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Harry Potter : Glory of the Purebloods

The so-called nobility is not only a symbol of privilege but also a symbol of our responsibility. Remember, my child, whenever you want to claim a privilege, you need to think about whether you have undertaken the corresponding Mc is reincarnated as the heir of the Gaunt Family ( family of Slytherin and lord no nose. ) The story takes a different turn on the topic of Pureblood and tries to change the Purebloods in a good way. Translation.

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After adding points, Professor Quirrell started his lecture again.

The vigilance and caution in Luke's heart did not relax at all until the class was over.

When the bell rang and he followed everyone out of the classroom, he didn't look back at the one who was lecturing above.

Now he has no strength in his normal state. If he can hide away, it is better to hide away.

While he was leaving, Professor Quirrell's eyes followed his back until he left the classroom.

Just after the last student walked out of the classroom, the confidence and pride on Professor Quirrell's face disappeared instantly.

In its place is the same timid, cowardly, neurotic expression as before is back again.

As if his butt was scalded by something, he immediately bounced off the chair and looked around in fear, as if something was watching him.

And then there are three steps and two steps to quickly hide in a small door above the classroom, where is his office located.

With a bang, the door was closed.

Quirrell threw himself on the sofa, his face full of worry and fear, and his body hunched over, looking exhausted, like a college animal being dragged to run three kilometers after staying up all night.

"Lord, Master, isn't this a bit too risky, even if you want to see him, you don't have to go to teach him in person. I, I can keep him after class."

"Heh , idiot."

A cold and arrogant voice sounded in his mind.

"An orphan of the Gaunts who popped out of nowhere and said that at the opening dinner. Do you think Dumbledore wouldn't keep an eye on this man?

" Is there a problem?"

Quirrell could only shiver incessantly in the face of Voldemort's shouting question.

"However, this suddenly teaching a class

worked really well... I'll teach the class from now on!"

Voldemort said before Quirrell could finish his sentence.

These words made Quirrell's already pale face even worse, and now he looked like a corpse.

"But, oh, oh, this, this, this is not good for your recovery."

Quirrell even cried when he said this.

"It's not good for your body."

Voldemort sneered again, but the next second, his voice became unusually gentle.

"Don't worry, Quirrell, you are my most loyal servant now, how could I be so cruel to you. We are one now, and using your body to teach is just to avoid Dumbledore. Just an old observation."

"I care about Luke Gaunt because his last name is Gaunt and he's now the heir to the Gaunt family. He can be a great servant, if not a servant. Be a great body."

"The day he becomes my body, you're free, Quirrell, and when I'm back, I'll give you strength, status, and everything you want.Because you helped me when I was weakest. The Dark Lord never disappoints his faithful servants."

Voldemort's words echoed in Quirrell's mind, as if persuading, as if imprinting.

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The second class in the morning is the spell class. This gave Luke a sigh of relief. In this class, he finally didn't have to spend it with boredom or danger.

"I hope the future Defense Against the Dark Arts class can be held normally..."

Luke also prayed secretly in his heart.

"Luke, why did you stop me just now?"

Taylor followed Luke's side and asked suspiciously in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Luke looked at Taylor's really clear eyes, smiled and said, "Don't you believe that I am the savior?"

Taylor nodded, this is what grandma said, of course she believed it.

"Then just listen to me. You don't have to know about this for the time being, let alone tell others about it, or use your talent to spy on Professor Quirrell."

Luke urged seriously, "I know. Dumbledore must know about some of the things that happened, so don't worry, there won't be any big trouble."

Although Dumbledore seemed indifferent when faced with many things, but, The current situation, with a high probability, has not exceeded his expectations.

At least now, he doesn't need to go into battle in person to confront Voldemort head-on.

Luke thought so, but what he didn't know was that what made him have to confront it head-on was about to happen.

Taylor looked at Luke suspiciously, and a sharp divine light gradually emerged in her azure blue eyes, but seeing Luke's firm eyes, she gradually restrained the divine light and nodded.

She didn't open up her talent, because Luke knew Occlumency. As long as he didn't want to, then she didn't have the chance to see his thoughts.

Second, since she chose to believe in Luke, she had to believe it to the end, she firmly believed that her grandmother would not harm her.

Luke watched Taylor restrain his talent, and he gritted his teeth tightly.

He had just prepared for Taylor to read his own mind. Luke is very clear that Legilimency people face the world in one way or another, so when they interact with people, what they trust most is their own ability.

And just now he didn't feel like he was seen through, that is to say, Taylor didn't activate her ability. She chose to trust Luke in the end. This made Luke's heart tighten.

"Come on, it's time for class."

The two fell at the end of the crowd in the entire Snake Courtyard, and no one paid attention to their movements. After the dialogue, the two of them gradually caught up with the large force.

The students swarmed into the Charms classroom.

This classroom is more special, more like a place to hold meetings or show results, rather than an ordinary classroom.

There are semi-circular stepped desks on both sides, and a large circle at the back of the classroom where desks and blackboards are placed.

Where stood a small man, though not even taller than some students. But the smile on his face was natural and confident.

The Slytherin students were the early ones again. They were in Gryffindor this class. Compared with the little lions, the little snakes are more concerned about time.

However, among the little lions who are at ease, there are also people who are very concerned about time and are looking forward to this class.

Because this class is with Slytherin.

Just when Luke found a seat in front of him, and Taylor sat next to him, as in the previous two classes.

A suspicious voice suddenly sounded not far away, and he shivered with fright.

"Luke, who is she?"