Harry Potter: The Dragon Lord Arrives at Hogwarts

The battle kicked off in an instant!

The light in the Leaky Cauldron bar was dim.

My neighbor totoro's sudden fried behavior made Dudley completely unresponsive.

The pace was too fast!

In front of the vision, I saw Quirrell's mouth closed one by one, and did not make a sound.

The air flow around suddenly slowed down, as if an invisible palm gently brushed over the surface of the skin of everyone at the scene.

This feeling....

My

neighbor totoro's body stiffened and motionless in mid-air

! "Stop, Quirrell, what do you mean by this!?"

He took a step forward and his body suddenly stopped in front of Harry and Dudley.

A pair of big fan-like hands clenched into fists

, if the situation was not right, he was ready to protect the trainees!"

Quirrell's expression instantly changed from gloomy to panicked.

"Nope.... No... Not really!

Hagrid.... Sir, this... This is a mistake.... Misunderstand.

The situation went in an unpredictable direction, and Quirrell hurriedly explained, before he could finish the words in his mouth fluently.

The figure of Totoro, who was imprisoned in mid-air by magic, disappeared out of thin air again, waiting for everyone to react.

The totoro figure was already close to Quirrell's face!

He hurriedly leaned back, but there were already a few more shallow blood marks above his cheeks.

At the same time, Dudley felt a soft touch in the palm of his hand again.

When I looked down, I saw that my neighbor toro was standing in the palm of his hand, and his small body was gesturing like a claw.

Clearly demonstrated to Quirrell.

Oops....

Perhaps this incident was the beginning of all trouble

, but the imaginary scene of Professor Quirrell being provoked by Totoro and becoming angry did not happen, but naturally dealt with his wounds.

"Professor Quirrell seems to be in a very bad state, but don't take it to heart, you know, these two are children, but I still have to apologize to you on their behalf."

Hagrid sighed helplessly, such a thing happened in an ordinary meeting, which made him distressed and secretly blamed himself that he should not have promised Dudley to take his pet to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Nothing.... Nothing happens.... Hagrid, you know, before I became a lecturer in the theory of the dark arts class at Hogwarts....

The direction of study is the field of Muggle studies, as well as wizarding exploration.

Professor Quirrell took a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped the shallow wound on his face as he swallowed and struggled to finish the sentence.

"Okay, Professor Quirrell, we have limited time, these two students will appear in your class in the future, and you will have a chance to meet again, so I will take the two of you to leave first." Seeing

that more and more people were noticing this, Hagrid couldn't help but drag Dudley and Harry and quickly left the scene.

Before leaving, Dudley glanced back at Quirrell.

Looking at the wound on his face, and the thick bandage wrapped around his head, and the indifferent smile that he had always maintained.

Dudley didn't say anything more, but followed Hagrid to a closed wall.

The walls are made of masonry, and judging by the degree of surface weathering, traces of long ages are clearly visible.

"Mr. Hagrid, this is a wall..... There is no way!"

asked Harry in a low voice, looking at the wall.

"You see, this is not a wall, this is a door!"

Hagrid's voice fell, picking up the umbrella behind him and tapping rhythmically on the upper and middle position of the wall.

"Click!" A few strange sounds, and the wall opened from the center to the sides.

Harry looked stunned.

Hagrid's face was a little proud.

And Dudley's brows have been furrowed... This Professor Quirrell

.....

Leaky Cauldron Bar, in a separate room.

Hogwarts professor of dark magic who had previously met Dudley's group, Quirinus Quirrell.

Stand dumbfounded inside the house.

With a few candles flickering around, Rocky raised his hand to touch the strap above his head, muttering to himself, unlike before, he now spoke extremely fluently, without the slightest stuttering and stuttering.

"Great and supreme being, I heard your call, your most devout servant, Quirinus Quirrellau, is here, listening to your teachings.

Quirrell's voice seemed a little dull, and a human face appeared on the back of his head, his facial features distorted, and his lips squirming one by one.

"I... I felt it, that... Stuff.....

Quirrell's expression was a little hesitant, but he still spoke:

"Great master, do you mean the mouse from before?

The face on his head suddenly interrupted Quirrell's voice:

"No, this little guy's body has a feeling that makes me very close, its abnormality is not only claws and magical talent, I can feel it, it can be very good...

Carry my soul.

I...

I need it...."As

soon as the voice of the face fell, Quirrell's knees involuntarily fell to the ground, and the voice in his mouth was full of trepidation:

"Lord.... Master, you... You can't do this!

Do you say.... Isn't my human body, your humble servant, comparable to a 'mouse?'"

PS: Update, the furry chinchilla is in a flight crisis, pinching his waist (/≥▽≤/) ~ Thank you for your support~