Charms Class
Professor Quirrell was lecturing on today's Defense Against the Dark Arts, but few students were listening, not even Hermione, who was usually the most studious.
It wasn't that they didn't want to learn, but Quirrell's class was truly useless.
Defense Against the Dark Arts primarily focused on how to defend against various dark magic and dangerous magical creatures. The most classic spells were Expelliarmus, Reparo, and Protego, but because Quirrell's teaching skills were awful, Flitwick was temporarily teaching these spells, while Quirrell just used his stuttery voice to read aloud from his textbook.
"He can't even teach first-years. I don't know how he'll teach the older ones," Neville muttered under his breath.
Hearing Neville's words, Ron, who wasn't paying attention either, added,
"I asked Fred and George, and they told me he never taught the Disarming Charm, Petrificus Totalus, or the Shield Charm in the middle grades.
"What about the upper grades?" Hermione was captivated, and if she had the time, she would have already pre-studied all the seventh-grade lessons.
"Percy said that in the upper grades, they mainly learn the Cruciatus Curse, Avada Kedavra, and the Patronus Charm, but Professor Quirrell never even mentioned them. Fred suspects that Quirrell might not even know these spells."
The discussion became more and more lively, but Quirrell seemed oblivious, or perhaps he heard but didn't care.
Hearing the discussion around him, Zhang Dong shook his head helplessly, "He's not incapable, he just doesn't want to teach."
Quirrell was truly someone who stood with Voldemort. For him, these Hogwarts students were all future enemies, how could he teach his enemies how to fight him?
Fortunately, Zhang Dong didn't expect to learn anything from Quirrell. He was thinking about something more important: what was his Animagus form?
Animagus training was very complex. The entire process would take at least half a year, and each step was difficult. Any mistake would result in failure.
First, you had to spend a whole month chewing on a piece of Mandrake leaf. If you accidentally bit the leaf and spit it out or swallowed it, you would fail.
Then, you had to collect seven days' worth of dew, which couldn't be exposed to sunlight.
Next, you needed to find the right time and place, waiting for a stormy day to point your wand at your heart and chant "Amato, Animō, Animāto, Animagi." Then, drink a potion to begin the transformation.
However, transforming into an animal didn't mean success because during the process, you had to constantly remember your true self. Once you lost your heart, your animal instincts would completely devour your intelligence, and you would completely turn into a deer, a cat, or a beetle.
The whole process was terrifying. Without the system, Zhang Dong would never have considered learning this, but now...
"All I have to do is chant 'Amato, Animō, Animāto, Animagi'? If those who failed knew my process was so simple, they'd probably die of anger."
Class was over, and as soon as the bell rang, everyone left without hesitation. Zhang Dong had the same thought, but he had more important things to do. He planned to find a secluded place and see what kind of creature he could transform into.
"As a Gryffindor, I should be able to transform into a lion, no, no, even if I became a lion, tiger, or elephant, it wouldn't be anything special, not like a magical creature."
At this moment, Zhang Dong, who was thinking about his Animagus form, didn't notice that behind him, a pair of eyes was fixed on his back, until he finally left, and then the person silently packed up and went to the bathroom.
After making sure that there was no one around, he quietly removed his thick turban, revealing a pale and gloomy face, the face of the mysterious person who could not be named.
"Master..." Quirrell said worriedly, "I've been observing the person you asked me to for a long time. He seems like an ordinary wizard, nothing strange about him."
"Nothing strange?! You fool!" Voldemort's furious voice echoed in Quirrell's head. Even though Quirrell couldn't see the face, he could tell it was furious!
"He single-handedly defeated the troll in his first year. Even compared to me, his talent is only slightly weaker. You say there's nothing strange about him?!"
"Then, Master... should I kill him...?"
"You fool! This is Hogwarts, if you kill a student here, do you think Dumbledore wouldn't find out!"
Listening to Voldemort's scolding, Quirrell felt wronged. He was being called an idiot by Voldemort and even started to doubt his own intelligence. He could only ask softly:
"Master, what should I do now? Should I continue to find opportunities to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"
"Steal? Haha, then tell me, where are you going to steal it from? Do you know where the Philosopher's Stone is?"
"This..." Quirrell really didn't know what to say. No matter what he said, this guy was unsatisfied. What else could he do? He could only remain silent.
"Speak! You fool!"
"Master, I really don't know what to say!"
"You!! You really have no brains! Have you forgotten the recent appearance of the curtain? Since that curtain can foretell the future, it must also know where the Philosopher's Stone is. If you can't find the Stone, finding the curtain is the same thing!"
When it came to the curtain, even Voldemort's tone became serious. He had been secretly watching this curtain, but even he couldn't see through its true nature. Perhaps, his hope for resurrection was hidden in that curtain!
Listening to Voldemort, Quirrell's eyes also lit up.
That's right, even though he couldn't find where the Philosopher's Stone was hidden, the curtain must know. As long as he could find the owner of the curtain, he would definitely be able to find where the Stone was hidden, and considering the curtain's ability to predict the future, perhaps he could really soar to great heights!
Quirrell didn't believe that the curtain's owner was on Dumbledore's side, otherwise why wouldn't he directly tell Dumbledore about his affair?
Therefore, although he didn't know the mysterious person's true purpose, he could at least tell that he was not someone who was content with nothing.
And for the Dark Lord, as long as there was desire, there was opportunity to be exploited.
"Then the boy I asked you to observe..."
"Forget about him for now. He's just a genius. Compared to the Philosopher's Stone and the curtain, he's insignificant. Your main goal now is to find these two things."
"Yes, Master."
Quirrell re-wrapped his turban and left. As for Zhang Dong...
Just like Voldemort said, he was just a genius, insignificant compared to the curtain!
It's no wonder Quirrell couldn't guess who the curtain's owner was. After all, who would have thought that the owner of this magical curtain, which even Dumbledore and Voldemort, the two most powerful white and black wizards couldn't see through, would be a mere first-year student?
Just like no one would suspect that the person in control of the nuclear launch button would be an eleven-year-old middle school student.