I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

After a simple lunch, Ian leaned on the bed and slept with his clothes on. Taking a lunch break was undoubtedly a very good habit, whether it was to replenish energy or relieve fatigue.

…

A forty-minute nap was better than three hours of light sleep. He sat up from the bed, straightened his wrinkled coat a little, and was ready to go out.

After all, there was a legendary Defense Against the Dark Arts class waiting for him in the afternoon, so he opened his pocket watch and took a look at the time.

"Twenty minutes is just enough time. But I feel like this class may not be as easy as before..." Ian murmured to himself.

Compared with the previous few months, he had been behaved quite well in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He would not stare at the back of Quirrell's head deliberately, nor would he foolishly tease the other person, or stop the other person from asking questions... …

You know he has a problem, but you still choose to get close? I always feel like I need to go to a psychiatrist. Fortunately, Ian is a typical Lowenclaw, so he still has this bit of wisdom.

All in all, he and Senior Tom had gotten along quite harmoniously during the first few months of school. We are always at peace with each other, the years are quiet, hello to me, hello to everyone...

But now that Professor Flitwick knows that he has a phoenix, there is no reason for Quirrell or Senior Tom to remain in the dark.

…

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in the afternoon, Rocky continued to speak at his stuttering speed to the students below.

Unlike Professor Binns' History of Magic, everyone still retains some basic dignity for this living professor, at least not sleeping casually.

However, it is unclear whether the young wizards respected their teachers or were unable to sleep because of the strong and pungent smell of garlic.

Finally, after Quirrell finished his one-hour affectionate speech, he announced that get out of class was over. As for homework? Maybe Quirrell himself didn't think anyone would do the homework he assigned.

In short, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has always been homework-free.

The little wizards also filed out of the classroom. Just when Ian thought he had thought too much, the other party's voice finally came to his ears: "Mr. Tooth, please... please wait a moment."

When Ian heard this, he also nodded. Then he sat firmly in his seat, during which neither of them said a word. After all the little wizards in the classroom had left, Quirrell waved his wand and closed the door of the classroom firmly.

"I wonder what Professor Quirrell wants from me?" Ian looked at the other party's actions with some amusement.

As for panic and fear? It doesn't exist at all. If it was Voldemort in his heyday, he would definitely not be able to defeat him now, but facing Tom in this state of remnant soul? It’s not certain who will decide who. Phoenix is ​​with him and his bloodline has awakened twice. This is Ian’s confidence to sit here firmly.

"It's nothing special, I just see outstanding students and I can't help but want to encourage them."

This time Quirrell no longer stuttered, but spoke at a steady pace, with a cadence in his voice that sounded somewhat aristocratic and elegant at first glance.

When Ian heard this, he couldn't help but secretly thought: "Oh, this is Senior Tom here."

After a slight pause, Quirrell, who was controlled by the senior, continued:

"I think you should understand the current situation of wizards. Don't you think that this magical world, which is like a stagnant pool of water, will have a tragic future? The opposition between Muggles and wizards has existed for a long time. This is an inevitable and irreconcilable contradiction. ."

Ian suddenly felt that there might be a reason why Voldemort was able to stir up trouble in the British Isles. Times make heroes, but looking at it from another angle, it’s not heroes who stir up the situation.

As a single remnant soul, when Voldemort was not affected by other Horcruxes at this moment, Ian had to admit that what the other party said in a rational state actually made some sense.

However, Ian clearly knew what kind of character the resurrected Voldemort was, so he did not intend to continue arguing with him.

He immediately said: "There is also the Secrecy Law. The Secrecy Law was enacted to alleviate the conflicts between Muggles and wizards."

"Law of Secrecy? Hahahaha, you actually told me the Law of Secrecy? Do you know which department was the busiest in the Ministry of Magic at the beginning of the 20th century? It wasn't the Department of Legal Enforcement, let alone the Department of International Magical Cooperation. It was the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. This is the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. The department of hundreds of people has long been unable to suppress the presence of wizards, especially in the past few decades when the Muggle population in the UK has increased dramatically..."

"What does that have to do with me? I'm just a student. These things you mentioned are what the Minister of Magic needs to consider. So, my dear Professor Quirrell, I think it's time for me to go. As I said, I'm just a student. Student, there will be another class waiting for me in a moment."

As Ian spoke, he silently held the wand in his hand, as if he wanted to do it if he didn't agree.

Perhaps it was a change in mentality. Compared with the calm exchange just now, now that Ian had the intention to fight in his heart, the majestic magic power in his body also boiled. An invisible blood pressure suddenly emanated from his body, and then spread to his brain. swarmed towards Quirrell on the opposite side.

Quirrell, or Voldemort, did not change his attitude towards Ian at all. He still said calmly: "Mr. Titus, you are right. As a student, you should focus on your studies. You can leave at any time."

"Thank you for your understanding, Professor Quirrell." After Ian finished speaking, he slowly walked towards the door, but he always kept the wand firmly in his hand.

…

When Ian's figure completely disappeared outside the gate, Quirrell said to himself weakly: "I don't understand, master, why didn't you just control him directly? Controlling him is equivalent to having a phoenix. For you to take over The plan coming down is really beneficial.”

"It's so stupid! You know with your poor mind that he has a phoenix, how can you catch him? Even if he doesn't have a phoenix, it's not easy to deal with it. But it's good, he has already embarked on the path of blood, and sooner or later he will stand with me …”

After Voldemort finished speaking, it gradually became quiet, leaving Quirrell alone in the classroom, panting weakly. It seemed that Voldemort was calm just now, but the invisible confrontation between the magic powers caused him to drain too much vitality from Quirrell's body.

…

After Ian walked out of the classroom, he looked down on Voldemort more and more, and even lacked the courage to at least take action.

The situation just now was the most favorable moment for Voldemort. As long as he could control himself, it would be equivalent to having the help of Phoenix. Whether it was to steal the magic stone next or use it for future escape, in short, he would be invincible. The place of defeat.

He could also feel that even if Voldemort was in a state of remnant soul, if the opponent risked his life, without the help of the Phoenix, he would actually be able to fight with a maximum of four or six, and the four would still be on his side. After all, the other party had almost stepped through the door of four bloodline awakenings, and his strength was not just talk.

"You have strength but no courage. It seems that the ten years of wandering in the Black Forest of Albania have smoothed your edges." Ian couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

But this is nothing to him. At best, it is just a small episode in life, a topic of conversation after dinner.

It’s no wonder that Ian is so confident. He studied like crazy in the past week and gained more than just pain in his neck, shoulders, waist and legs. The biggest gain is that he has basically completed the formula for the blood potion.

Taking the blood activity of the special parasite as the basis, and then adding the blood of magical animals, the two merged and reached a critical point of balance. This would perfectly solve the activity problem that had been bothering him before.

There is only some finishing research left in the follow-up, which is harmless. Ian figured that after returning to the apocalypse this time, he could try to prepare the potion for the first time.

As for the magical animal blood, he also chose a target. Considering his own situation, he planned to ask Lao Deng for some phoenix blood. He had only asked Dumbledore once before, which was the infinitely extendable backpack that was still in use. , apart from that, I never asked the other party for anything.

Therefore, almost all the favors from before were still there. Although Phoenix blood was very rare, he estimated that he could still get a small amount if he had to beg for it with shame.

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