time at hogwarts

"Bump."

"Professor Quirrell, Magos and I are here." Hermione knocked on Quirrell's office door.

"Squeak..." The door opened directly, but no sound came from inside.

Hermione was just about to walk in when Magos pulled her and pushed her behind her. She glanced at him in confusion, but saw the serious look on his face and rarely made any comment.

"Professor? Professor Quirrell?" Magos pushed the door of his office completely open and stood at the door, obviously determined not to go in until he saw someone.But he was overthinking it, Quirrell was sitting on the chair behind his desk, watching them quietly.

"Professor, so you're here." He didn't dare to be too arrogant when he was alone with Quirrell. If he got angry, no one could stop him and teach him a lesson.

"Professor Quirrell, are you looking for us?" Hermione walked out from behind him and stood side by side with him.

Quirrell just looked at them without saying a word, and the door behind them had quietly closed without them realizing it.

Hermione looked at the silent Quirrell strangely and was about to ask, when suddenly she fell down.

"Hermione..." Hermione's sudden collapse caught Magos off guard. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with Quirrell to suddenly attack them. Wasn't he afraid of someone discovering his secret?But now he didn't have time to think so much, so he took out the wand in his arms. However, before he could finish a complete spell, the wand in his hand was knocked away by Quirrell's silent Expelliarmus.

He looked nervously at Quirrell who made no next move. He slowly squatted down and touched Hermione's nose with his hand. He just fainted and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.Then a drop of sweat quietly fell from his forehead, and he realized that his body was already wet with sweat.

"Professor Quirrell, what are you doing?" Magos asked nervously while pulling Hermione back. She didn't realize that the door had been closed until she hit it.

Quirrell still didn't make a sound. A piece of paper floated in front of him, and a pen began to write without anyone controlling it.

"McGoss Will, I'm sorry to talk to you in this way. I can't speak now. I'm being stared at by something very scary. I want to ask you for a favor."

Magos looked at Quirrell in disbelief. He didn't look timid at all. His eyes looked so calm and deep.He took a deep breath and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Quirinus Quirrell, a pure-blood wizard." The pen wrote this sentence on the paper.

This sentence flashed in his mind like a thunder, 'Could it be? ’ He suddenly had an idea that he couldn’t imagine, ‘Is this the real Professor Quirrell?Was the one possessed by Voldemort just a fake? 'Although this thought flashed through his mind, his expression showed disbelief.

"But, the professor I know is not..." He deliberately stopped talking.

"Aren't I so calm?" There was a smiley face drawn on the back.Seeing this expression, Magos suddenly felt like he was chatting on QQ. "Indeed, you know me as just a pathetic-looking, stammering coward."

"No, professor, that's not what I meant." McGoss quickly denied.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, I think so myself." Another smiley face was drawn behind it.Magos's mouth was already twitching. Could it be that this professor also traveled through time from the 21st century?

"Since you are the real Professor Quirrell, why did you attack us?" He looked at Hermione in his arms and said in a suspicious tone.

"Don't worry, that little girl just fainted. I just didn't want more people to know about it."

"Then why did you call her over?" Inadvertently, his tone turned into a question.

A new emoticon appeared on the paper. It looked like the pouty one in the QQ emoticon, as if he was helpless.Later he wrote, "I can't help it. As far as I know, this girl should be very important to you, and she is obedient. If I only ask you to come here alone, based on my knowledge of you, I estimate that you may not Come here, and if you call her, she will definitely come back, and you will definitely come by then."

Magos looked at Professor Quirrell in front of him speechlessly. Damn, he is still a scheming bitch.

"I feel like you are scolding me, but it doesn't matter. I have no ill intentions towards you. I just want to ask you to help me." This was followed by an expression similar to the pitiful big eyes in QQ.McGoss can no longer complain. This guy probably comes with his own set of emoticons.

"Why me? I'm just a freshman. I don't think I can do something that even you can't do."

A laughing expression appeared first, and Magos was immediately immune. "It's simple, because you helped me reappear. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would never be able to reappear."

"Me?" A big confused look appeared on his face.

Smile emoticon. "Yes, if you hadn't said it three times in class

Provoking 'me' twice made 'me' feel a huge sense of resistance, and then you helped Professor Flitwick successfully invent such a powerful spell, making 'me' feel strongly unwilling. I'm afraid I will never be able to resist. Won't happen again. "

"Are you schizophrenic?" Magos thought it would be better to test it again.

Surprised expression. "Oh, that's great, you actually know about a Muggle disease like schizophrenia."

"My parents are both Muggles."

"No wonder, it's better that you don't know some things, but I think you won't believe me so easily if I don't say anything. Let me explain to you this way, I am the real me now, the me you know In fact, it is a consciousness created by a terrifying existence (horror expression) that you cannot imagine."

"Then he, I mean the other you, knows about your existence." Magos became more and more curious about Professor Quirrell's state, which was similar to schizophrenia, but not.

Helpless expression. "First of all, I want to correct you. It's not him, but he is me, and I am him. I and he you said are one. This is difficult to explain to you, but this question can still be answered, 'I 'Don't know I exist."

Although it is relatively abstract, Magos still has some understanding. It is somewhat similar to the soul suppression mentioned in the novel, compressing one's original consciousness in a corner, and then using the original memory to reshape a new personality that can be controlled. And this new personality will not know that he is actually a created person. He only takes everything for granted.

"But I still don't understand why you need my help instead of the principal. You know that Principal Dumbledore is in the school now, why don't you seek his help."

This time there was an expression of wanting to cry. "Don't talk about Principal Dumbledore. If a third-year student appeared here, 'I' would suddenly wake up, and that terrifying existence would also discover the real me. At that time, all it would take is one thought from him and I would be the real one. Gone, gone forever.”

"But I really don't know what I can do to help you." Magos looked helplessly at the expressionless Professor Quirrell sitting on the chair.He wanted to help, but how could he help? He couldn't be asked to be a big boss, and he couldn't be asked to challenge a full-level BOSS as a novice.

Confident expression. "It doesn't matter, you just need to continue to challenge 'me' slowly. In this way, I estimate that I should be able to regain control of my body by the time you are in second grade. At that time, you can tell Principal Dumbledore about me and ask him to help me. As long as that existence cannot kill me in an instant, the principal can save me."

Magos opened his mouth and wanted to tell the real Professor Quirrell, 'You don't seem to be able to survive until my second year. No, you probably won't even survive the next semester.' 'But he didn't dare to say this.

His expression was misunderstood by Quirrell, and he first made a comforting expression. "Don't be stressed. Don't worry. I won't do anything to you. That terrifying existence won't let 'me' hurt any students before 'I' complete the tasks assigned by him. He is also afraid of causing the principal's anger. Notice."

"But why don't you let me tell the principal about you now." Magos still didn't understand what Quirrell was doing.

Crazy expression. "We can't let him know. I know him, and I understand a little bit of Muggle psychology. I think if he knew my current state, he would probably sacrifice me." Followed by a series of crazy expressions. "I'm still young. I don't want to die yet. I still want to be rescued."

When he saw the last sentence, he wanted to laugh and felt that what he said seemed to be quite right.Dumbledore looked kind though.But if he thinks it's right, it's really possible to do this. You have to know that he even counts his own life.

"Do you have any other questions? If not, just help the little girl leave. 'I' am about to wake up."

"Yes, and one more thing, how did you get targeted by the terrifying existence you mentioned?" Magos asked the biggest doubt in his heart.

Wry smile expression. "They are all caused by greed. This matter is more complicated. We don't have much time now. I will discuss it with you in detail next time. If I ask someone to come to the office next time, that person will be me now. On the other hand, if I If I call you directly, I won't be who I am now. Okay, pick up this piece of paper and leave first." After writing, the pen flew back to the table in front of Quirrell.

Magos glanced at him, opened the office door, helped Hermione and left. Less than 10 minutes after he left, Quirrell suddenly raised his head and looked at his office in confusion.

"Master, are you calling me?" He spoke in a very respectful tone to the air.

"Yes, how did the matter I asked you to investigate go?" A disembodied voice sounded from the back of his head.

"Master...Master, I...I still need a little time." He stammered.

"Trash..." The last two words rang in the air.Quirrell lowered his head in horror.

in the corridor.

"What's wrong with me?" Hermione raised her head vigorously.He asked, looking at Magos who was supporting him.

"You just fainted suddenly. Are you anemic?" Magos asked seriously.