Chapter 18: Urgent, What Should I Do if Voldemort Is Targeting Me?

"What a pity, Harry missed another opportunity to make friends with you."

Grete held a cup of hot tea and sat on Hagrid's chair, listening to his sigh.

"If you meet him, you will definitely like that young man. Did you hear that Harry joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team? I said he is a great young man."

"There was something very important yesterday, and I can only regret that I missed it," Grete said, blowing on the tea.

"By the way, Hagrid, Mother Gretel asked me to advise you not to spend too much money.

You sent so much meat this week, even if the children in the orphanage eat three meals a day, they still have to eat it for half a month. "

Hagrid took out a small comb from his pocket, touched it carefully and put it back into his arms, "There is nothing to spend on it. The meat is all the prey I killed in the Forbidden Forest."

Gretel glanced at Hagrid and silently mourned for the animals in the Forbidden Forest. "Hagrid, even if you don't have to spend money, you have to know that you are a gamekeeper, not a hunter in the Forbidden Forest."

"It's okay. The Forbidden Forest is so big. Even if I fight every day, I won't be able to fight much."

Grete took a sip of tea, thought for a while and said, "That's what I said, but you really sent too much meat.

You have also seen the situation in the orphanage. Even if it is cold now, it will not last long.

When the time comes, if it goes bad, Grete’s mother and children will be sad. "

Hagrid thought about it carefully, and then agreed in Gretel's sincere eyes, "Okay, I will give less in the future, and I will give it to the children when they are almost finished eating."

Gretel added, "Also, Hagrid, I would like to ask if you have seen Principal Dumbledore recently. I have visited him in the office many times, but he is not here."

Hagrid was not good at lying. He smacked his lips many times, his face turned red from suppressing it, and he said in a sullen voice, "The principal has something to do recently, so he probably won't have time to see you. Is there something wrong with you? Why don't you go first?" Talk to me and see if I can help you solve it."

Of course Gretel couldn't tell Hagrid that he wanted to settle a score with Dumbledore. He could only use the excuse that he had a question he didn't understand and wanted to ask Dumbledore for advice.

Under Hagrid's helpless eyes, Gretel settled down again.

It has to be said that Hagrid's place is really suitable for resting, away from the Ravenclaw crowd, and away from the nagging questions of his partner, Ms. Penello.

Since Penelo was brought into the research room yesterday, his ears have never been idle.

"Grete, I can understand this communication function, but why do you need to add an information storage function."

"Gretel, why do you need to add a positioning function? No wizard would like to have his whereabouts exposed."

…

Penello is a qualified researcher, but she is really not a good partner. She seems to be very curious about everything, and she also has a persistence to break the casserole and get to the bottom of it.

If it weren't for Hagrid's invitation letter, Grete doubted that Penello would have let him leave the research room at all.

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Second Tuesday in October.

The first-year students in Slytherin and Ravenclaw have long been accustomed to Quirrell's teaching methods.

They would laugh when Quirrell told his stories in class, and they would greet the professor politely at the beginning of class.

"So, students, today we will talk about what you should do if you encounter a dark wizard."

At the beginning of class, Gretel was keenly aware that something was wrong with Quirrell today.

The face is still the same, but the feeling it brings is completely different. Every move he makes seems to be carefully planned.

Slow and elegant, but with an underlying sense of pale morbidity.

The tone and speed of his speech were also completely different from before. He was slow and slow, without any stuttering.

"It's over!" Grete felt that his vision went dark, and he shrank his body downwards without leaving a trace.

"Hide." A little snake whose name was called answered cautiously.

Judging from his wizard robes, which are not so clean and can vaguely see footprints, his status in Slytherin should not be too high.

Quirrell, oh no, it should be Voldemort, was obviously not very satisfied with this answer. Judging from the slight frown on his face, he probably disliked this answer.

"Then this classmate, if I remember correctly, your name should be Terry Butt, please answer." The wand pointed at Terry who was sitting next to Gretel.

Terry was indeed a reckless man who planned to have sex with Snape. In Gretel's view, Terry was the little lion who was mistakenly assigned to the Eagle Yard.

"Considering death, everyone should kill dark wizards. If I encounter a dark wizard, I will definitely fight them to the death."

If possible, Gretel really wanted to poison Terry.

You said in front of the biggest leader of the dark wizards that you wanted to fight to the death with the dark wizards. How strong is your head?

Unexpectedly, this answer seemed to poke Voldemort's point of laughter, and he laughed loudly and motioned for Terry to sit back down.

"I admire classmate Terry's courage, but I don't agree with his idea. Not to mention that you have just started school for a month and have not mastered a few spells. You are an Auror of the Ministry of Magic. You will not be able to meet a dark wizard." You may not be able to beat it.”

"So, is there any other little wizard who would like to answer this question?"

Voldemort obviously enjoyed his time as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He asked several more students, including Little Eagle and Little Snake.

But no one's answer satisfied him, and no answer could make his emotions fluctuate.

"Mr. McGreet, a first-year genius student of Ravenclaw, are you willing to answer my question? What would you do if you met a dark wizard?"

Caught off guard, Voldemort pointed his spearhead at McGreet, who was pretending to be a wooden man.

He really didn't know how he attracted Voldemort's attention. After all, he had never heard of him picking on Harry Potter in Gryffindor's class.

McGreet was extremely reluctant, but he still put on an innocent smile on his face and stood up honestly, "Professor, if I meet a dark wizard, I will choose to run away, as far as I can, until I stop safely."

Greet complained in his heart, "This is what I think now."

"Very good, please sit down, Mr. McGreet's answer is the answer I want to hear." Voldemort turned around and strode back to the podium, and even did not forget to add a point to Ravenclaw.

Walking up to the podium, Voldemort rested his hands on the desk and looked around the class.

"As young wizards, when we encounter dark wizards, our first choice is always to save our lives. You are not Aurors, and going up to fight is not heroic, but reckless.

Hiding is also unrealistic. Dark wizards can feel your fear. They like this cat-and-mouse game. The deeper you hide, the more interested they are in treating you as toys.

Mr. Grete's approach is the most correct, but not rigorous enough.

Generally speaking, dark wizards have their own purposes when they go out. If they are not mission targets, they generally will not chase you to the end.

Escape is the best choice you can make when you encounter dark wizards, but when you escape, you must not forget to pay attention to your back, otherwise you may be~shattered into pieces."

A magic power flashed on the wand, and an empty desk in the distance exploded instantly.

After shocking the young wizards present, another magic power was restored to its original state, restoring the desk.

"The consequences may be like this." Voldemort's performance was greeted with applause from the young wizards.

"Next, I will teach you a spell that can help you escape, the barrier spell."

Until the end of the get out of class, everyone felt that they had gained a lot.

The young wizards gained a new spell, and Voldemort got to experience the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The young wizards also said goodbye to the professor sincerely for the first time.

Just when Gretel thought that Voldemort was just here for an experience, and everything would pass by so easily.

Voldemort, who was in Professor Quirrell's body, spoke.

Two more chapters are here. As usual, please read and recommend~

Small theater

Voldemort: Hello, Mr. Gretel, I am your senior, are you interested...

Before he finished speaking

Gretel (waving his wand and running wildly): Obstacles~ Obstacles~ Dumbledore, where are you? Voldemort is eating children, come and save them!