Chapter 799 Quirinas Quirrell (Part 2)

Salzburg, Salk Magical Hospital.

Area G-5, Corridor A-2, Quirinus Chilo's ward.

"It seems that you are recovering well..."

Grindelwald took out his wand and waved it lightly, summoning two chairs beside the hospital bed.

"Anyway, welcome to wake up from the nightmare, kid. Relax a little, this is not an interrogation, otherwise it should be an Auror from the Ministry of Magic who appears here at this time, not me, an old bone that is about to be buried in the ground. .”

"Whether it's an Auror from the Ministry of Magic or Mr. Apokalis..."

Quirinus Quirrell looked around and shook his head blankly.

"Ms. Elizabeth has told me about my condition. In addition to the damage to my body due to overdraft, the curse on my soul from the unicorn blood and the sequelae of some black magic have fundamentally destroyed my magic power—— Logically speaking, anyone in my situation would have died long ago. Of course, this may also be a punishment..."

"Stay alive, this is the best outcome."

Grindelwald grinned, took out a thick parchment envelope from his arms and placed it on Quirrell's lap.

"Before coming to Salk Magical Hospital, Professor Dumbledore specifically told me that if you wake up, he will ask you if you are willing to return to Hogwarts to teach after you recover from your injury - of course , except Defense Against the Dark Arts."

There was no address or recipient written on the parchment envelope, it was just sealed with the wax seal of the Hogwarts school crest.

"Return to Hogwarts? Professor Dumbledore..."

Quirinus Quirrell's gray eyes flashed for a moment, and then darkened faster.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Apokalis, you should also know what happened before. I helped the Dark Lord sneak into Hogwarts Castle, poach unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, and almost injured you and Cass. Miss Lanna, she even wants to..."

"Oh, I don't remember you hurting me or Elena."

Before Quirrell finished speaking, he was interrupted by Grindelwald with a wave of his hand, and the old man said with a gentle smile.

"As for the guilt in your heart, I think you may have to talk to Professor Dumbledore later, or find a Muggle church to confess."

"By the way, you have to apologize to the unicorn you hurt after you recover."

Grindelwald looked at Quirrell, raised his eyebrows, and said meaningfully.

"Let's think about it for a while. Losing magic might not be a bad thing. Besides, I don't think all courses at Hogwarts require advanced magical abilities, right, Professor Quirrell?"

Before last school year, Quirinus Quirrell was not a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

As one of the best graduates of Hogwarts over the years, Quirinus Quirrell, who stayed at the school directly as a professor after graduation, was once regarded as the next head of Ravenclaw - both in terms of character and knowledge. , concentration, this young wizard is much more reliable and solid than the flashy guy Gilderoy Lockhart.

"But, before I..." Quirrell pursed his lips, his eyes struggling a little.

"Are you still worried about being controlled by Voldemort? Ha, that is completely unnecessary."

Grindelwald grinned, looked at Quirinus Quirrell seriously and said.

"During the days when the Dark Devil's power was at its most rampant and heyday, many wizards who were more outstanding than you were once controlled by Voldemort. It was just in your first practice in life that you were unlucky enough to meet the most powerful wizard in the world. It’s amazing that a difficult dark wizard can survive successfully. In my opinion, you just have some bad luck, that’s all.”

"It's not bad luck. The reason why I chose to go to the Black Forest of Albania was to find Voldemort. I once thought I could be the one who traced Voldemort's whereabouts, and even went one step further and caught him. Unfortunately..."

Quirinus Quirrell shook his head dejectedly and smiled miserably.

During Quirrell's campus career, although he was recognized by many peers and professors because of his solid theory and intelligence, he was also ridiculed a lot because of his cowardice and neurosis - Like those who feel that they are insignificant or even ridiculous, Quirinus Quirrell has an underlying desire for the world to look at him with admiration.

Because of this, Quirrell was not content simply to be a professor in a fringe subject.

He began to deliberately look for traces of the Dark Wizard, partly out of curiosity, partly out of his desire for his own importance that had never been noticed - Hagrid told Quirrell "he has a bright head" His judgment was correct. Quirinus Quirrell guessed where Voldemort might be hiding. He was even faster than Dumbledore at this point.

The only pity is that the Hogwarts teacher thought he could control the confrontation with the weakened Voldemort.

Facts have proved that even at Voldemort's weakest state, this idea was naive and arrogant.

When Voldemort realized that Quirrell was teaching at Hogwarts, he immediately took control of Quirrell. The huge strength gap and the erosion of soul power left Quirinus Quirrell with no time and no way to resist.

"The Dark Lord is so terrifying. In front of him, I feel like I'm back when I first entered Hogwarts."

Quirinus Quirrell said softly, his face seemed to become a little paler due to fear.

"Now that I think about it, I really overestimated my capabilities in trying to catch the most dangerous dark wizard in history alone..."

"The most dangerous thing in history? Hehe, he's just a miserable wandering soul hiding here and there, licking blood stains in the soil, and lingering! This is indeed a bit embarrassing, but that's all. It's not a bad thing for young people to suffer a little. "

Grindelwald waved his hand impatiently, with a hint of undisguised disgust on his face.

"Sad... remnant soul?"

Quirinus Quirrell was slightly stunned, his eyes lingered on the old man for a moment, and he sighed softly.

"Of course, of course, you are qualified and confident to say that. But not everyone is as lucky as you to take away so much time from the god of death, right, Professor Apokalis...or rather, recently The greatest healer of ten centuries and one of the two known owners of the Philosopher's Stone, Mr. Paracelsus."

It was no secret among the professors at Hogwarts that Otto Apokalis was the pseudonym of Paracelsus.

Long before the old wizard threatened the Dark Lord and forced them to hand over his share of the meal, Voldemort had already guessed the other party's true identity, and the encounter in the Forbidden Forest was just based on this guess. Finally, it comes to an end.

"Paracelsus? Oh, yes, this is indeed one of my identities."

Grindelwald chuckled, blinked, and pointed to the envelope on Quirrell's lap with a smile.

"Then can you please tell me your current choice - whether to accept Professor Dumbledore's suggestion and return to teach in Hogwarts Castle? The young man has made a slight mistake. This is not a big problem. It seems like it was just a long nightmare, as long as I wake up in time..."

"No need, Professor Apokalis..."

Quirinus Quirrell's eyes were red with emotion.

He is very aware of how bad his previous actions are in today's magical world. Even if he did not do any substantial bad things, it was enough for him to be imprisoned in Azkaban and live a miserable life. .

Perhaps, only a great wizard like Albus Dumbledore would tolerate him regardless of past grudges.

But for Quirrell, ever since he succumbed to his desires and cowardly allowed Voldemort to control and direct his body, he knew that he might never be able to stand on the Hogwarts podium calmly again - now He can no longer talk confidently in the classroom as he did when he first stayed at the school to teach two years ago.

In the long history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there has never been a precedent for a Squib to serve as a professor.

Not to mention, at this time, he might not even be as good as a squib.

"I'm very sorry, Professor. If you can, please help me convey my apology to Professor Dumbledore."

Quirinus Quirrell reluctantly touched the parchment envelope placed on his lap, a trace of determination and pain flashed in his eyes, he took a breath and solemnly pushed it aside. He said with a self-deprecating smile.

"Apart from the knowledge in books, I can't think of anything else to tell them? How to quickly succumb in front of a powerful and photographable Dark Wizard? Or how to go beyond your own capabilities to find and serve the Dark Lord? Hogwart The students of Ci deserve to be taught by better wizards, not... cowardly nerds like me."

"That's okay, actually I think - although, Albus might not allow it."

The old wizard shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the little girl next to him with a strange expression.

Immediately afterwards, contrary to Quirinus Quirrell's expectation, the expression on the face of the old wizard with a warm smile became brighter, and he did not seem to feel lost or frustrated at all by his answer.

"Speaking of which...can I understand that you rejected Professor Dumbledore's proposal?"

Seeing Quirrell nod again, the old wizard raised his eyebrows, cleared his throat and said.

"In this case, it is now my turn to propose a second plan - Dear Mr. Quirinus Quirrell, I think you should know that you can survive such severe magical trauma after Voldemort leaves. Surviving by chance is simply a miracle. We have spent a lot of money and energy trying to find ways to save your life."

"Yes, I'm very grateful..." Quirrell nodded and said a little uneasily.

"But, as we all know, hope and miracles are not free."

"Eh?"

Before Quirinus Quirrell could react to what the old man meant, he saw the old wizard pull out his wand for the second time and wave it casually in the air.

Silently, an almost solid magic barrier appeared in the ward, shrouding them in it.

Even Quirinus Quirrell, who was extremely weak, could vaguely feel the somewhat hair-raising magic fluctuations.

"I have said before that Paracelsus is just one of my many identities. But more than fifty years ago, people in this world, millions of people, were usually more accustomed to using another name. Come and call me..."

The old man said with a grin, the smile on his face getting brighter and he spoke softly.

"Gellert Grindelwald."

"W-what?!"

"Shh... don't get too excited, young man, you just woke up."

Under the shocked gaze of Quirinus Quirrell, Grindelwald spread his hands and smiled shyly.

"Well, as you can see, I am an idealist who hates being rejected, is fair, and likes to discover young people with potential. Do you understand what I mean? I am not as crazy as Voldemort. The scary bad wizard. Now, let’s talk about the life-saving grace and the price you need to pay for doing something to me..."

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Guacridine! Big chapter!