestion, if you don't want to lose Hermione as a friend, then go and apologize to her.
You should also apologize to her, after all, it is not a good behavior to speak ill of people behind their backs. "
"Why?" Ron's eyes dodged a little, but after seeing the Slytherin costume on Aaron's body, he became more rigid, "I'm not wrong, and it's not our Gryffindor's turn." To you Slytherin."
"Oh! So you think so!" Aaron sneered, "At first I wanted to ease the relationship between you and Malfoy as much as possible, but now it seems that I may be thinking too much."
After finishing speaking, Aaron left without looking back. Harry wanted to keep him for a while, but he opened his mouth and said nothing.
Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is taught by Slytherin and Ravenclaw together.
Professor Quirrell was still wrapped in a thick purple turban, holding a large chameleon, stumbling about the theory of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Although his speech speed is unique, this class is quite interesting compared to the boring astronomy and history of magic.
Especially the history of magic, I don't know what the school thinks, but actually invited a ghost to class.
Although the experience of ghosts is much higher than that of living people, the brains of ghosts who are in charge of teaching are not very bright, and they can get off topic halfway through the lecture.
Professor Quirrell's condition seems to be not very good, he is weaker than usual, and he feels like he is recovering from a serious illness.
This is the professor's private matter, and Aaron is not interested in knowing what happened to him, but there is one thing that makes him more concerned.
That is, when Professor Quirrell was pacing 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.
"Gai... Mr. Gaius, what's wrong with your... your cat?" Quirrell asked nervously, but his body took a step back involuntarily.
Aaron immediately picked up Abe, and said with some embarrassment: "Professor, my cat has been eating garlic recently, and the smell on your body... is really too strong."
Aaron didn't believe what he said. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is held twice a week. It's been such a long time since the class started. At least a dozen or so classes have been taken in this class, but Abe didn't perform like this before!
The most important thing is that our cats never eat garlic.
"Yes, is it?" Quirrell swallowed, looking at the ferocious cat that might pounce on him at any time, "I'm really sorry, so I should stay away?"
"This is not suitable!" Aaron smiled wryly, and then hugged Abe to the other corner of the table, "It's better to keep it away."
As the distance between them widened, one person and one dragon seemed to have returned to normal. Abe still held a trace of hostility, but Aaron inadvertently noticed a flash of light in Professor Quirrell's eyes.
The cold eyes with strong killing intent made his body tremble subconsciously.
Fuck!Professor Quirrell is definitely not simple, at least not as submissive as he seems on the surface, or his submissiveness is all fake.
There is definitely something wrong with this guy, otherwise he wouldn't be so disgusted by Abbe, who has divine attributes.
Suddenly, Aaron seemed to think of something, Professor Quirrell could not be the object of Voldemort's possession?
This possibility is not impossible, even very high.
Thinking of this, Aaron felt that his back was soaked in sweat, and then adjusted his state instantly. If this conjecture is correct, then he must not let Quirrell see his strangeness, otherwise he may have to face Voldemort in advance up.
Although Voldemort's purpose is to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and he will never expose himself easily before his purpose is achieved, but he is not afraid of [-], just in case!
Fortunately, Quirrell put most of his attention on Abe, who was harmless to humans and animals, and didn't pay much attention to Aaron. He didn't notice the rich expressions on his face in just two seconds. Variety.
Aaron's psychological quality is quite good. Before the end of get out of class, he behaved "normally" and left the classroom without any risk.
"I was scared to death, I thought Quirrell would keep me!" Aaron thought with some fear, but he felt relieved.
As long as Quirrell has no doubts this time, he has enough confidence that he will not show any flaws when facing Quirrell next time.
As for now, it is better to let nature take its course.
......
The class in the afternoon was Charms class. After a long period of basic study, Professor Flitwick was finally willing to teach new students Charms.
In the classroom, Gryffindor and Slytherin students were sitting on the left and right sides, each with a white feather on their desks, and Professor Flitwick, who was as big as a dwarf, was standing among the piles of books Lecture above.
"As a magician, one of the basic skills is levitation, which is the ability to make objects fly.
Did you all get the feathers? "
Hermione immediately raised her feathers, giving Professor Flitwick a good look.
"very good."
"Now, don't forget the wrist movement we've been practicing, first wave and then shake, come together." Professor Flitwick drew out his wand to demonstrate to everyone as he said.
"You have to recite the spell clearly, Yugardim Leviosa, practice it!"
All of a sudden, the students in the classroom began to wave their wands and cast spells on the feathers in front of them.
Aaron smiled and shook his head. He knew these simple spells a few years ago, and Abe used this floating spell to fly a kite when he was just an egg.
I saw him waving his wand lightly, without even saying a spell, the white feathers floated up and flew slowly to the ceiling before stopping.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and quietly watched the feather floating in the air. While marveling at Aaron's talent, they couldn't help feeling a little more frustrated.
"Great, everyone, look here, Mr. Gaius has succeeded." Professor Flitwick said excitedly.
Then everyone tried harder, and Ron chanted the spell, but he obviously forgot the movement of his wrist, and the wand kept flicking, and there was a rustling sound in the air.
"No, stop, you're going to poke someone's eyes!" Hermione who was sitting next to him interrupted him immediately, "Besides, you mispronounced it too, it's Leviosa, not Laviosa .”
"You're so smart, so give it a try!" Ron said unconvinced.
Hermione didn't say much, just picked up the wand, and shook her wrist briskly, "Wingardim Leviosa!"
The next moment, another feather flew into the air.
Ron was dumbfounded, and pouted on his textbook.
The third one to succeed was Draco Malfoy, but he looked at Hermione full of dissatisfaction. Although he was the third one to succeed, the gap between him and Aaron and Hermione was still slightly larger a little bit.
Both of them had one success, but he had tried no less than five times.
"Your first use of learning this spell is pretty good." Aaron comforted.
"But she..."
"Draco, your talent is quite good.
But Hermione spends all her time reading books except for eating, going to class and sleeping. If you can do it, you are no worse than anyone else. "
Malfoy froze for a moment, then looked at Hermione in astonishment, and murmured, "Why was she assigned to Gryffindor? Shouldn't she be in Ravenclaw?"
"Who knows! Maybe she has a grit that outweighs her thirst for knowledge."
After getting a barely plausible answer, Malfoy stopped talking, and silently turned his head to instruct his two followers to learn the spell.
boom!
A bright light flashed suddenly, and the sudden loud noise startled everyone, and Professor Flitwick almost fell off the pile of books.
Everyone looked at it together, and saw Simon's face was scorched black, sitting in a daze with a hedgehog head on his head, motionless as if he was frightened.
Looking at the feathers that had been reduced to ashes on the table, it was easy to guess what had happened.
His deskmate Harry Potter was also affected, and half of his face turned black, "We still need a feather here, Professor Flitwick."
Seeing this, Aaron shook his head silently in his heart. Simon's talent for magic spells is really not ordinary. If there were ten explosions in the classroom, he was responsible for at least five of them.
After class, Ron walked on the road with a dissatisfied expression on his face, and said to Harry, Simon and a Gryffindor friend, "It's Leviosa, not Laviosa!
What a prick, I can't stand it, no wonder she doesn't have many friends. "
At this time, Hermione walked past Quick Ron with the book in her arms and bumped him with her arm.
Her complexion was not very good-looking, and there was even a little sobbing in her voice.
"I think she heard," said Harry.
"So what, she doesn't have any friends." Ron said with a look of resentment.
"Ahem!" Aaron didn't know when he appeared behind them, "That sentence is wrong, at least I am her friend.
Also, I would like to give you a little suggestion, if you don't want to lose Hermione as a friend, then go and apologize to her.
You should also apologize to her, after all, it is not a good behavior to speak ill of people behind their backs. "
"Why?" Ron's eyes dodged a little, but after seeing the Slytherin costume on Aaron's body, he became more rigid, "I'm not wrong, and it's not our Gryffindor's turn." To you Slytherin."
"Oh! So you think so!" Aaron sneered, "At first I wanted to ease the relationship between you and Malfoy as much as possible, but now it seems that I may be thinking too much."
After finishing speaking, Aaron left without looking back. Harry wanted to keep him for a while, but he opened his mouth and said nothing.
