Chapter 160 Testing a Person with Black Magic

The existence of Voldemort…

It was certainly impossible to hide this from Dumbledore.

After all, the old man was much better at conspiracies than Voldemort, and he could control everything about Voldemort in the palm of his hand.

If Wesson had private contact with Professor Quirrell, he must consider Dumbledore's feelings, lest the old man suspect that his kind-hearted student was bewitched.

What if Dumbledore counted him in the dark camp?

to be honest.

On the contrary, Wesson is very much looking forward to Voldemort and Professor Quirrell drawing him in, so that he will have a reason to reveal secrets to Dumbledore and gain more trust from Dumbledore.

this Friday.

It's bound to be a lively day.

It is said that during the morning potions class of the freshmen Gryffindor and Slytherin, Professor Snape once again targeted Harry Potter and deducted five points from him.

Harry Potter felt like he was going to explode!

He obviously took careful notes during class!

As a result, Snape insisted on asking him to answer some inexplicable potions questions. When he couldn't answer them, he said there was something wrong with his attitude, and used this reason to deduct points from him!

Who knows what you can get by adding the powder of narcissus root to the juice of absinthium? Does anyone know what the difference is between Aconitum? Does anyone know where bezoars are extracted from?

wrong…

Hermione knew all this.

There was obviously a top student next to him who could answer these questions, but Snape insisted on making trouble for him. He was not a potion genius!

In the afternoon.

Harry Potter found what he was best at.

Because he is not a potion genius at all, but a Quidditch genius!

When they had flying lessons in the afternoon, he helped retrieve a small memory ball that Neville Longbottom had lost from Draco Malfoy.

This scene was discovered by Professor Minerva McGonagall.

This Quidditch enthusiast immediately introduced Harry to the Gryffindor House Quidditch team, making him the youngest Seeker in the century-old history of Hogwarts.

dinner time.

All of Hogwarts knew.

Harry Potter is a Quidditch genius!

Little did the poor little guy know that his Quidditch prodigy and poor performance in Potions were more likely to arouse Professor Snape's wrath...

no way.

Who makes Harry Potter not at all a Potions genius like his mother Lily, but a Quidditch genius like his father James Potter?

at dusk.

Inside the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

A group of new Gryffindor students were still celebrating Harry Potter, celebrating his becoming Gryffindor House's Quidditch Seeker.

"In a hundred years, you are the youngest Seeker!"

Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, while praising his little lion, glanced at the Hufflepuff area, and said in a low voice: "Wesson Wright is the best in Yi's hundred years." Young Chaser…”

"That's really lucky!"

Harry Potter couldn't help but smile and asked softly: "Will we compete with Hufflepuff House then? I want Sirius to send me my flying broomstick in advance. He bought it for me before. I got a handful of them, but I didn’t dare to take them back to school!”

"What model."

"It seems like Nimbus 2000?"

Harry Potter didn't care much about which models of flying broomsticks he had.

Because first-year students were not allowed to bring their own flying broomsticks, Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, bought him a Nimbus 2000 for him to ride at home.

Moreover, Sirius Black was very wealthy and announced that he would give Harry the latest model of flying broomstick as a gift every year.

"That's the latest model..."

Oliver Wood nodded a little enviously and began to introduce to Harry the Quidditch teams of other colleges: "Last year's champion was Hufflepuff, Cedric was Hufflepuff's seeker, and Wesson They are Hufflepuff's chasers. The two of them are the absolute main force. You can treat the other players as if they don't exist..."

Um.

This is the truth.

Hufflepuff's Quidditch team is as bad as it gets.

If it weren't for Wesson and Cedric, this team would never have won last year. They even played against Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts, and the result was a world-famous painting - "The Most Quidditch Match" The Lonely Player.

on the other hand.

Instead, other teams have made reinforcements.

Even Ravenclaw House has seen reinforcements.

Because Qiu Zhang from Ravenclaw Academy is cute, she once attracted the attention of many boys. It is no secret that she is good at flying and likes Quidditch, especially since she is in the second grade this year and just happened to be allowed to enter Ravenclaw. Crow Quidditch team as Seeker.

"Qiu Zhang is also a Seeker! She is so awesome!"

Cedric couldn't help but glance at the pretty back of Ravenclaw Academy, and whispered to his friends his appreciation for Qiu Zhang. What wizard wouldn't like a girl who can play Quidditch? ?

"oh."

Wesson nodded coldly and threw his textbook to Cedric: "Take it back to the dormitory for me. I'll visit Professor Quirrell."

In this world…

What could be more fun than playing with the Dark Lord?

Hogwarts Castle.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts office is on the third floor.

When Weisen walked to the door of this office, his expression and emotion were not exposed at all, and he gently knocked on the door of this office.

"Please...please wait a moment!"

Professor Quirrell's voice came from inside.

The professor didn't know what he was doing secretly in the office alone. After a while, he opened the door and came out to greet Wesson with a touch of apology on his face: "Sorry... I was busy with something just now... Come in and talk... "

"yes."

Wesson walked into the office calmly.

This was their first private communication. Professor Quirrell didn't seem to dare to be too direct. He first prepared a cup of black tea for Wesson, and then started to talk about what he wanted to ask: "I have always heard...Mr. Crouch Training you to become an Auror...isn't it hard?"

"fine."

Wesson's eyes slowly lowered and he said calmly: "Mr. Crouch is only a little strict, but this also taught me a lot..."

When he said this, a helpless smile appeared on Wesson's lips: "Everyone in the wizarding world should know that Mr. Crouch's son, Mr. Barty Crouch Jr., is a Death Eater and is in Azka." Ben passed away...so Mr. Crouch hoped that I would not go astray like his son, so he worked so hard to train me to be an Auror."

"..."

Professor Quirrell's body couldn't help but tremble.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on the professor's forehead, and his body also exuded a strange smell that made people feel uncomfortable.

Professor Quirrell wiped his sweat calmly, nodded slowly, and said with a smile: "It should... it should... now... are you learning any spells?"

"Mr. Crouch has arranged a lot of lessons for me..."

Wesson's expression remained calm, and he continued softly: "I am still working hard to learn the Auror fighting method against dark wizards during this holiday. Except for the Unforgivable Curse, everything else is almost done..."

"The progress is so fast!"

Professor Quirrell's expression changed, and he quickly continued: "Have you not started learning to resist the Unforgivable Curse yet?"

"Yes, because there are some issues involved."

Wesson continued to make up his own learning course indifferently: "Now the Unforgivable Curse is also listed as a spell that Aurors can use, but Mr. Crouch thinks that it is legal for me to study at Hogwarts. I hope Professor Teach these lessons sooner..."

"That's fourth grade knowledge..."

After Professor Quirrell responded subconsciously, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "If...if you are willing...I can teach you now..."

"May I?"

Wesson's face showed a hint of surprise at the right time.

"Of course...of course."

Professor Quirrell smiled and nodded, and continued: "And... Aurors... Aurors have to fight against a lot of... strange black magic... If you want to fight... you must first understand them... I can also teach... teach You some..."

"Teach me dark magic! But... isn't that appropriate?"

Weisen immediately interrupted the professor. A flash of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly stretched out his tongue and licked his lips.

Anyone can see it…

The student's face was filled with a thirst for dark magic.

"No...no...I haven't finished yet..."

Professor Quirrell's face showed a hint of amusement, but he waved his hands repeatedly and said hurriedly: "I... what I'm saying is... teach you some ways to fight against black magic."

"oh."

There was some regret in Wesson's eyes, but he still nodded to Professor Quirrell seriously, even though his voice was a little insincere: "...Thank you, Professor."

"Then let me first... give you... a note."

Professor Quirrell nodded, took out a notebook and handed it to Wesson, tried his best to smile and said: "You can... you can take a look at it first... then... come to me when you have time... come to me when you have time."

"Thanks."

Wesson quickly took the notebook.

At this moment, he had a vague illusion.

If Voldemort's Horcrux notebook hadn't been hidden by him, he almost thought that Professor Quirrell handed him that notebook!

It's a bit of a pity.

Professor Quirrell and Voldemort did not win over him, or even promised to teach him any dark magic. Instead, they just gave him a notebook first.

When Wesson left the office with his notebook, the smile on Professor Quirrell's face disappeared without a trace, and he quickly took off his turban.

"Well done."

Voldemort's cold voice echoed in the office: "Don't be impatient. There is a dark magic in that notebook. As long as that little guy takes the initiative to learn that dark magic, he will be slowly lured by the power to join him step by step!"

After finishing speaking, Voldemort sneered again and said nonchalantly: "It just so happens that the difficulty of that black magic is not low. You can test his talent. If he can't learn it, then use this chess piece after a while. !”

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