Chapter 20 Where has Quirrell been?

Author: Aurora Scatters

Chapter 20 Where has Quirrell been?

There were also piles of food like hills on the golden plate on the long table. Harry glanced over the mashed potatoes and piled up his plate with steak and roasted lamb ribs, as an authentic carnivore

Harry never complains about eating grass by himself. Vegetarian food is indeed a must, but vegetable salad is a snack that makes your mouth refreshed after a meal.

"It's great. I haven't seen anyone's appetite as good as me in a long time." When Harry was having a feast, the chubby ghost floated over and said to Harry: "Hufflepuff actually started to have a popular diet last year," he said.

To be honest, I really can't understand what positive effects this hungry behavior has."

"Because you don't need to eat now, Fat Monk, since I came to Hufflepuff, I have breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, late supper, and a barbecue party every weekend, or something weird

If Professor Sprout hadn't needed us to do some chores and pick fertilizers, I bet I'd have to gain at least forty pounds this year."

A sad boy leaned on his double chin, and a small piece of fried chicken breast was placed on his plate, and the rest were all green vegetables.

"Actually, it's nothing to be fatter. You are growing up now. If you don't eat enough, how can you grow up? Even if you lose weight, you have to eat enough to have strength, right?"

The fat monk touched his stomach, with a harmless and honest smile on his face.

"Give me aside, Fat monk, your experience cannot give us too much confidence."

The boy stuffed a piece of vegetable leaves into his mouth with a sad face, and chewing it like wax.

"Why do you call you a fat monk?" After Harry solved the grilled lamb ribs with oily grilled lamb ribs, he glanced at the fat monk with a machine gun bullet belt. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a priest in the church.

, unless the church believes in not a God girl, but Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva, with one breath of 3,600 turns, and six pure depleted uranium bombs.

"This." The fat monk scratched his cheek and said in a completely open tone: "I went to the church to be a clergy after graduation, but that era was not very good, and the world of Muggle was very chaotic.

It is even more chaotic than the wizarding world, with war, famine and disease rampant. I think joining the church can do something for them."

"What's the result?" Harry raised his heart to listen to the story.

"The result is that I became a cardinal at an unprecedented speed, only one step away from the Pope, but, because of this, the contemporary pope who felt unstable had the referee attacked me with an electric stun gun and shot me

I was so dizzy that I gave me a heretic name.”

"In the end, I woke up. Being a charlatan cannot save the world. After all, there is no god in this world, but magic can."

The fat monk patted his bullets and spread his hands, his face feeling helpless, "It's a pity that I realized it too late. Fortunately, I was not nailed to the cross and burned to death. They dare not do that, I die.

It has to be quite decent."

"Sneak attack?" A little wizard was amused when he heard this, "It's not that you were too fat and could not run, so you were pounced on and tied up by a group of muggles."

"You were just tied up and tied up a stick and killed by being killed by pigs. I didn't, I wasn't, you're talking nonsense!"

The fat monk who denied the third company spoke with a serious look on his face. He waved his hand and firmly denied such statements, "The rumors stop at the wise. You have to learn to be smart. Don't believe that all the messy rumors are fabricated."

"But I didn't say anything."

The little wizards of Hufflepuff smiled happily, the fat monk pursed his lips, and then laughed with them.

"Well, kids, eating too much weight is a bit bad, for example, like me, but you don't need to starve yourself deliberately now. No matter what, you must eat enough."

"Yes, you only have the energy to do things when you are full."

Harry settled his pure meat feast and then picked up a pot of vegetable salad to relieve the greasiness.

"Look, that's the right idea."

The fat monk looked at Harry with admiration, "What a great guy." As he said that, the fat monk floated aside and greeted the other freshmen happily.

The dinner is about to end. Hogwarts' dessert pudding tastes good, but it's a little sweeter and not very good for Harry's taste. After wiping his mouth with a napkin, Harry turned his attention to the teacher's seat.

Then, then

Hagrid was drinking with a handle with an oak barrel. He was having a great time chatting with an old professor who was missing. His godfather Severus Snape, who suddenly popped up, had already eaten.

It was dinner, his fingers crossed in front of him, covering half of his face, Harry met his eyes, and Snape seemed to nod his head slightly at him.

When Harry glanced over Snape and looked to him, Harry did not see the 'that person' he should have existed in his impression.

Professor Quirreau, who looked timid and nervous, and wrapped in a big turban.

‘Can Voldemort not sticking to Quirrell’s head and sneaking into Hogwarts?’ Harry, who withdrew his gaze, muttered in his heart, ‘Who will take the black magic defense class?’

Harry no longer expects to get any effective clues based on JK Rowling's original work. Whether it is the wand that turns into a gun or the second godfather Severus Snape, the second godfather besides Sirius, he still hasn't been there.

Grindelwald, who was in prison for Newmongaard, had all these things beyond his impression, and it was understandable that one Voldemort man, Churikiro.

‘But no matter what, Hagrid should have brought the Philosopher's Stone out of the Gringott.’

Harry tried hard to recall the cleaning of the underground vault of Gringott. At that time, his mind was covered in mud and he only vaguely remembered that Hagrid had taken away a small package. He had no impression of the appearance of the item, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Then, then

‘Dumbledore still plans to fish? There is bait, but what about the fish?’

He looked at the teacher's seat again, but there was no weirdly dressed professor, especially the guy with a big head.

This is very unreasonable, but it seems very reasonable.

This world is weird enough. If Voldemort really sticks to Quirrell's head and goes through the normal main process, Harry will feel that the world is a bit unreal.

When the last pudding disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up again and the auditorium returned to silence.

"Oh, now everyone is full and drinks. I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I want to give you some precautions."

"First-year students should pay attention to the forest area on the school grounds. Any students are prohibited from entering privately. I hope some senior students should also remember this."

His eyes swept to Gryffindor's table, as if reminding some naughty guys.

"Along with that, Mr. Felch, the administrator, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridor during class.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. All students who are interested in participating in the college team are required to contact Ms. Huo Qi."

"The corridor on the right side of the fourth floor of the castle is prohibited from entering this year. Anyone who does not want to encounter an accident and dies in pain should not get close to you."

"In the end, Hogwarts lost in the team game last year's Triumph."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes, "Everyone should know."

"I." Dumbledore pointed to his face, "According to the game, I was lost. I will leave Hogwarts for the whole year this year and go to coach at Demstrong School."

The freshmen in the first grade were confused, but the old students were not surprised but only felt guilt and regret. They lost their principal. This was a shameful fact.

"However, since Charlie Weasley won us the individual championship in the last Triumph Championship, you lost me, but you also took the principal of Dermstrong, Gellert Grinder

Mr. Wo won."

Although the little wizards had a little more gratitude on their faces, they were still not happy.

“President Grindelwald will teach a one-year course in Dark Magic Defense at Hogwarts. I hope that each of you will study hard in his class. He is my friend and the best in the world.

The master of the black magic, I hope you can continue to improve under his guidance and prepare for the next triple-strong competition."

"Next, please ask Principal Gerett Grindelwald to say a few words to you."

Dumbledore nodded to Geller's character, and the handsome old man in white-haired windbreaker stood up and stood shoulder to shoulder with Dumbledore.

Although Grindelwald had not spoken yet, the atmosphere in the auditorium became a little different when he got up.

Unlike Dumbledore's gentleness, Grindelwald has a high pressure aura of the superior ruler, and the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere disappears in the blink of an eye, replaced by a nervous tension with his stern eyes swept across.

Many young wizards couldn't help but lower their heads slightly, not daring to collide with his gaze.

"I'm very disappointed with you, very disappointed."

Grindelwald spoke, and the cold wind of his speech blew throughout the auditorium hall, as if the winter had come several months ahead of schedule, and the cold was trembling.

"I thought I could see something worthy of bringing back to Demstrong's shining highlights when I came to Hogwarts."

He shook his head with some regrets. The regret and disdain he showed inadvertently made the little wizard feel inexplicably angry. The most frivolous little Gryffindor lion was a little excited. However, under Grindelwald's cold gaze, they had to be honest.

Sit down properly.

“Hogwarts does include many talented wizards, like the one Mr. Charlie Weasley I met last year, his wonderful performance in the individual competition is definitely the strongest in the year.

When facing a forty-foot-long black-spine dragon raid without warning, his calm response was better than that of ninety-nine percent of the world's wizards."

"It's a pity that even this outstanding warriors who made me applaud cannot lead you, the group of scattered sand, to win the team competition."

"At that time, I thought it was Dumbledore who was old and dizzy, otherwise how could he arrange a few trash to hold back? Watching you Hogwarts fight in the field is a hundred times more funny than watching the Joker's performance.

"

A hint of sarcasm rose at the corner of his mouth, and then he turned into a serious and stern voice:

"There are shining gold particles mixed in the sand, but the gold particles will not change the essence of you being a plate of loose sand."

"Scattered, undisciplined, and internally split. Even the group of Gaul turkeys that advocate freedom and romance in Busparton restricted the disorder with strict school rules. Hogwarts was able to last for thousands of years, in my opinion,

, This is indeed a big miracle.”

Although the words said were like words of praise, no one could understand the sarcasm.

Some buzzing sounds sounded, and the little wizards seemed to be complaining about something.

"Al." Grindelwald did not turn his head, "You have worked so hard these years. In order to maintain this freedom and scattering all the time, you must have worked very hard."
To be continued...