“Yawn…” A few days later, in the Hogwarts dining hall, at the Slytherin long table, Will yawned as he cut into a roasted sausage that was almost bursting open.
Sylvia passed him the ketchup and looked at Will’s dark circles: “What has been going on with you these past few days? You didn’t spend all your time night-walking, did you?”
“No, I was just too engrossed in my studies.”
Will yawned again as he spoke, wondering if he should have a cup of Draught of Living Death over the weekend and then sleep soundly for the whole weekend.
The high-intensity Ancient Runes study over the past few days had remarkable results; his progress in Ancient Runes had now reached LV1 (89/100), and along with it, his experience in Charms had also increased considerably.
If someone else had said they neglected sleep and food for the sake of studying, Sylvia might have doubted it, but coming from Will, she didn’t doubt it at all.
“You haven’t been staying in the Room of Requirement every night these past few days, have you?”
“What else? The Room of Requirement is much more comfortable to live in than the dormitory.”
Ever since Will asked the Room of Requirement for a “comfortable and livable room,” he rarely went back to his dormitory to rest.
Anyway, he had a single room, and no one would notice if he didn’t go back.
“That’s true,” Sylvia thought about it.
That “comfortable and livable room” was not only spacious and luxurious, but also warm and cozy.
Although the lack of windows was a major flaw, Slytherin’s dormitory didn’t have windows either.
This inevitably gave Sylvia some other ideas.
“Will, can I also go live in the Room of Requirement?”
“Hey, stop right there. There is an oriental proverb called men and women should not touch when giving or receiving.”
Will righteously and sternly rejected Sylvia.
“Instead of thinking about these things, you might as well think about what we’ll be doing in class shortly.”
Today’s first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Facing this class, the Young Wizards basically just did whatever they wanted.
During the class, some slept, some messed around, some read, and some made up homework.
Anyway, no one would listen to Professor Quirrell stuttering away on the platform telling stories.
Albania Vampires, old witches, no one cared.
Will usually spent the time reading books to grind experience by himself.
“Yawn…” Today he was considering whether he should catch up on some sleep.
At the Headmaster’s table, Dumbledore looked at Will, who was yawning below, with an inscrutable expression on his face.
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“Today, today we will talk… talk… about ancient… Wendigos, and also, the… dar… Dark Wizard… Metis inven… ven… invented the Wendigo Transfiguration spell.” This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Professor Quirrell stuttered through his lecture.
Just as he finished chanting the spell for the Wendigo Transfiguration spell, Will, who was half-asleep and half-awake, suddenly raised his head and held his hand high up.
This was quite eye-catching.
Even some of the students who were messing around looked at Will in surprise, wondering what this top student was up to.
After all, Professor Quirrell’s classes were universally acknowledged to be on the same tier as Professor Binns.
“Mr… Mr. Behrens, is there… anything… the matter?”
It was Professor Quirrell’s first time encountering a Young Wizard raising their hand in class.
“The spell structure of the Wendigo Transfiguration spell is very similar to Ancient Runes, and even the pronunciation of the incantation is close to multiple Ancient Runes. However, as far as I know, those few Ancient Runes do not have the effect of Transfiguration. May I ask how Metis used those Ancient Runes to construct the effect of Transfiguration?”
Will’s question plunged the Young Wizards in the classroom into confusion and shock.
As first-year Young Wizards, many people didn’t even know what Ancient Runes were yet, but Will was already discussing spell structures with Professor.
That feeling was as baffling as zoning out in a math class, only to find the math teacher discussing advanced mathematics with the top student in your class.
“Who am I, where am I, what are they talking about?”
“What on earth is this guy talking about?”
This was the reaction of the vast majority of the Young Wizards.
Professor Quirrell’s gaze swept across the chaotic classroom and he walked over to Will: “This is the… characteristic of Ancient Runes, combined with… the… the effect of Ancient Runes stru… structure… structural variants… for… for example…”
Will’s cheek twitched as he listened.
Professor Quirrell’s speech was truly aggravating.
Over the course of a dozen minutes, Professor Quirrell stuttered through a bunch of things, and Will only felt a headache coming on—this guy completely failed to explain it clearly.
Looking at Will’s confused gaze, Professor Quirrell sighed: “Mr… Mr. Behrens, af… after class, come… come to my office… I… I will… ex… explain Ancient Runes to you…”
“?”
A tiny look of great perplexity appeared on Will’s small face.
For the second half of the class, Will had no mood to listen at all; he kept pondering in his heart whether he should go.
He even considered whether he should run straight away to the Headmasters Office after class to ask Old Dumbledore for help.
But how would he explain how he knew about Professor Quirrell’s true identity if he did that? Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
After much deliberation, Will ultimately arrived at Professor Quirrell’s office.
Voldemort’s most urgent matter right now was to get the Philosopher’s Stone.
If he made a move against Will and exposed himself early, there would be zero benefit.
What would be the point?
And if he could grind a huge amount of experience from here, it wouldn’t be a bad thing either.
You must know that every time he consulted Professor Flitwick, he could grind a batch of experience.
Professor Quirrell was, after all, an outstanding graduate and a proper Professor; he only hid his capabilities usually to conceal Voldemort.
Just in case, Will also greeted Sylvia, telling her to go find Dumbledore if she noticed anything unusual about him later.
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“Professor.”
Will pushed open the door.
Professor Quirrell was leisurely drinking tea; he leaned back on the sofa and made a ‘please sit’ gesture toward Will.
The whole person completely lacked that timid and submissive temperament from usual; he looked confident and elegant throughout, as if everything before had been a disguise.
Will appropriately showed a look of astonishment: “What is this about?”
“Sometimes, an appropriate disguise can make many people look down on you, and can also help you escape a lot of work. I am just a new Professor to begin with, and I don’t really want to take on too much trouble.”
Professor Quirrell poured Will a cup of black tea.
“I used to not understand Wizards in an apprenticeship system, but later I felt that a Wizard’s energy is limited. We don’t have too much energy to spend on mediocre people, so I can only choose smart students in this way.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
Will sat opposite him, inwardly suspicious whether this was Professor Quirrell or Voldemort, but he quickly filled his mind with thoughts of shock.
After all, Voldemort was also a master of Legilimency, though it was better to fill his brain with redundant thoughts just in case.
He certainly didn’t want to use Occlumency to draw attention right now.
Old Dumbledore might respect his privacy, but Voldemort definitely wouldn’t.
“This is not just a compliment; Mr. Behrens, smart and outstanding students always get special treatment. You know, Behrens, when I see you, it’s as if I see my past self: smart, confident, and outstanding, except you lack a tiny bit of modesty compared to me.”
“Professor Quirrell” had a nostalgic expression of youth on his face, and his tone was somewhat wistful.
Will was certain now that this was definitely Voldemort logging on.
“Then, please Professor, teach me about the knowledge of those Ancient Runes structural variants.”
Will blinked his eyes, clearly seeing that when he called him Professor, the smile on “Professor Quirrell’s” face became even more radiant.