The Transformers at Hogwarts

Chapter 31 Professor Quirrell
Alan and his friends went to the auditorium for dinner, then left Harry and Ron again, and went to Professor Quirrell's office alone.

At the door of Professor Quirrell's office, Allen calmed down his excitement, straightened his robe, and knocked on the door lightly a few times.

The door opened quickly, and Professor Quirrell was still wearing his big purple turban on his head. Under the light of the room, the purple turban looked particularly huge.

Allen only felt that his small body was completely shrouded in the shadow of Professor Quirrell's turban, and he felt a little weird in his heart.

But he still put this feeling behind him, he still remembered the purpose of coming here today, he bowed politely, and said to Professor Quirrell: "Professor, I want to ask you some questions about magic, I hope Got your advice!"

And Professor Quirrell did not respond to Alan, nor did he move his body to let Alan enter the room. He just looked at Alan like this, and Alan felt something was wrong, and he also secretly observed Professor Quirrell.

But because Professor Quirrell was backlit, Allen couldn't see the expression on Professor Quirrell's face clearly, and only felt that he was looking at him with some playfulness.

"Professor?" Allen couldn't stand the dull atmosphere, so he took the initiative to remind him.

Professor Quirrell stepped aside and said in a low voice, "Come in! My boy!"

Allen glanced at Professor Quirrell in surprise, and was a little surprised in his heart: "Sure enough, my guess is correct. Professor Quirrell is not so socially fearful when there are few people! Now he doesn't stutter at all. "

Allen walked briskly into Professor Quirrell's office. Unexpectedly, there was no garlic smell in Professor Quirrell's office, but there was a strong smell of potion.

Allen suspected that he had come to Professor Snape's office. Fortunately, the smell of the potion was not so bad, at least it was much better than the smell of garlic.

It was dark in the room except for a light in the corner of the room.

Alan was a little overwhelmed when he entered the house.

"Sit there!" Professor Quirrell pointed to a chair under the light and said to Allen in a commanding tone.

Allen was taken aback, but he followed Professor Quirrell's instructions and sat down on that chair carefully.

And Professor Quirrell sat in a place opposite Allen, where the light couldn't reach, shrouded himself in darkness, and remained motionless.

The atmosphere once again sank into dullness.

Allen felt that Professor Quirrell was constantly observing himself in the dark. He only felt that his throat was dry, and he felt that he had to break the deadlock.

"Professor, I came here to ask some questions about the Petrification Curse and the Leg-locking Curse. Please give me some advice." Allen found out his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and handed it to Professor Quirrell respectfully.

Quirrell seemed to come back to his senses at this time, he stretched out a hand to expose it to the light, and took the textbook.

Allen felt that the hand was slender and pale, and the nails were slightly black.

"Why do you want to learn these two spells?" Professor Quirrell's voice was dull.

Allen suddenly found that he became nervous unconsciously. He swallowed hard, moistened his throat, and replied dryly:
"I am very interested in this area, so I want to study it in my spare time."

"Hahahaha!" Professor Quirrell smiled coldly.

"Tell me your real reason! I don't like people who lie to me! If you want to learn something, you must be sincere!" Professor Quirrell's voice suddenly became majestic.

Allen got stuck all of a sudden. He felt that Professor Quirrell was right, but the real reason couldn't be told. What should we do?Allen thought anxiously.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then you can go back. It was supposed to be the next semester, and I have no obligation to guide you now!" Professor Quirrell said unhurriedly.

Allen felt anxious, suddenly thought of what Ron said today, and blurted out: "Malfoy! It's because of Malfoy!"

"Malfoy!" Professor Quirrell repeated the name, seeming to be familiar with the surname.

"Oh? Tell me carefully!" Professor Quirrell seemed very interested in this topic, and even his tone changed.

Allen's brain turned quickly, knowing that he had to give a satisfactory answer, or he would be kicked out by Professor Quirrell, and he would never think about asking Professor Quirrell again.

So he took out his lying experience in his previous life, controlled his expression, and kept thinking about the hateful things about Malfoy in his mind, the despair and helplessness when he was struggling to survive in the air, filling his heart with these emotions.

Sure enough, under the wash of these emotions, Allen's expression became a little distorted and ferocious: "Malfoy insulted my parents and almost killed me. I will teach him a good lesson!"

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Professor Quirrell clapped his hands slowly in the shadows, and there was some excitement in his voice: "That's right! Hatred is the best motivation for people to progress!"

Allen breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to relax at all. He didn't expect that Professor Quirrell, who is usually kind and funny, would put him under such great pressure. Now he feels cold sweat on his back.

"I just want to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson!" Allen only felt that he was possessed by the actor, and his performance became smoother and better, so he continued his efforts and said to Professor Quirrell bitterly.

Professor Quirrell came out of the shadows at this time, looked at Allen and said appreciatively: "Yes! That's it! I see the desire for power in your eyes!"

It was only then that Allen realized that Professor Quirrell had become so strange. He looked at Professor Quirrell tremblingly, not daring to breathe.

Professor Quirrell flipped through Allen's Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook casually, and suddenly paused, as if seeing something unexpected, he quickly flipped through the entire book.

"Ancient runes?" Professor Quirrell's voice became a little suspicious, "Why are there ancient runes in your textbook?"

"Well, I recently wanted to find a way to deal with Malfoy from the ancient runes. You know, he has two very strong followers! It's very difficult to deal with." Allen quickly added, he only felt that he had fully entered It's a drama, and even I can't tell the truth from the false words.

"Hmph! The direction is good! It's just too overbearing!" Professor Quirrell snorted coldly and commented expressionlessly.

Professor Quirrell casually threw Alan's Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook aside, lowered his body suddenly, and brought his head close to Alan's face, their noses almost touching each other.
Allen only felt that he smelled a strange smell, and leaned back subconsciously, and was immediately shocked by Professor Quirrell's eyes. The light doubled his pressure.

"Don't you think it's too cheap for Malfoy to just use the Petrification Curse and the Leg Locking Curse?" Professor Quirrell's voice became grim.

Allen felt that his tone was cold and without warmth.
(End of this chapter)