Chapter 55

"Adrian... please stay... stay for a while. The teacher has... something to tell you!"

After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended, Ethan, who was about to leave the classroom, heard the voice behind him and looked at Quirrell in confusion.

What was he up to? He and Quirrell should have nothing in common.

"Students, you leave first. The teacher has something... to tell Adrian alone."

Seeing the other students stop with Ethan, Quirrell could only speak again.

"I'll catch up right away. You go to the classroom and wait for me."

Ethan was not afraid of what Quirrell might do. As long as Dumbledore was still at Hogwarts, Quirrell would not have the courage to do anything.

Besides, this was just a low-health Voldemort. It was uncertain how much strength he could exert. Ethan would not be afraid if a fight really broke out.

"Professor Quirrell, why did you ask me to stay alone?"

With only the two of them left in the classroom, Ethan activated the brain occlusion technique and looked directly at Quirrell.

Although he looked down on Quirrell, Voldemort was also low-health now, so he still had to be serious. There were many things to consider.

"Student Adrian, no... don't be nervous!"

Quirrell looked at Ethan with a serious face and spoke with a stammer.

"I'm not nervous, Professor Quirrell. What do you want? I have to rush to class."

"I am also a graduate of Ravenclaw. You did what I... I didn't dare to do at the beginning. The teacher wants to reward you!"

Seeing that Ethan was dismissive and did not seem to like him, Quirrell had no choice but to get straight to the point.

Once upon a time, he was an outstanding student of Ravenclaw and a professor loved by students, but now all the young wizards disliked him. Ethan, in particular, was the best among them.

After so many classes, Quirrell also knew who was the first to cast the Bubblehead Charm and spread it to the entire class.

Now this spell had spread to seven grades, causing every time he taught, there were "celestial dragons" below.

The culprit of everything was this guy in front of him.

This also made Quirrell have no good impression of Ethan, but he couldn't resist the request of the boss behind him, and he had to pretend that the teacher was optimistic about him.

Since learning that Ethan could beat five seniors in the first grade, Voldemort was sure Ethan was definitely a good candidate for a Death Eater.

Then he started to prepare for the current scene.

As for Ethan being a Muggle-born wizard, Voldemort actually didn't care at all. He was purely focused on strength.

The reason he was called a pure-blood was that he needed the power of pure-bloods in the early stage and had to accept those pure-bloods as subordinates later. He himself was a half-blood.

"No, thank you, professor!"

Ethan had seen plenty of this plot in his previous life.

But you, Quirrell, are not a teacher with blonde hair, big waves, a thin waist, and long legs. What kind of reward could you offer?

"Stupid, why don't you give him the things quickly!"

Voldemort, behind Quirrell, couldn't stand it any longer. What image does Quirrell present to the young wizards now? Doesn't he understand?

He is still pretending here, and if he really messes up the plan, Voldemort will ensure he lives a life worse than death.

"Got it, master!"

Faced with Voldemort's words, Quirrell dared not disobey.

"This is the loot that the teacher obtained while traveling. It contains a lot of magical knowledge, as well as a pass to the restricted area. I'm handing it over to you now. I hope it will be useful to you."

As he spoke, Quirrell handed a note and a notebook to Ethan.

These two items were specially prepared by Voldemort for Quirrell, specifically to lure Ethan into a trap.

If you want to catch something, you need to set a trap!

Voldemort, having been around for so long, knew exactly what the Ravenclaw students liked.

They pursued knowledge, especially forbidden knowledge.

So he provided dark magic and a pass to the restricted area. Such bait would definitely satisfy Ethan.

As long as he learns the dark magic in the notebook and goes to the restricted area to read the forbidden knowledge, it will be difficult for Ethan not to fall, because these are all negative emotions.

When the time comes, he can easily recruit a Death Eater by guiding him.

Quirrell was guided this way. Although he was a bit less capable, he was still a usable vessel.

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell. I really need a pass to the restricted area."

Ethan thanked him, took the items, and left.

Although Quirrell was not a good person, he was still the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the pass to the restricted area he provided was still useful.

Ethan had been at Hogwarts for so long but had never been to the restricted area.

After all, many books were collected by Dumbledore, and he might not gain anything by going there.

There were still many books in Ravenclaw's library that Ethan was interested in, but he had not read them thoroughly.

Why bother visiting the restricted area at night?

Now that he had the pass, he could go to the restricted area when he had time.

Walking down the hall, Ethan casually flipped through the notebook in his hand.

It turned out to be full of dark magic, but it seemed there was no Unforgivable Curse, nor advanced dark magic like the Fiendfyre or the Fire Escape.

And the handwriting in the notebook was very new, as if it had just been written, especially the last few pages, which appeared to have been hurriedly completed last night.

What about the previous trophies? Go and fool the devil!

Charms classroom.

"Ethan, what did Professor Quirrell say to you alone?"

Terry was the gossiper in the dormitory and asked Ethan the moment he saw him.

"He gave me a notebook and a note to enter the restricted area. Why are you interested?"

There was nothing to hide about this kind of thing, as Quirrell himself did not hide it.

Dumbledore did not need to pay attention to this; Snape, who was watching Quirrell, would tell him.

"What notes?"

Michael also turned his head. A professor's notes are still valuable, even if the professor is Quirrell.

Some young wizards think he has the ability but are unwilling to teach.

"It's all about dark magic. Do you want to see it?"

"Forget it. This is given to you by Professor Quirrell. I won't see it. You should also be careful."

After a long silence, Michael still refused.

Dark magic has certain side effects; he didn't think he could handle it now, and Hogwarts was still very averse to dark magic.

If it was revealed that he knew dark magic, he would probably not survive in the wizarding world as a Muggle-born wizard; both sides would dislike him.

"I feel that Professor Quirrell has bad intentions. The seniors even speculated that his soul was replaced by dark magic. So you have to be careful. Maybe he is targeting you; you are more handsome and younger than Quirrell."

Terry whispered the gossip he heard.

"I will pay attention."

After Terry's reminder, Ethan also noticed this.

Voldemort, this idiot, did he really want to possess his body!

First, use dark magic to lure me in, make me visit Quirrell frequently, then Voldemort shows up to manipulate me, make me believe he can bring power or something, and take the opportunity to possess me?

What a good idea!

If it were an ordinary little wizard, especially one from Slytherin, Voldemort might not truly succeed.

But Ethan could only say that Voldemort was overthinking.

If he dares to do this, Ethan doesn't mind sending him back to the Albanian forest ahead of time.

At this time, there was still some time before class.

Cassandra suddenly stood up and came to Ethan in front of everyone:

"Ethan, come out with me!"

Ethan didn't ask the reason and walked out with Cassandra.

The little wizards who stayed in the classroom looked at this scene with envy, especially the Slytherin side, staring at Ethan with envy and jealousy. If eyes could kill, Ethan would have died thousands of times.

In Europe and America, there is no such term as premature love. Anyway, it is not uncommon for primary and secondary school students to fall in love.

Cassandra is very popular in Slytherin. She has exquisite looks, extraordinary talents, and a good family. There is no one more attractive than her. It's just that she is too outstanding, and no one dares to approach her.

In the past, when Cassandra contacted Ethan from time to time, they all wanted to beat Ethan and make him stay away from their Slytherin flower. But they were afraid to do it because of Ethan's reputation as a talent.

Now, after Ethan's incident of fighting five people alone, they were even more afraid.

So now they could only be angry but silent.

At a corner outside the Charms classroom, Cassandra gathered her hair and looked at Ethan coldly:

"Do you remember the request you promised me?"

"You mean the wizard duel?"

Ethan only remembered that he had promised this request, and it had been a month or two. He thought she had forgotten about it!

"Yes, that's it. Just remember it!"

Cassandra nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that Ethan had remembered the matter.

"It's unnecessary!"

Ethan sighed. He had already won a one against five, and Cassandra still wanted a duel?

Although she had good talent, she was older and not as powerful as himself. If she faced five seniors, she would definitely be defeated instantly.

The gap was obvious at a glance.

"You promised me."

Cassandra looked at Ethan seriously.

She naturally understood what Ethan meant and, in fact, she thought the same thing.

From the moment they met at Flourish and Blotts, Cassandra had been secretly comparing them. Ethan had beaten her on the Hogwarts Express, but she thought she still had a good chance of winning. However, the environment had limited her performance.

After arriving at Hogwarts and starting classes, Cassandra found that Ethan's strength was indeed a little better than hers, but there was still a chance to catch up. So she made such a request.

She hadn't planned to fulfill it so quickly. In her plan, the best opportunity would be in the second grade, and she would have her father make up her lessons at home during the summer vacation so that she would have a chance to win.

But not long ago, Ethan's performance was too explosive, making Cassandra feel that there was no hope for at least the next two or three years. The gap was too big to catch up in the short term, so she could only fight in the later stage.

Thus, she thought about trying to see how big the gap between them was.

And she comforted herself that she could still find another opportunity to compete in the future, and there was no need to care about the temporary win or loss.

"Okay, you tell me the time and place."

Ethan felt that if he refused now, Cassandra might cry. "Tonight at 10 o'clock, in the trophy display room. Bring your wand; we will meet there!"

Cassandra pointed at a small section of the wand sticking out of Ethan's pocket.

She didn't want to hear Ethan make some weird excuses about forgetting to bring magical materials.

Ethan looked down at the wand and realized Cassandra was talking about it.

He thought it was a wand just now! His wand was longer than that of ordinary people, and this pocket couldn't fit it at all. "No problem, I will definitely be there!"

Ethan said and prepared to return to the classroom with Cassandra.

But just after walking around the corner, he was startled by the scene in front of him.

At least a dozen young wizards from four houses had come out and were squatting there to eavesdrop.

When they saw Cassandra and Ethan coming out, they immediately ran into the classroom in a swarm.

Are they all so gossipy? Ethan and Cassandra looked at each other and walked into the classroom, where they found there was a lot of discussion inside.

"You said Ethan wanted to duel with Cassandra; who would win?"

"Of course Ethan would win!"

"What do you know? What kind of duel is this late at night? Cassandra definitely has the upper hand!"

"Brother, tell me what kind of duel this is late at night, in detail!"

"Come on, let's go over there and talk it over."

Listening to the increasingly ridiculous conversation inside, Cassandra's face gradually turned red. She really just wanted a wizard duel!

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