Chapter 59

In Hogwarts Castle.

A middle-aged man with a thick purple scarf wrapped around his head was currently giving instructions to his assistant.

"Marcus, if you want to truly master Defense Against the Dark Arts, you must first master the Dark Arts. There is no doubt that many pure-blood families have this tradition."

His tone was persuasive.

Very approachable.

It was completely different from the sharp voice of the past.

The burly boy standing next to him looked troubled.

"Professor, but...I'm not sure..."

Seeing his troubled expression.

Quirrell slapped Marcus on the shoulder with his own hand.

Sighing and shaking his head slightly.

"Well, I know that you have a grudge against black magic. After all, you are not from a pure wizarding family. It is understandable. However, as my teaching assistant, if you do not have a certain grasp of this aspect, I am afraid it will be difficult for you to be competent."

Then he slowly lowered his hand.

"It doesn't matter, I won't force you. This kind of thing is indeed too difficult for a school student. I'll just find a pure-blood wizard later. There should be someone who can do it."

"You're not my assistant now."

Finished.

Quirrell turned around to leave.

Marcus immediately panicked.

He quickly stepped forward and took Quirrell's arm.

"No, no, no, professor, I really want to be your teaching assistant, I just..."

Quirrell heard this.

A subtle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Children are easily swayed."

Then a trace of cruelty appeared in his eyes.

"But that's not enough!"

Quirrell stopped.

He looked at Marcus with cold eyes.

His whole body's temperament suddenly changed.

Marcus couldn't help but shrink his neck.

He didn't even dare to look directly into his eyes.

"Classmate Flint, did I make it clear just now?"

Quirrell raised his hand slightly.

He easily pushed away Marcus' hand grabbing his sleeve.

"Your ability is too weak. Can you complete any of the things I have asked you these days? At the same time, you are also very pedantic. Now you are not qualified to be my assistant. What do you say? don't know?"

Marcus froze on the spot.

His eyes were a little straight.

My whole body felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to tail in the middle of winter.

I couldn't help but tremble a little.

It seems that he has been hit so hard that there is nothing he can do.

Quirrell saw the appearance of the young man in front of him.

I almost couldn't hold my mouth shut.

"Snape, your way of speaking is really good. You can easily break a student's self-esteem."

He is very satisfied with Marcus' current performance.

It's no wonder that he has been assigned very heavy work to do in the past few days.

Excessive fatigue and lack of rest.

The status gap between teachers and students.

Now with Snape-esque sarcasm.

All this is to break through the Slytherin prefect in front of him!

Let him surrender completely to himself!

This is the art of controlling people that Voldemort taught him!

"Master, you are so great!"

Quirrell admired inwardly.

But ostensibly he still has to do the whole show.

Turn around and stride out.

It was as if he really didn't want to leave any chance to the young man in front of him.

Seeing Quirrell really walking away.

Marcus stared blankly.

Suddenly another sentence came.

"Okay, let's enjoy the weekend with the other students, Flint-san."

Enjoy your weekend!

Enjoy the weekend!

weekend!

"No! How can I not be better than those pig heads who are full of pure blood ancestral teachings!! This is impossible!!"

Marcus roared crazily in his heart.

He bolted forward.

He opened his arms and stopped in front of Quirrell.

"Professor, give me another chance! I can do anything!"

At this time, Marcus' face had become distorted with eagerness and anger.

If it weren't for continuing to act.

Quirrell's mouth almost burst with laughter.

The young man now has basically fallen into his trap!

But still keep your composure on the surface.

Quirrell grimaced with difficulty.

I still want to refuse and welcome again.

suddenly.

"Professor Quirrell!".

Shouts like angry thunder came from not far away.

It shook the glass around them.

I heard someone calling me.

Quirrell frowned slightly.

"Why are you ruining my good deeds at this time!"

He turned around impatiently.

"Who is it?"

But then his expression changed.

I saw a huge figure rushing towards me.

Moreover, he rushed over while crying and shouting loudly.

At this moment.

Quirrell even wanted to take out the wand from his waist.

Facing the man in front of him, cast a life-killing curse given to him by his master.

But we are in Hogwarts after all.

And Dumbledore is here.

Quirrell suppressed this impulse forcefully.

Instead, he held the wand tightly in his hand, waiting to activate the spell at any time.

"Professor Quirrell! A dark wizard has broken into the school!! In the Owlery!!"

Hagrid shouted and rushed past one meter in front of Quirrell.

His face was filled with tears.

And tears the size of table tennis balls kept falling.

"Harry, he has fainted! I need to send him to the school doctor's office quickly!"

"There's another Slytherin there, sorry... I didn't have time to care about him!"

He ran wildly.

Almost instantly, the two of them lost sight of Hagrid's back.

"What?!"

Quirrell's pupils shrank suddenly.

Marcus was also shocked.

There is some instinctive fear of dark wizards.

But I heard that there is a Slytherin who is still facing the dark wizard alone.

He immediately took out the wand from his waist.

Just run to the shack.

"What are you doing!"

Quirrell shouted loudly.

Stopped Marcus.

"Professor! Some classmates may be killed by dark wizards! I have to save them!"

Marcus kept walking.

He shouted back to Quirrell.

Quirrell's face darkened.

A wave of the magic wand.

"Idiot! All of them are petrified!"

A stream of light hit Marcus, who was running.

In an instant Marcus fell to the ground.

Quirrell stepped forward and glared at Marcus.

"Is that something you can go to? As soon as the spell is lifted, come to my office. Then we'll talk about you being a teaching assistant."

With that said, he walked towards the owl loft.

Marcus is the puppet he finally brainwashed.

How could he be allowed to die like this?

"Dark wizard? Breaking into Hogwarts?"

Quirrell was very confused at this time.

If it was before he met the Dark Lord.

Then he must think that the Dark Lord is responsible for this situation.

There's going to be a war with Dumbledore.

But now the master is waiting behind his head!

It can't be him!

Who else could be brave enough to attack Hogwarts and the Boy-Who-Lived?

What are they from?

Quirrell suddenly felt a sense of fear.

He was a little afraid of facing enemies with unknown intentions.

"Go and have a look."

A low groan that only Quirrell could hear.

It directly extinguished all his fearful thoughts.