"Uh … … I … … I .... uhm … …"

Quirrell obviously didn't expect that,

Someone would ask him the key to the story directly.

In fact …

He hadn't finished making it up yet.

After all, according to his speculation.

Before he talked about how to defeat the zombies.

The bell would have rung after class.

There was no need to make it up.

But

This student didn't talk about martial arts ethics.

He asked directly!

The careless Quirrell didn't want to dodge.

He had to make it up on the spot.

But … in a hurry.

He couldn't make it up.

So, he stuttered for a long time.

He had to be vague.

He wanted to muddle through.

"Well … … in fact … … the strong … … sunlight is the best weapon against … against the zombies … …"

"Oh … … the weather today is very good, the sun is very warm … …"

Quirrell reluctantly tried to change the topic to the weather.

But … …

Blake didn't pay attention to his reluctance to change the topic.

Instead, he continued to look at Quirrell with admiration.

"I heard that the professor had excellent grades when you were in school."

"Not long after graduation, you were rehired as a professor of defence against dark magic!"

"You are my role model!"

"Oh … … is … … is that so … no … you … … you are exaggerating."

Quirrell couldn't deal with Blake anymore.

Hermione looked at Blake suspiciously.

She didn't understand what this guy was up to.

The level of this guy's lecture.

Everyone knew that he wasn't good.

She didn't understand why Blake would say such mushy words with admiration.

Blake ignored Hermione's rolling eyes.

He continued to speak.

"It turns out that you are really excellent, professor."

"I heard from many seniors that over the years, there have been people who applied for the position of professor of defence against dark magic right after graduation."

"However, those who thought they were extremely talented were all rejected!"

"Only you were rehired!

Isn't that enough to prove your excellence? "

"I think you are better than those who applied for this position before!"

Blake's voice had just faded.

Quirrell was so scared that he almost fell to the ground.

You can't just say that!

What do you mean?

What are you hinting at?

Are you trying to harm me?!

Back then, after Voldemort graduated.

Thus, he applied for the position of Defensive Black Magic Professor.

Later, the principal at the time, Armando Dippet, accepted Dumbledore's suggestion.

He rejected Voldemort at that time.

He said he was still too young.

He wanted him to first gain some experience before applying …

Now, Blake directly said that he was better than the people who had applied for this position as soon as they graduated.

Didn't they just say that Quirrell was better than Voldemort?

Quirrell's body went numb.

This little child was spouting nonsense.

On the surface, it looked like he was praising himself.

But in reality, he was roasting himself on the fire!

Voldemort was attached to the back of Quirrell's head.

So how was Voldemort feeling?

Quirrell could feel it clearly.

And just now …

He clearly felt a surge of anger rushing to the top of his head.

It was not his own anger, of course.

As for who it belonged to …

Wasn't that obvious?

"No no no!

I used to be a Muggle Studies professor. "

"I only started teaching defensive dark magic this year!"

"I wasn't hired as a defensive dark magic professor as soon as I graduated!"

Quirrell was so scared that he couldn't even stutter.

This scene could be called a medical miracle!

"So I'm completely incomparable to those who have the confidence to apply for a professorship as soon as they graduate."

"Yes!

Far from it! "

After Quirrell said this.

Sure enough, Voldemort's mood calmed down a little.

However, after he went back.

A round of torture was inevitable.

At least it wasn't that serious.

Blake smiled slightly.

He accepted a silver treasure chest that was generated due to fear.

After another gold treasure chest that was generated due to anger.

He continued to deal damage.

"But … Professor Quirrell."

"Didn't you apply for a teaching position as soon as you graduated?"

"Although you started as a Muggle Studies professor."

"But … the application was successful!"

"And Principal Dumbledore asked you to change your teaching position from Muggle Studies to Defensive Dark Magic Professor."

"Doesn't this mean that your excellence has been recognized by Professor Dumbledore?"

"This is much better than those who were rejected as soon as they applied, right?"

As soon as Blake finished speaking.

Quirrell could only feel the back of his head.

The anger that had been suppressed for the time being surged up again!

'Ouch!

What are you doing? Ouch! '

Quirrell was going crazy.

He racked his brains.

It took him a lot of effort to calm Voldemort's anger.

'This guy only said a few words.

He provoked Voldemort's anger again!

Tell me, why did you provoke him?

You made him angry.

As soon as you finished class, you could just leave.

What about me?

When the time comes, I'll be suppressed by him.

Isn't it still me?

You bastard!"

Quirrell hated Blake, that little bastard, to the core.

He saw Blake's expression of admiration.

He wanted to give him two slaps.

And sew his mouth shut!

But he still had to force a smile to face Blake's question.

It couldn't be helped.

He was obviously praising him!

What would you do if he praised you?!

"Thank … thank you for your compliment."

"But … but I really can't afford it …"

Quirrell was on the verge of tears.

The person at the back of Quirrell's head was really angry.

He felt that the back of his head was burning.

Quirrell felt that the back of his head was about to catch fire!

[Ding!

Extremely angry emotions have been detected. ]

[Ding!

Congratulations to the host for obtaining a diamond treasure chest! ]

Blake was overjoyed.

'As expected of you, Voldemort!'

'The drop rate is really high!'

'A gold treasure chest at once.'

'And a diamond treasure chest!'

'As for the few silver treasure chests that Quirrell dropped …'

'Those are all just bonuses!'

"No, you can afford it!"

"No!

I can't afford it … "

Quirrell glanced at the time helplessly.

'Because it's a long class.'

'So there's still 40 minutes before class ends …'

"How … how am I going to spend these 40 minutes …"

Quirrell was about to go crazy.

"Blake, that's enough. Let's go back to the previous story …"

Quirrell had no choice.

He had to be tough, which was rare.

He forcefully pulled the topic back.

Blake smiled slightly.

He didn't continue to pester him.

'A gold treasure chest and a diamond treasure chest.'

'It's about time.'

'I should stop while I'm ahead.'

'There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, right?'

Quirrell saw that Blake had finally shut up.

He heaved a huge sigh of relief in his heart.

'Finally …'

'It's over.'

'Although after class.'

'I'm sure I'll be punished by my master.'

'At least I don't have to suffer anymore.'

'Voldemort' was at the back of his head.

'So his emotions fluctuated too much.'

'It'll give him a splitting headache.'

Just as Quirrell was about to continue his boring story …

A hoarse voice appeared in his mind.

'Give me control of the body …'

'Master … what are you going to do?'

'Give it to me!'

'You can't be impulsive!

This is Hogwarts. '

'Dumbledore, that old guy, has always been here!'

'I know what to do!

Give me control of your body! '

'Voldemort's request was irrefutable.'

So.

In everyone's eyes.

Quirrell, who was telling a boring story, suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head.

Then he raised it again.

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