Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Hearing Tver read his name, Chilot stood up abruptly, with a sullen face.

He thought that no one could know his disguise, which was also his biggest reliance on staying at Hogwarts with peace of mind.

As a result, someone called out his name now. What if Dumbledore also found out?

Quirrell was flustered now.

To be honest, he no longer wants to deal with the person in front of him. He wants to run away now and shout loudly to the Dark Lord: “I quit!”

“Calm down, if this person told Dumbledore about you, he wouldn’t be the one who came to see you.” Voldemort’s voice sounded faintly in Quirrell’s mind.

“But he always has the handle on us and can expose our identities at any time.”

Voldemort snorted, not knowing who he was laughing at.

“Don’t worry, his goal is also the Magic Stone. Before he succeeds, he will not choose to cause trouble. On the contrary, he will ‘well’ protect your identity.”

Quirrell instantly understood what the Dark Lord meant and breathed a sigh of relief.

“You mean that he plans to help us get the Philosopher’s Stone and then snatch it from us?”

Voldemort didn’t reply, but Quirrell already knew the answer. He sat down again, gained confidence, and his posture became more relaxed.

“There is only one of that thing. I gave it to you, what should I do?” Quirrell asked casually.

“I can wait for you to finish it first.” Tver replied perfunctorily.

They all know that the moment they get the magic stone is when they draw the staff and meet each other. How could you use it first and then give it to me, thinking it is clothes?

Quirrell knew this, so he didn’t expect to hear a useful answer.

“It’s not fair that you know who I am, but I don’t know who you are.”

Tweel sneered and looked up at Quirrell, “Is there no fairness in black market transactions?”

“Yes, but there is a bargain.”

Tver sat upright immediately, looking at Quirrell’s face hidden under the hood, puzzled by his sudden shrewdness.

“I don’t need to know your identity,” Quirrell said proudly, “but I need to know your progress and more information about that thing.”

Since the person in front of me knows that the first level of the Magic Stone is guarded by a three-headed dog, he must have already entered it.

But he needs to explore the road by himself to get the magic stone, which means that he can’t pass the road behind.

Therefore, Quirrell planned to rely on Tver’s information to get the magic stone as soon as possible and then escape.

Even if Dumbledore gets angry again, the Dark Lord will have been resurrected by then, so what should he be afraid of?

With a chuckle, Tver recalled the plot.

“I can tell you some additional news – that thing was hidden in the last mirror by Dumbledore, and he cast the spell himself.”

Quirrell’s expression hidden in his hood suddenly changed.

He had already had a hunch that the protection of the Philosopher’s Stone would not be so simple, and he was also worried that Dumbledore might cast the spell himself. He did not expect that his worries would be confirmed so quickly.

“What magic did Dumbledore use?” Quirrell asked eagerly.

He couldn’t help but be impatient. If it was about dark magic, the Dark Lord would certainly not scare Dumbledore, but when it came to white magic, Dumbledore could beat the Dark Lord!

“You have to ask Dumbledore himself about this. Anyway, that’s all I can say. It’s up to you whether you want to trade or not.”

Turville would not tell everything at once, at least until he cleared the chessboard and Quirrell attracted enough attention from Dumbledore, so that he could fish in troubled waters.

Quirrell struggled for a while before he figured out the joint.

“Go on, tell me the weakness of the three-headed dog. It will be good for you and me, won’t it?”

Tver tapped the table lightly, left a word and left.

The attention they received was too high, and it was easy for them to attract some desperadoes. Although he was not afraid of it, it was still a problem, especially if he could not reveal his identity.

Quirrell glanced at the “Music” above, and with a wave of his hand, the words disappeared.

For the same reason, he didn’t stay in the bar long.

…

By the time Tver returned to the castle, it was already nine o’clock in the evening, and the curfew would start in almost an hour.

For the professor, of course, it was nothing, but for the four students who were hung up, it was a big deal.

“I was careless. I didn’t expect that you haven’t learned to cast spells without a wand.” Tver suppressed a smile and looked at the scene in front of him.

When Cedric and the four of them first came into contact with the dummy, they hesitated whether to fight it.

However, this training dummy looks a little rougher than the one described by the second grader.

Basic parts like hands and feet are missing, as are the five senses.

The bald heads didn’t look very smart at first glance. They hesitated for a while and made up their minds not to waste such an opportunity for combat practice.

So they boldly took the A step forward.

I just didn’t expect that this dummy with no expression would be more ruthless than the real person!

Although he used conventional spells, his accuracy and casting speed were even better than Professor Welfare’s!

Of course, that was because it was just the first class and the professor let him go.

But they have one thing in common, that is, they can’t beat them!

Fortunately, this dummy is more considerate, and will protect them well even if they are knocked away, so that they will not fall in pain, so that the second round of fighting can begin as soon as possible.

So the cycle repeats, they are beaten away again and again, and they stand in front of the dummy again and again.

After all, they are the four people in the third grade who have the most ideas. After being beaten for so long, they are not without any counterattack.

Soon, they learned the ladder attack, which is to attack without interruption round after round, forcing the dummy to passively defend.

But when the dummies started to move, their plan failed.

Finally, they took advantage of the dummy’s weak senses and used deformation in a targeted manner to hinder the dummy’s movements.

The effect was remarkable, the dummy was almost hit by their magic, the only problem was——

The dummy evolved!

It used the transformation technique for the first time, which was also a stronger transformation technique than theirs, and instantly hung the four of them from the ceiling…

“Professor, your dummy is not training us, it’s more like training itself!” George shouted dissatisfied after being put down.

“Ahem, how could it be? I agreed that this would be a reward for you.”

Tver was a little embarrassed when his little thoughts were discovered.

This dummy was made by combining the chessboard and his understanding of the soul.

Not only is memory infused into it, there is also a bit of will in it.

It is this bit of will that makes the dummy seem to have consciousness and be able to continuously learn during the battle.

This is why, even though it was just a little memory of basic magic, he was able to use powerful transformation techniques in the end.

Faintly hearing the complaints in the stomachs of the four of them, Tver took out some sandwiches and a large bottle of pumpkin juice from his wallet.

“You haven’t had dinner yet. Eat some quickly and then go back to the lounge.”

Fred saw this scene and complained while chewing his sandwich: “The professor’s bag really has everything.”