ALL NOVEL Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts
Chapter 51 I thought only you would understand
Chapter 51 I thought only you would understand
"Why don't you come to my office and have a cup of tea so we can have a good chat?"
Professor Quirrell smiled and invited William.
A warm tea party with the 1/7 Dark Lord was never on William's schedule - in his original plan, there was Dumbledore's old bee and old Vow To fall in love and kill each other, William himself will live the remaining four years fulfillingly and fully.
"Why not, Professor?"
But William still agreed to Quirrell.
They walked to Quirrell's office on the third floor together. Quirrell walked in front and asked casually:
"William, I hope you don't mind me calling you that, you're from Ilvermorny, have you heard anything about that 'Heisenberg'?
I heard he was a student of Ilvermorny. "
"I am Heisenberg."
Naturally, it was impossible for William to say that.
"I didn't really know him. It was only later that I found out that he was one of us, but I didn't really know him very well either."
Shaking his head, William replied.
"That's really a pity.
How nice it would be to go to the same school as such a... outstanding person. "
Professor Quirrell showed a very sincere expression of regret, and they walked around the corner, "Please come in, my office may be a bit messy, I hope you don't mind."
He pushed open the office door and turned sideways so that William could enter the office as well.
To be honest, William once thought that he had entered the wrong office - this was not like the office of Professor Quirrell who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts in the first year, but rather more like the gloomy and mean Snape's style.
The chandelier in the room was not turned on.
It was very dark.
There are several "paintings" hanging on the wall close to William. William observed that most of the contents on them are twisted and struggling human figures, or large blocks of text written in a language that William cannot recognize.
Facing the door, there are a pair of brown high-back sofas. They are placed in front of the burning stove, and there is an exquisite tea table in the middle.And in the innermost part of the office, there is a long desk, and a long curtain has fallen behind the desk.
An old projector is slowly changing the picture.
"I'm just preparing the content of my class for you tomorrow—to be honest, the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's departure was too hasty, which made me very nervous."
Professor Quirrell clapped his hands, the chandelier in the room was suddenly turned on, and the projector also went out.
This office is not narrow, but perhaps because of the layout, it looks extra crowded.On the other side of the room was a tall glass cabinet, inside which were stacked a lot of parchment scrolls that looked very simple.
William could have sworn he saw what seemed to be some black and red stains or marks on the leaking edges of some of the rolls.
"Please sit down, William. Unfortunately, I only have tea here."
Quirrell took out two teacups from the cabinet on the coffee table, "Sugar? Milk?"
"A little milk will do, thank you."
William saw Quirrell looking down, adding milk to his tea—and he couldn't help but imagine that the Dark Lord, on the back of Quirrell's head, was watching from behind that scarf.
"Come."
Quirrell hands the teacup to William.
To be honest, the progress of this tea party was a bit unexpected for William - they chatted casually, and Quirrell was very curious about his courses at Ilvermorny.
"I heard that in North America, you must learn black magic, right? Unlike Hogwarts, we are only allowed to teach students the methods that can be used to defend against black magic."
Quirrell held a teacup and looked at William.
Against the backdrop of the fire in the fireplace, his face looked even whiter, but those black eyes seemed to be shining.
"Yes, but our Defense Against the Dark Arts class is actually not just about the Dark Arts - we also learn to deal with difficult opponents, such as evil spirits, ghosts, dark creatures, etc., and also learn how to crack and counter Hex."
William avoided the subject of Quirrell.
Although in past Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, the general countermeasure that was most often roared by the professor was "Smash the most powerful black magic you have mastered! Don't leave any sympathy!"
"is it?"
Professor Quirrell seemed a little disappointed in William's answer.
He shook his head slightly, and then asked William about what they had learned last year, and William answered in as much detail as possible. Professor Quirrell listened very carefully—sometimes he even asked William to repeat it, and he himself Take out a pen and paper and write it down.
During the breaks in the conversation, Quirrell would not only give his own interpretation of the course content mentioned by William, but also talk about his own experience of studying and teaching at Hogwarts.
"Perhaps you don't know, I am also Ravenclaw."
When referring to the academy, Quirrell smiled proudly.
"It's just that I didn't have your superb spell skills at that time—you can probably guess what those guys would do to a stuttering, cowardly nerd."
"I'm sorry, Professor."
William didn't answer him.
It's not without reason that Slytherin is hated by other houses-not to mention that Quirrell is still a Ravenclaw, and the wise eagles rarely really care about the situation of others.
Even if it's their classmates.
"After graduating, I stayed at Hogwarts. Of course, it's not because I'm smart or good at studying, but because I don't know what I can do once I leave the castle.
Professor Dumbledore was kind enough to keep me. "
Professor Quirrell smiled self-deprecatingly.
"The stuttering poor guy, the cowardly Quirrell, the Muggle professor who should live with Muggles until one day, I suddenly understood that what the Defense Against the Dark Arts class should really teach students is not the means of defense against the Dark Arts, but is strength.
That's right, it's more direct - power. "
Professor Quirrell's voice was calm and powerful.
"The active force that can change ourselves, change wizards, and even change and shape the world. We are the first awakened people and the ones chosen by fate."
He looks at William.
William has a feeling.
——This tea party is getting to the point.
"After I finally decided to agree with Professor Dumbledore to take over the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I used the time of vacation to go on an adventure that may be unforgettable in my life.
If you are interested, William, I... I would like to share with you the fascinating knowledge and power.After all, we are all Ravenclaws, claws of the eagle, ravenous looters of knowledge, aren't we? "
Quirrell spoke slowly, and even suddenly stammered, in his soft voice.
He stared at William with his black eyes, and there was no falseness in his expression, which honestly moved William a little.
William had no doubts about Quirrell's sincerity at the moment—if he agreed now, the next second Quirrell would share with him everything he had obtained from his master, the Dark Lord, and even give him more.
No reservations, not even asking for anything in return.
A fire was burning in the fireplace.
The charcoal cracked and made a "chacha" sound.
"Sorry, Professor, I think it's too late now and I should go back to the common room."
William shook his head slowly but firmly.
"Well. I thought you were the only one who would understand—I picked you. But it seems like it was a mistake, and you're clearly not ready to accept it."
Quirrell lowered his head regretfully, and said dryly:
"Mr. Buffalo, perhaps you should go."
Thanks to Helena21 for the monthly pass.
Thanks to Lewis_Chen for the monthly pass.
Thanks to the book friend 20201212131425062 for the reward.
Richlow's stuttering in the original book was faked, because he thought it would lower the vigilance of others, and use this opportunity to better serve his master-but now Quillo has found confidence from Heisenberg's article, and when he takes over The behavior of the pre-professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was already different.
Because William came from a school that attached great importance to black magic, and he was a transfer-Qirrell naturally guessed that he also encountered exclusion in school for some reason.
If you feel that there is something unreasonable or problematic during the reading process, please be sure to raise it at any time - or come to the group discussion, every piece of your feedback (positive or negative) is very important to me.
Attached is Rowling's evaluation of Quirrell in Pottermore:
In my opinion, Quirrell is a talented but weak boy. During his school career, he may have been ridiculed a lot because of his timidity and neuroticism.Dissatisfied with himself and wanting to prove himself, he slowly became interested in the dark arts (initially only interested in the theory of black arts).Like those who find themselves insignificant or even ridiculous, Quirrell has an underlying desire for the world to look at him with admiration.
(End of this chapter)
"Why don't you come to my office and have a cup of tea so we can have a good chat?"
Professor Quirrell smiled and invited William.
A warm tea party with the 1/7 Dark Lord was never on William's schedule - in his original plan, there was Dumbledore's old bee and old Vow To fall in love and kill each other, William himself will live the remaining four years fulfillingly and fully.
"Why not, Professor?"
But William still agreed to Quirrell.
They walked to Quirrell's office on the third floor together. Quirrell walked in front and asked casually:
"William, I hope you don't mind me calling you that, you're from Ilvermorny, have you heard anything about that 'Heisenberg'?
I heard he was a student of Ilvermorny. "
"I am Heisenberg."
Naturally, it was impossible for William to say that.
"I didn't really know him. It was only later that I found out that he was one of us, but I didn't really know him very well either."
Shaking his head, William replied.
"That's really a pity.
How nice it would be to go to the same school as such a... outstanding person. "
Professor Quirrell showed a very sincere expression of regret, and they walked around the corner, "Please come in, my office may be a bit messy, I hope you don't mind."
He pushed open the office door and turned sideways so that William could enter the office as well.
To be honest, William once thought that he had entered the wrong office - this was not like the office of Professor Quirrell who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts in the first year, but rather more like the gloomy and mean Snape's style.
The chandelier in the room was not turned on.
It was very dark.
There are several "paintings" hanging on the wall close to William. William observed that most of the contents on them are twisted and struggling human figures, or large blocks of text written in a language that William cannot recognize.
Facing the door, there are a pair of brown high-back sofas. They are placed in front of the burning stove, and there is an exquisite tea table in the middle.And in the innermost part of the office, there is a long desk, and a long curtain has fallen behind the desk.
An old projector is slowly changing the picture.
"I'm just preparing the content of my class for you tomorrow—to be honest, the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's departure was too hasty, which made me very nervous."
Professor Quirrell clapped his hands, the chandelier in the room was suddenly turned on, and the projector also went out.
This office is not narrow, but perhaps because of the layout, it looks extra crowded.On the other side of the room was a tall glass cabinet, inside which were stacked a lot of parchment scrolls that looked very simple.
William could have sworn he saw what seemed to be some black and red stains or marks on the leaking edges of some of the rolls.
"Please sit down, William. Unfortunately, I only have tea here."
Quirrell took out two teacups from the cabinet on the coffee table, "Sugar? Milk?"
"A little milk will do, thank you."
William saw Quirrell looking down, adding milk to his tea—and he couldn't help but imagine that the Dark Lord, on the back of Quirrell's head, was watching from behind that scarf.
"Come."
Quirrell hands the teacup to William.
To be honest, the progress of this tea party was a bit unexpected for William - they chatted casually, and Quirrell was very curious about his courses at Ilvermorny.
"I heard that in North America, you must learn black magic, right? Unlike Hogwarts, we are only allowed to teach students the methods that can be used to defend against black magic."
Quirrell held a teacup and looked at William.
Against the backdrop of the fire in the fireplace, his face looked even whiter, but those black eyes seemed to be shining.
"Yes, but our Defense Against the Dark Arts class is actually not just about the Dark Arts - we also learn to deal with difficult opponents, such as evil spirits, ghosts, dark creatures, etc., and also learn how to crack and counter Hex."
William avoided the subject of Quirrell.
Although in past Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, the general countermeasure that was most often roared by the professor was "Smash the most powerful black magic you have mastered! Don't leave any sympathy!"
"is it?"
Professor Quirrell seemed a little disappointed in William's answer.
He shook his head slightly, and then asked William about what they had learned last year, and William answered in as much detail as possible. Professor Quirrell listened very carefully—sometimes he even asked William to repeat it, and he himself Take out a pen and paper and write it down.
During the breaks in the conversation, Quirrell would not only give his own interpretation of the course content mentioned by William, but also talk about his own experience of studying and teaching at Hogwarts.
"Perhaps you don't know, I am also Ravenclaw."
When referring to the academy, Quirrell smiled proudly.
"It's just that I didn't have your superb spell skills at that time—you can probably guess what those guys would do to a stuttering, cowardly nerd."
"I'm sorry, Professor."
William didn't answer him.
It's not without reason that Slytherin is hated by other houses-not to mention that Quirrell is still a Ravenclaw, and the wise eagles rarely really care about the situation of others.
Even if it's their classmates.
"After graduating, I stayed at Hogwarts. Of course, it's not because I'm smart or good at studying, but because I don't know what I can do once I leave the castle.
Professor Dumbledore was kind enough to keep me. "
Professor Quirrell smiled self-deprecatingly.
"The stuttering poor guy, the cowardly Quirrell, the Muggle professor who should live with Muggles until one day, I suddenly understood that what the Defense Against the Dark Arts class should really teach students is not the means of defense against the Dark Arts, but is strength.
That's right, it's more direct - power. "
Professor Quirrell's voice was calm and powerful.
"The active force that can change ourselves, change wizards, and even change and shape the world. We are the first awakened people and the ones chosen by fate."
He looks at William.
William has a feeling.
——This tea party is getting to the point.
"After I finally decided to agree with Professor Dumbledore to take over the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I used the time of vacation to go on an adventure that may be unforgettable in my life.
If you are interested, William, I... I would like to share with you the fascinating knowledge and power.After all, we are all Ravenclaws, claws of the eagle, ravenous looters of knowledge, aren't we? "
Quirrell spoke slowly, and even suddenly stammered, in his soft voice.
He stared at William with his black eyes, and there was no falseness in his expression, which honestly moved William a little.
William had no doubts about Quirrell's sincerity at the moment—if he agreed now, the next second Quirrell would share with him everything he had obtained from his master, the Dark Lord, and even give him more.
No reservations, not even asking for anything in return.
A fire was burning in the fireplace.
The charcoal cracked and made a "chacha" sound.
"Sorry, Professor, I think it's too late now and I should go back to the common room."
William shook his head slowly but firmly.
"Well. I thought you were the only one who would understand—I picked you. But it seems like it was a mistake, and you're clearly not ready to accept it."
Quirrell lowered his head regretfully, and said dryly:
"Mr. Buffalo, perhaps you should go."
Thanks to Helena21 for the monthly pass.
Thanks to Lewis_Chen for the monthly pass.
Thanks to the book friend 20201212131425062 for the reward.
Richlow's stuttering in the original book was faked, because he thought it would lower the vigilance of others, and use this opportunity to better serve his master-but now Quillo has found confidence from Heisenberg's article, and when he takes over The behavior of the pre-professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was already different.
Because William came from a school that attached great importance to black magic, and he was a transfer-Qirrell naturally guessed that he also encountered exclusion in school for some reason.
If you feel that there is something unreasonable or problematic during the reading process, please be sure to raise it at any time - or come to the group discussion, every piece of your feedback (positive or negative) is very important to me.
Attached is Rowling's evaluation of Quirrell in Pottermore:
In my opinion, Quirrell is a talented but weak boy. During his school career, he may have been ridiculed a lot because of his timidity and neuroticism.Dissatisfied with himself and wanting to prove himself, he slowly became interested in the dark arts (initially only interested in the theory of black arts).Like those who find themselves insignificant or even ridiculous, Quirrell has an underlying desire for the world to look at him with admiration.
(End of this chapter)
Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.