The Transformers at Hogwarts

Chapter 33 Conversation
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward and depressing.

Professor Quirrell looked at the ball of light flying in the sky without saying a word, wondering what he was thinking.

Allen was made a little uncomfortable by the depressing atmosphere. He was a little overwhelmed, and he didn't dare to take advantage of the victory to return the words that Professor Quirrell just said to him.

The last one who couldn't help it was Alan. He changed the topic in a low voice and explained: "I actually planned to use this on Malfoy, but I just couldn't hold back!"

Professor Quirrell saw that Allen had stepped down the steps, and ended his gaze, and continued down calmly: "Is SB the abbreviation for Super Boy? Why are you praising Malfoy?"

Allen was stunned by Professor Quirrell's words. He never expected to change the language system, and SB could explain it in this way. He still remembered that the English name of a talent show "Happy Boys" he had watched in his previous life was also Super Boy. Suddenly there are 1 slots but I don't know how to spit them out.

Allen had no choice but to murmur, "It's true what you said. I'll think about what to draw on Malfoy's head!"

Interrupted by this topic, the atmosphere in the room instantly eased a lot.

But Professor Quirrell seemed a little bit uneasy, and returned to the seat in the shadows, hiding his face in the darkness.

Alan said carefully: "You just said."

Professor Quirrell, who was hiding in the shadows, interrupted Allen roughly: "How did you do it?"

"Do what?" Allen asked blankly.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​improving lighting in that way?" Professor Quirrell asked bluntly.

This stopped Alan from asking, but this question did not bother him. He had an omnipotent reason: "A year ago, an extremely strong magic riot happened to me, and my head suffered a lot because of it. The injury, although he has completely healed after treatment, but since then, strange thoughts have always popped up in his mind."

Professor Quirrell was left speechless by Allen's weird reason. Is it true that mental patients have broad minds and mentally handicapped children have a lot of fun?

Seeing that Professor Quirrell stopped talking, Alan began to want to continue the topic that was just interrupted. He said carefully: "You just said that you only want me"

Professor Quirrell interrupted Alan again: "Why did it take you so long to sort your school when the semester started?"

"The Sorting Hat said it couldn't see my thoughts, as if it was saying a spell that didn't work on me." Allen said honestly, he really didn't think there was anything to hide.

Professor Quirrell, who was hiding in the shadows, became even more upset. He looked at Allen and felt that he had nowhere to say anything. He felt that he had changed from a hunter to a prey, and the previous prey turned into a prey. He came over and stepped on his seven inches, which made him very uncomfortable. Now he is passive everywhere, what should I do?

Professor Quirrell felt a little regretful, and he was also a little bit annoyed. He wanted to quickly end today's embarrassing scene.

So he cast a spell quietly and without a wand, and cast the Imperius Curse and the Oblivion Curse on Allen, but it was still muddy cows into the sea, and there was no feedback at all.
This made Professor Quirrell even more uncomfortable.
This little wizard couldn't fight, kill, or control, which made him think he was sick. Professor Quirrell lamented in his mind.

At this time, Alan saw that Professor Quirrell was silent again, and asked carefully again: "You just said that you know that I have improved."

Unsurprisingly, Professor Quirrell interrupted Allen again. He tried his best to get rid of the sick thoughts in his mind that made him feel sick in his brain, and quickly asked Allen: "What is your lighting spell?" improved?"

Allen said sorry to Professor Quirrell: "I can't tell you this. I still have a lot of debts. Do I need to rely on this to pay off some?"

Professor Quirrell sneered and said, "I can guess such a simple spell without you having to say it!"

After speaking, he drew out his wand and quickly cast the Illumination Charm. He saw light balls of various colors quickly appear on the tip of his wand. Some of these light balls were spinning, and some were flickering. But none of them could fly off the tip of the wand
Allen watched Professor Richlow's face in the dark being flickered by various light spheres, and found that his expression became more and more gloomy.

And Allen was stunned by Professor Quirrell's spell-casting speed. When he cast a lighting spell, Professor Quirrell could cast five or six. Professor Quirrell was as professional as he thought at the beginning. The speed of casting the spell shows that his strength is indeed very strong.

After casting dozens of Illumination Charms, Professor Quirrell finally stopped, and the place where he sat was once again plunged into darkness.

But Allen was unwilling to let Professor Quirrell go. The strength that Professor Quirrell had just demonstrated strengthened his determination to learn with his thighs in his arms, so he said for the fourth time: "You just said that as long as I improve the spell, even the lighting Curse, you will teach me all your knowledge, so please teach me more in the future!"

After finishing speaking, he bowed to the craftsman spirit, and made a deep 90-degree Japanese bow.

Professor Quirrell sighed in the dark, walked slowly to Alan, helped him up, and said to him calmly: "It makes me very happy to get such a good student today, I will definitely I will teach you all my knowledge, and I hope you can use it in the right place."

Allen was overjoyed after hearing this, and kept assuring Professor Quirrell.

But Professor Quirrell sighed, his expression became sad, and Allen's heart also lifted.

I saw Professor Quirrell said: "Today, you and I, master and apprentice, really hate seeing each other too late, but unfortunately I don't have much time, so I can only give my knowledge to you as much as possible before I die!"

Allen was stunned again, thinking to himself: What kind of routine is this?Although he had doubts in his heart, he had to take over what Professor Quirrell had to say.

"Professor, what's going on?" Allen asked.

"A few months ago, I went to the dark forest in Albania. I was accidentally attacked by a magical creature and suffered serious injuries. Now I rely on some potions to survive!" Professor Quirrell said slowly.

"Then I can report to Professor Dumbledore for you! He is the greatest wizard of this era, and he must have a way to heal you." Allen actively pushed the matter out.

"No, I've found a cure now, so I don't need to bother Professor Dumbledore, but now I'm short of some magic materials, so I hope you can help me pay attention." Professor Quirrell was not moved at all.

I believe you big head ghost!You must have made it up yourself!Allen cursed inwardly.

But at this point, it's not easy for Allen to expose Professor Quirrell.

"Okay, I will help to keep an eye on it. I don't know what you need? I will write it down quickly."

"The magic materials I need can only be found in the Forbidden Forest!"

"Ah? Then I can't help it. When the school started, Professor Dumbledore had already said that students were not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest."

"No, you can do it. Didn't the school provide you with a work-study job?"

"Yeah, it's been a long time, and I still don't believe it!"

"Professor McGonagall has confirmed that your job is to help the gamekeeper Rupert Hagrid go to the Forbidden Forest to deal with some matters, and Professor Dumbledore has approved it!"

"Ah? Ah!"

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(End of this chapter)