Meanwhile, in the headmaster's office.

  Quirrell sat on the sofa, shouting hoarsely at Dumbledore behind the desk.

  "Headmaster Dumbledore, every word I say is true!" Quirrell's injuries had pletely healed by now, thanks to the reliable medical system in the wizarding world, leaving no trace of his previous misery.

  "Did he say, You-Know-Who," at the mention of the name, Quirrell shivered all over, as if i fear, "Did he say, I'm You-Know-Who's servant."

  "But think about it, You-Know-Who, why would he want a weak, inpetent servant who reeks of garlic? He is... You-Know-Who, after all."

  Dumbledore hadn't been paying much attention to Quirrell's words until he heard the st sentence.

  He thought of Tom, that child, who always disguised himself as kind and friendly at school, but his i disdain and pt were too inteo ignore.

  Someone as arrogant as him would indeed not think much of Quirrell.

  "Headmaster, think about it, ever sihat child came to Hogwarts, hasn't the pce been pgued with disasters?" Quirrell noticed Dumbledore was pting and quickly leaned closer, sitting oool in front of the desk, tinuing, "Think about it. Such talent, and in Slytherin, it really doesn't seem like..."

  Quirrell didn't finish his sentence, but he didn't o, because Dumbledore's eyes had already told him that he had achieved his goal.

  A hint of hesitation fshed in Dumbledore's eyes.

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  "Professor Little William~" Draco called out pyfully, hooking his arm around Hoare's shoulder as they walked out.

  " you give us a hint about the tent of the headmaster's uping exam?" Bise whispered.

  Drad Bise squeezed in oher side of Hoare.

  "The tent of the exam—" Hoare suddenly said loudly, causing Drad Bise to quickly cover his mouth in a panic.

  "Hey, hey, hey, Henry, keep it down, if someone hears us, we're done for!" Bise ushed away as Hoare turned his head.

  "Just tell me directly, you idiot!" Draco's hair gel was ing undone.

  The three of them were pyfully tussling in the corridor, and the youudents passing by greeted Hoare enthusiastically, making him quite the pure.

  "You're way more popur than that Potter from Gryffindor," Draco said with schadenfreude, having taken a liking to watg Harry's troubles siheir first day.

  Hoare shrugged indifferently; fame didn't matter to him. Ohe Squib potion was successful, he could have as much fame as he wanted.

  A little school fame wasn't enough to make him proud.

  "By the way, Henry, I heard a third-year girl fessed to you!" Bise was excited, after all, it was a third-year girl.

  "She just thought it was fun," Hoare expined.

  It did happen, but Hoare turned her down. He had no time for romanow, and it definitely wasn't because he saw a look of doting affe in the girl's eyes.

  Just thinking about it...

  Hoare couldn't help but shiver, that kind of look reminded him of Molly, and he wondered how they were doing.

  Because sendiers via owl would reveal his location, Hoare had to use the excuse that his Muggle school, London First Junior School, didn't allow students to make phone calls, to avoid writing to Molly and Arthur.

  "Henry William." Professonagall appeared at the end of the corridor, approag quickly. "Headmaster Dumbledore wants to see you."

  Drad Bise released him with knowing smiles.

  Hoare uood their childish mihinking it was an honor for a teacher to give you tasks. He shook his head.

  Little did they know how exhausting the job was.

  Charging 200 Galleons per css was too little, no wonder Dumbledreed so readily.

  Since he became an assistant, Professor Snape initially still taught csses, but after realizing Hoare could ha, and his teag methods were more accessible to youudents, Snape, his dear headmaster and Potions professor, simply left the work to him, eveing Hoare clo for him.

  Thinking of this period, Hoare couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

  "Headmaster Dumbledore, Henry William is here." Professonagall led Hoare into the headmaster's office.

  Inside, not only was Headmaster Dumbledore present, but Headmaster Snape was also there, and someone was sitting in a chair, their ba, so Hoare couldn't see who it was.

  Hoare frowned, w what was going on.

  Both of their expressions seemed somewhat serious.

  As Hoare approached Dumbledore's desk, he finally saw clearly who was sitting in the chair.

  Quirinus Quirrell.

  Hoare's heart skipped a beat, sensing something bad was happening.

  He looked at Dumbledore.

  At this moment, the sun was setting, and the light shone in from behind Dumbledore, pletely hiding him in the shadows, making it impossible for Hoare to see his expression.

  Hoare then turo look at Snape.

  Snape's eyes were vat and dazed, one hand tightly gripping the other arm.

  This was—Occlumency.

  Hoare was surprised, w what had happehat even in the safety of Dumbledore's office, the professor was using Occlumency.

  And the pce he was c—Hoare vaguely remembered, in the inal story, that was where the Dark Mark was.

  The Dark Mark was the symbol of Voldemort and his followers, the Death Eaters. Besides being used to punish, it also had unication and trag funs, allowing oo notify the other of their location promptly.

  Thinking of this, Hoare suddenly realized, isn't this just like a magical pager!

  Could Voldemort really distinguish whose mark was calling him?

  A mental image fshed in Hoare's mind.

  Voldemort waking up every day amidst a cacophony ing, surrounded by tless ringing phones, some even just greeting him good m.

  Hoare stifled a ugh, trying to maintain a serious expression as he looked at Snape.

  "What have you noticed, Henry?" Dumbledore's voice came from the shadows, sounding both like and unlike his usual self.

  Hoare hesitated, "The professor's arm is injured?"

  Quirrell jumped up immediately, "Only You-Knoould know where everyone's mark is! He must be, he must be."

  "He's back! He's back!" Quirrell repeated frantically, trembling as he spoke, eventually hiding under Dumbledore's desk.

  Hoare, not a real child, naturally uood Quirrell's implication.

  He couldn't help but ugh in anger.

  "Are you questioning my identity?" His tone was very unfriendly.

  In his previous life, he had no ill feelings towards Voldemort, even somewhat admiring him after watg various videos and essays.

  Until he became a Weasley.

  The Weasley family was always at the forefront in the fight against Voldemort!

  Even his family member Fred had died!

  These reasons were enough for him to be at odds with the man with a snake face!

  And now, they were questioning his identity.

  Dumbledore emerged from the shadows, his blue eyes filled with scrutiny, even though his words were apologetic, it was still very annoying.

  "I'm very sorry, my child, Professor Quirrell has suffered too mud his mind has colpsed."

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