Reborn at Hogwarts

It is too difficult to take Nico Flamel's Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore for research...

Or think of another way.

If it doesn't work, I'll make one myself... Ivan thought to himself.

Right now, the Philosopher's Stone he holds has lost its magical power, but it still has high research value after all, so Ivanzhen put it away with utmost importance.

Before that, he did not forget to cast several spells on the ring in succession to ensure that there were no imprints that could be traced.

After doing this, Ivan, who was slightly relaxed, felt an irresistible hunger welling up.

He glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, wanting to make sure it was almost noon.

But when he saw the quaint and unique clock, the familiar shape made some unpleasant memories suddenly pop up in his mind...

"What are you looking at! What are you looking at! It's already twelve noon!" The next moment, a wooden cuckoo sculpture came out from under the clock and yelled at him, "Look at your height! It's time to eat more, little man!"

After finishing speaking, this guy quickly drilled back.

"Hey! Can you stop looking at that damn watch? Do you want to eat me?"

There was an angry roar from the next room, accompanied by the sound of "dong dong dong" beating the wall, it was obvious that the guy living next door was venting his dissatisfaction.

……WTF? Is this kind of watch that likes smelly mouth very popular? Why is St. Mungo's and the Leaky Cauldron using it? Ivan was stunned by this extremely familiar scene.

After a while, Ivan came back to his senses. He didn't dare to look at the weird clock again. He got up and put the book basket that was still thrown on the floor on the bedside table, hung up the deformed lizard skin bag and went downstairs.

When passing by the next door, he had the urge to see who lived there, but he finally held back.

There were still not many customers in the Leaky Cauldron at noon, and most of the people who came here were wizards who wanted to use the passage in the bar to go shopping in Diagon Alley. , pushing and standing in front of the trash can, arguing over who should knock that brick.

This was what Ivan saw when he went downstairs. He understood what these guys were doing with just one glance. He looked away uninterested and walked quickly to the bar.

"Is there anything to eat here?" Ivan asked.

"Oh, then you've found the right place, good boy." Tom said while fiddling with his glass, Ivan really wanted to ask him if there were tens of thousands of glasses waiting for him to clean manually, after thinking about it or not Say, "Have you ever heard the saying? 'If you can't find good food in London, you haven't been to the Leaky Cauldron'."

"It doesn't make sense at all," Ivan muttered. "You must have made it up."

"If you think so, you are very wrong. This is what my loyal customer said." Tom smiled and waved to the corner, "Hey! Quirrell! Am I right?"

Quirrell? Hearing this name, Ivan's eyebrows twitched unconsciously.

Wouldn't it be "the" Quirrell?

Thinking like this, he pretended to look casually in the direction of Tom waving his hand. A pale young man was standing up from the single table in the corner and walking towards the bar.

"One, that's not bad at all, Tom." The young man stammered, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit beside Ivan, with only a gap between him and him.

Although the distance between the two has gotten closer and the young man can be seen more clearly, Ivan doesn't need to do this at all. From the young man's stumbling way of speaking, he has already recognized the other's face helplessly. identity.

There is no doubt that it is Professor Quirinus Quirrell who has been the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts since this year.

It was not the first time for Ivan to see Quirrell. He had met him at the sorting ceremony when he was admitted last year. At that time, Quirrell was still a professor of Muggle Studies, sitting beside Snape shivering.

In the following whole school year, Ivan didn't see him much. After all, Muggle Studies is an elective course at Hogwarts, and it has little to do with him, a young wizard who is only in the first year.

And the last time we met was at the Leaky Cauldron, just yesterday.

At that time, Quirrell was alone, drinking in the corner of the bar. Ivan saw the purple scarf wrapped around his head at a glance, but he didn't dare to observe carefully. After all, according to the plot of the original book, Voldemort was parasitic on the The back of Quirrell's head, and while he was staring at Quirrell, maybe Voldemort was also staring at him through the slit in his scarf.

But today...

Ivan watched Quirrell walking quickly, sat next to him, stammered and joked with Tom, this scene looked quite loving, but it almost made Ivan unable to control his expression.

He saw an extremely horrifying scene.

Quirrell's purple scarf wrapped around his head... Gone!

what the hell?

It took a lot of effort for Ivan to hold back the urge to jump up and slap Quirrell on the back of the head. He looked at the chattering and laughing Quirrell in astonishment.

Where's the scarf? What about Voldemort?

Where have you all gone?

At such a distance of only one body, Ivan couldn't see more clearly that there was nothing on the back of Quirrell's bald head, and the snake face that should have appeared there had gone somewhere.

It was still there yesterday... Could it be that Voldemort changed the parasitic object?

Ivan suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

When Lucius Malfoy stuffed Tom Riddle's Horcrux diary to him, he comforted himself that it was okay, anyway, this incident had little impact on the plot of the original work, and the tempering of Harry could be done by Dumbledore. Lido rearranged, and the Horcrux matter could also be explained to Harry by Dumbledore.

When he became friends with Hermione and found that the little girl's outstanding transfiguration talent had disappeared, he could comfort himself that it was okay, I could teach her, and I promised to let her stand out in Professor McGonagall's class, and let the plot follow the original book .

But now, when Ivan found that Professor Quirrell didn't have the snake face on the back of his head, he couldn't comfort himself.

The plot seems to be on the road to collapse.

This also means that the advantage of foresight has basically been completely lost.

Ivan, who realized this, was suddenly at a loss.

If the plot changes and everything no longer follows the established route, what will the world be like in the end?

The Iron Triangle never met, Dumbledore died in vain, Harry Potter died unexpectedly in the first grade, Death Eaters took over the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort slaughtered Muggles to complete the dark reign?

These terrifying thoughts circled in Ivan's mind, turning into vivid pictures one after another.

Ivan felt his teeth ache.

Why don't you take another look...Maybe I was wrong, Voldemort is honestly hiding on the back of Quirrell's head?

Ivan raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Quirrell from the corner of his eye.

At this moment, he saw that Quirrell suddenly turned his head, and happened to meet his gaze.

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