Chapter 19 I Have a Trick, Called Telling the Parents

"McGarrett, come to my office after dinner."

Gretel really wanted to ask Professor, "Can I not go?"

But when he turned around and saw the slightly playful look in Quirrell's eyes, he decisively chose to bow his head and agree honestly.

What should you do as a wizard cub if you are targeted by a dark wizard?

If asked again now, what Grete would like to answer most is, of course, if possible, sue the parents, especially the parents who are full of moral integrity and have outstanding ability to protect the calf.

The most coincidental thing is that the most prolific professors at Hogwarts are calves.

Gretel had thought about going straight to Dumbledore's principal's office, but considering that Voldemort had already targeted him, if he was so reckless, he would definitely alert the enemy.

The snake is not afraid if it is startled. What is afraid is the revenge after the snake runs away.

The worst thing was that when he arrived at the principal's office and still didn't see Dumbledore, a giant python jumped out of the grass and swallowed him in one fell swoop.

Then they would have to find another parent. Gretel's eyes lit up and he went straight to the Charms classroom.

In terms of the whole school, besides Dumbledore, who does Gretel trust the most?

Professor Flitwick naturally came out on top.

Judging from the history of the school, all the previous Charms professors at Hogwarts were good duelists.

The reason why Professor Flitwick came to teach at Hogwarts was because he had been the dueling champion for countless times.

If Dean Flitwick is willing to accompany him to Quirrell's office, then as long as Voldemort is not willing to break up.

He, McGarrett, a first-year wizard and genius of the Eagle Academy, could just put his hands on his hips and declare that he was extremely safe.

But the troublesome part is how to make Professor Flitwick willingly accompany him without exposing the existence of Voldemort.

Mainly because Lao Fu's lurking was so good that even Dumbledore was hidden from him.

If he directly revealed Voldemort's identity, it would be easy to silence him.

So even if it is clear, you still have to find a way to clean yourself, so as not to be secretly poked by this poisonous snake.

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After dinner, Gretel followed Flitwick with a sheepish expression on his face.

There was nothing he could do. He relied on his aura of genius to trick his own dean.

But this was the best way he could think of at the moment, without revealing Voldemort's identity to the professor, and without Voldemort having any additional thoughts about him.

He sold Quirrell. In the Charms class, he deliberately pretended to ask for advice, saying that he had a spell configuration that he didn't quite understand.

Then he released all the obstacles in front of Professor Flitwick.

What's even more unfortunate is that because of their 'insufficient level', there were many obstacles and they couldn't control the range well, pushing many little wizards away.

If Professor Flitwick hadn't cast the Stop Curse quickly with his quick eyesight, everyone would have been kicked out of the classroom by the out-of-control Obstruction Curse.

Professor Flitwick, a good old man, got angry for the first time. He even scolded Quirinathiro in class, saying that he had forgotten all the things he taught after so many years of graduation.

Later, when he heard that Quirrell wanted Gretel to come to his office at night, the professor immediately thought that he was poaching behind his back as the dean of the Eagle Academy.

Everyone loves gifted students, but not everyone has the ability to teach them well.

The professor immediately said that if he went there, he would take him with him, and he would have a good discussion with Quirrell about the training of the little wizard.

In fact, in the afternoon Transfiguration class, Gretel also hinted to Professor McGonagall that someone wanted to interfere in the cultivation of genius wizards.

To be honest, based on Quirrell's performance since the beginning of school, everyone knew that he was simply not qualified to work as a formal professor.

If they had known about Quirrell's level, Hogwarts would have thought twice about becoming an assistant teacher, let alone directly issuing a letter of appointment.

However, there is no choice, Quirrell has already joined the job, no matter what, he must at least complete the teaching tasks for one school year.

Originally, Professor McGonagall had already made a move and was planning to come and have a detailed discussion with Quirrell, asking him not to delay the normal development of a young wizard.

But when he heard that Flitwick had volunteered, he declined Gretel's idea of ​​accompanying her.

"Professor Flitwick has already gone. It would be too aggressive if I go there again. Don't worry, your dean will handle it for you."

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Even though it had been an afternoon, Professor Flitwick's anger had not subsided much.

It can be seen from the professor's extremely fast pace that he can't wait to settle accounts with Quirrell.

"Professor, I am McGarrett." At Flitwick's signal, Gretel knocked politely on the door.

The thick black wooden door opened automatically in a stylish manner. Quirrell clasped his hands and half leaned on the large carved pine chair in a very graceful manner.

"So, Mr. Gretel, are you interested in learning..."

Slow and elegant, accompanied by a hint of bewitching tone, came out from Quirrell's lips and teeth, and stopped abruptly when Professor Flitwick stepped out of the shadows.

"F-Professor Flitwick," Voldemort's teasing eyes disappeared instantly and were replaced by the cowardice and nervousness that belonged to Quirinaxillo, "Why are you here."

Flitwick walked into the office with his hands behind his back and a serious look on his face. He didn't see him waving his wand, and it floated straight to Quirrell's desk.

"Quirina Chilo."

"Yes, Professor." Quirrell lowered his head slightly, trying to keep the back of his head in the blind spot of Flitwick's eyes.

Snap, a book flew up and hit Quirrell hard on the head.

"Damn it," Gretel took a breath, his head spinning rapidly. Now reminding the professor to prepare for action, can the safety of the two be guaranteed?

Before Gretel could finish thinking, the more than ten-centimeter-thick book banged several times again.

"It seems that you haven't forgotten that I taught you spells, so how can you forget what I have emphasized again and again, that the most important thing for a little wizard is to lay a good foundation.

How old is he, eleven years old, and how long has he been in school, one month and eight days.

Excuse me, when did I let you officially start learning spells when you were in school?"

Gretel noticed that Quirrell's expression struggled for a while, but he finally answered meekly, "Professor, I remember very clearly, at the end of the second month of school, the first magic learned was the levitation spell."

"Then how dare you let a group of first-year students who haven't finished learning basic magic theory and basic magic configuration cast obstacles!!!"

It can be seen that Professor Flitwick is really angry. Every time he says a word, the big book will make love with the back of Quirrell's head.

In order to prevent Flitwick from being humiliated and breaking out into a fight, Gretel immediately stood up.

"Professor, it's not Professor Quirrell's fault. He didn't ask us how to cast the spell. He just told us that if we meet a dark wizard, this spell can help us escape.

It's really not Professor Quirrell's fault. I want to learn it myself. You know, I always want to learn something new, so I asked you for advice.

I know I was wrong. I promise that I will not recklessly cast spells that I haven't mastered in the future. Please don't..."

Gretel didn't finish his words, but Flitwick had realized that Quirrell in front of him was no longer his student, but a formal professor with the same status as himself, and they were colleagues.

The floating big book fell instantly, and Professor Flitwick's face was full of apologies, and even the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose were twisted.

"Professor Quirrell, I'm really sorry. I was impulsive. You know, we are always afraid that something will happen to the little wizard. Your head is not injured, right? Let me see it..."

The back of the head is a forbidden area. How could Quirrell allow Flitwick to take off his turban?

Finally, Quirrell sincerely expressed that he had no grudge against Flitwick and that his head was definitely not injured.

Flitwick calmed down and left Quirrell's office with Gretel.

Along the way, Flitwick stopped Gretel from trying to say something until he closed the door of his office and relaxed all of a sudden.

"Gretel, you did the right thing. You must not stay alone with Quirrell." Flitwick's eyes were full of caution.

Life is not easy, Gretel sighed, asking for votes

Small theater

Quirrel: Master, master, are you okay? I will apply healing potion to you now

Unusually flat old Volt: Quirrell, I find Gretel more and more interesting. Do you think he knows something?

Quirrell complained in his heart (It's over, my master has been beaten silly, is it too late for me to get off the boat now?): How is it possible? Even Dumbledore couldn't find you, my master, how could a little wizard like you be possible?

Lao Fu sighed: (What kind of crooked subordinates are these? I really want to train a perfect subordinate myself.)