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Chapter 32 On Genius
Chapter 32 On Genius
The conversation in the office continued.
Alan didn't know whether he was shocked by Professor Quirrell's words, or he was suffocated by his tone, but he just froze there.
And Professor Quirrell was also stunned, because he just used Legilimency on Allen, but it was like a mud cow, and there was no feedback at all, but he kept his face calm and tried a few times quickly, but the result But it is the same.
Professor Quirrell looked at the antlers on Allen's head today and seemed to understand something, but even without Legilimency, he felt that he could deal with Allen, after all, he had seen too many little wizards like this.
After a long time, Allen raised his head and looked into Professor Quirrell's eyes, and said in a low voice, "So is there any other way to deal with Malfoy?"
Professor Quirrell laughed strangely: "There are many methods, which can make him more painful, and allow you to knock him down faster and more stealthily! He can even suffer injuries that are difficult to heal in his life! Let him live in the right way all his life. In your fear!"
Allen hesitated now, always feeling that today's topic is too far away, he hesitated and said: "We are just some small conflicts, there is no need to go to this point, right?"
"Small conflict? I've heard about you, but he almost killed you! Is this a small conflict?" Professor Quirrell said with a sneer.
Allen was still hesitating there.
"Kindness will make us weak, and weakness is our greatest enemy in the pursuit of strength, and I can give you more, such as I have many powerful spells and precious potion formulas, which can make you Stand out from the crowd and become the envy of everyone." Professor Quirrell walked around Allen while talking to Allen in a seductive tone.
At this time, Allen obviously felt that something was wrong with Professor Quirrell. If he was an ordinary 11-year-old wizard, he might be tempted by Professor Quirrell, but he had a mature soul, so he soon noticed Here comes the anomaly: Who would a normal teacher guide his students like this?
But now I have to pretend to be tempted, otherwise Professor Quirrell will find out that I am different from other 11-year-old wizards, and it will not end well!Allen continued to think deeply, thinking about what to do next.
And Allen's hesitation was regarded by Professor Quirrell as a sign of loose will, and he decided to continue to overweight.
He waved his wand, summoned Allen's Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook into his hand, pointed to the ancient runes on it and said, "I can still teach you ancient runes, which is knowledge that few people have mastered! And I am studying People who have been with ancient runes for a long time have mastered more ancient runes than academics!"
The weight of the last ancient rune quickly overwhelmed the balance in Allen's heart. Although he felt that something was wrong with Professor Quirrell, he was a teacher who had taught at Hogwarts for many years after all, and his behavior just now was at most a problem of teaching philosophy. That's all.
Moreover, the ancient magic text is really something that can be encountered but not sought after. It will benefit the most for his future development, so Allen decided not to hesitate anymore.
"Then can I learn?" Allen raised his head quickly.
"If you want to learn, I can teach you!" Professor Quirrell quickly responded to Allen. He finally waited for Allen's words, and the fish finally bit the bait.
Before Allen was happy for a while, Professor Quirrell changed his tone.
"But why should I teach you?" Professor Quirrell looked at Allen with a half-smile.
Now Allen was choked by Professor Quirrell's unconventional playing of cards. He never thought that there would be such a move. He was obviously still trying to lure him just now, but he didn't expect a sudden brake.
"If you are a peerless genius, then I will definitely teach you everything, because only such a person can inherit and make good use of my knowledge, and ordinary mediocrity will only harm him if he inherits my knowledge! But you are obviously not What a genius!" Professor Quirrell looked at Allen playfully, as if looking at a prey already under his claws, and couldn't help but want to play with it for a while.
But Allen took it seriously, but he knew that he was really not a peerless genius. His magical talent was obviously very ordinary, and he learned spells a little faster than ordinary people, and there was nothing outstanding.
But Allen was a little unconvinced by Professor Quirrell's words, and asked a little bluntly: "Then what kind of peerless genius do you think?"
Professor Quirrell felt more fun watching the "prey" start to struggle.
He chuckled and said, "There are two kinds of peerless geniuses in my mind. One is a person who is extremely talented in magic and can quickly master various spells and all kinds of magic knowledge; the other is someone who can do things that ordinary people can't do." What kind of genius are you, like inventing or improving a spell?"
Professor Quirrell looked at Allen mockingly, admiring his embarrassed expression, and felt that he had succeeded in suppressing the prey again. The psychological expectations of the prey had been lowered a lot. Next, he should give a sweet date to eat, and the prey would I am grateful to myself.Professor Quirrell thought coldly, he enjoyed the feeling of playing with people's hearts.
After hearing this, Allen's eyes lit up, but he hesitated in his heart. He didn't know whether it was good or bad to just show his lighting spell like this, but the temptation of ancient magic text knowledge was too great.
The improved lighting technique is just a golden egg, while the knowledge of ancient magic text is a golden hen that can lay golden eggs. It is clear at a glance which is more important.
Moreover, the settings of the last two parameters of the lighting technique are so counter-intuitive and anti-human. Even if Professor Quirrell saw it, he couldn't guess how to cast it, and his bonus from the Ministry of Magic couldn't escape.
So Allen made up his mind. He looked at Professor Quirrell seriously, and reconfirmed: "The second kind of genius you said is to improve any spell?"
Professor Quirrell was amused. He looked at Alan's serious look mockingly. He thought it was just an 11-year-old boy's last struggle for his ridiculous dignity. He decided to give this little boy a final blow, completely crush him.
"Yes! Even if you improve the simplest lighting technique, you are considered a genius. I will teach you all my knowledge. Come on! My little genius!" Professor Quirrell mocked mercilessly , his voice became sharper, and he laughed out loud after he finished speaking, as if he had heard something particularly funny.
"WOCAO!" Allen couldn't help it anymore, "I'm going to be forced to pretend that this is delivered to my door, but I will be struck by lightning!" Allen thought quickly in his heart, but he was still hesitating.
But his hesitation was regarded as discouragement by Professor Quirrell, and he decided not to moles his prey anymore.
"As long as you do one thing for me, I will teach you this knowledge!" Professor Quirrell changed back to a seductive tone, and whispered in Allen's ear.
But Allen heard contempt from it, which made him make up his mind.
Allen pulled out his wand and uttered his most familiar spell:
"Fluorescent flashes!"
"Fluorescent flashes!"
Then two red balls of light appeared above Professor Quirrell's head and were flying rapidly.
Professor Quirrell's laughter stopped abruptly. He raised his head and looked at the flickering ball of light in the sky in surprise, squinting his eyes to carefully identify the two letters formed by the trajectory of the ball of light.
After a long time, he said doubtfully:
"SB?"
(End of this chapter)
The conversation in the office continued.
Alan didn't know whether he was shocked by Professor Quirrell's words, or he was suffocated by his tone, but he just froze there.
And Professor Quirrell was also stunned, because he just used Legilimency on Allen, but it was like a mud cow, and there was no feedback at all, but he kept his face calm and tried a few times quickly, but the result But it is the same.
Professor Quirrell looked at the antlers on Allen's head today and seemed to understand something, but even without Legilimency, he felt that he could deal with Allen, after all, he had seen too many little wizards like this.
After a long time, Allen raised his head and looked into Professor Quirrell's eyes, and said in a low voice, "So is there any other way to deal with Malfoy?"
Professor Quirrell laughed strangely: "There are many methods, which can make him more painful, and allow you to knock him down faster and more stealthily! He can even suffer injuries that are difficult to heal in his life! Let him live in the right way all his life. In your fear!"
Allen hesitated now, always feeling that today's topic is too far away, he hesitated and said: "We are just some small conflicts, there is no need to go to this point, right?"
"Small conflict? I've heard about you, but he almost killed you! Is this a small conflict?" Professor Quirrell said with a sneer.
Allen was still hesitating there.
"Kindness will make us weak, and weakness is our greatest enemy in the pursuit of strength, and I can give you more, such as I have many powerful spells and precious potion formulas, which can make you Stand out from the crowd and become the envy of everyone." Professor Quirrell walked around Allen while talking to Allen in a seductive tone.
At this time, Allen obviously felt that something was wrong with Professor Quirrell. If he was an ordinary 11-year-old wizard, he might be tempted by Professor Quirrell, but he had a mature soul, so he soon noticed Here comes the anomaly: Who would a normal teacher guide his students like this?
But now I have to pretend to be tempted, otherwise Professor Quirrell will find out that I am different from other 11-year-old wizards, and it will not end well!Allen continued to think deeply, thinking about what to do next.
And Allen's hesitation was regarded by Professor Quirrell as a sign of loose will, and he decided to continue to overweight.
He waved his wand, summoned Allen's Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook into his hand, pointed to the ancient runes on it and said, "I can still teach you ancient runes, which is knowledge that few people have mastered! And I am studying People who have been with ancient runes for a long time have mastered more ancient runes than academics!"
The weight of the last ancient rune quickly overwhelmed the balance in Allen's heart. Although he felt that something was wrong with Professor Quirrell, he was a teacher who had taught at Hogwarts for many years after all, and his behavior just now was at most a problem of teaching philosophy. That's all.
Moreover, the ancient magic text is really something that can be encountered but not sought after. It will benefit the most for his future development, so Allen decided not to hesitate anymore.
"Then can I learn?" Allen raised his head quickly.
"If you want to learn, I can teach you!" Professor Quirrell quickly responded to Allen. He finally waited for Allen's words, and the fish finally bit the bait.
Before Allen was happy for a while, Professor Quirrell changed his tone.
"But why should I teach you?" Professor Quirrell looked at Allen with a half-smile.
Now Allen was choked by Professor Quirrell's unconventional playing of cards. He never thought that there would be such a move. He was obviously still trying to lure him just now, but he didn't expect a sudden brake.
"If you are a peerless genius, then I will definitely teach you everything, because only such a person can inherit and make good use of my knowledge, and ordinary mediocrity will only harm him if he inherits my knowledge! But you are obviously not What a genius!" Professor Quirrell looked at Allen playfully, as if looking at a prey already under his claws, and couldn't help but want to play with it for a while.
But Allen took it seriously, but he knew that he was really not a peerless genius. His magical talent was obviously very ordinary, and he learned spells a little faster than ordinary people, and there was nothing outstanding.
But Allen was a little unconvinced by Professor Quirrell's words, and asked a little bluntly: "Then what kind of peerless genius do you think?"
Professor Quirrell felt more fun watching the "prey" start to struggle.
He chuckled and said, "There are two kinds of peerless geniuses in my mind. One is a person who is extremely talented in magic and can quickly master various spells and all kinds of magic knowledge; the other is someone who can do things that ordinary people can't do." What kind of genius are you, like inventing or improving a spell?"
Professor Quirrell looked at Allen mockingly, admiring his embarrassed expression, and felt that he had succeeded in suppressing the prey again. The psychological expectations of the prey had been lowered a lot. Next, he should give a sweet date to eat, and the prey would I am grateful to myself.Professor Quirrell thought coldly, he enjoyed the feeling of playing with people's hearts.
After hearing this, Allen's eyes lit up, but he hesitated in his heart. He didn't know whether it was good or bad to just show his lighting spell like this, but the temptation of ancient magic text knowledge was too great.
The improved lighting technique is just a golden egg, while the knowledge of ancient magic text is a golden hen that can lay golden eggs. It is clear at a glance which is more important.
Moreover, the settings of the last two parameters of the lighting technique are so counter-intuitive and anti-human. Even if Professor Quirrell saw it, he couldn't guess how to cast it, and his bonus from the Ministry of Magic couldn't escape.
So Allen made up his mind. He looked at Professor Quirrell seriously, and reconfirmed: "The second kind of genius you said is to improve any spell?"
Professor Quirrell was amused. He looked at Alan's serious look mockingly. He thought it was just an 11-year-old boy's last struggle for his ridiculous dignity. He decided to give this little boy a final blow, completely crush him.
"Yes! Even if you improve the simplest lighting technique, you are considered a genius. I will teach you all my knowledge. Come on! My little genius!" Professor Quirrell mocked mercilessly , his voice became sharper, and he laughed out loud after he finished speaking, as if he had heard something particularly funny.
"WOCAO!" Allen couldn't help it anymore, "I'm going to be forced to pretend that this is delivered to my door, but I will be struck by lightning!" Allen thought quickly in his heart, but he was still hesitating.
But his hesitation was regarded as discouragement by Professor Quirrell, and he decided not to moles his prey anymore.
"As long as you do one thing for me, I will teach you this knowledge!" Professor Quirrell changed back to a seductive tone, and whispered in Allen's ear.
But Allen heard contempt from it, which made him make up his mind.
Allen pulled out his wand and uttered his most familiar spell:
"Fluorescent flashes!"
"Fluorescent flashes!"
Then two red balls of light appeared above Professor Quirrell's head and were flying rapidly.
Professor Quirrell's laughter stopped abruptly. He raised his head and looked at the flickering ball of light in the sky in surprise, squinting his eyes to carefully identify the two letters formed by the trajectory of the ball of light.
After a long time, he said doubtfully:
"SB?"
(End of this chapter)
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