Bring a fairy tale to Hogwarts!

Chapter 75 The End of Christmas and Quirrell's Changes

In his dormitory, Harry stared into thought at his glittering wand, the ribbons of which were still sparkling.

Even if he hadn't read many of those children's stories, even if he didn't know much about wizarding history—but this is a fairy's magic wand, right? Right?

Is this appropriate for him?!

Of course, Harry was a very content person, and he wouldn't actually shout that in his head. But looking at the magic wand by his bedside, he was still somewhat speechless—he even began to worry about the "new magic" the professor had mentioned in his letter.

What if the effect of learning this is that he conjures up a beautiful dress for himself?

The thought of that scene made Harry shudder, and he silently lowered his hand that had picked up his wand.

But coincidentally, the other two gifts he received seemed to be in a similar style to the wand. One was a transparent, silk hooded robe, which Ron called an "invisibility cloak." The other was a strange black bottle.

The black bottle emitted a strange smell that reminded him of the caterpillar soup from the previous night. But Harry looked it over and couldn't find any notes related to the bottle, so he put it down in confusion.

"Was the owl sent to the wrong address?"

“Impossible,” Ron said. “Even Errol has never sent the wrong letter. Owls are absolutely accurate; they just sometimes take a little longer.”

"Is that so?"

Harry thought for a moment, then suddenly said:

"Hey, tell me, can't owls be used as weapons too? They can pinpoint enemies so accurately, so if we put some cursed items on owls, we can quietly locate enemies and launch a sneak attack, right?"

"A minor curse might not be very effective against a powerful wizard, but it shouldn't be difficult to harm an ordinary wizard."

But Ron's expression gradually turned terrified.

"...You runaway Gorgon, I told you you should have read less of that book!"

He stared wide-eyed at Harry, and amidst Harry's bewildered gaze, he posed the most fundamental question about the theory: "Vanityah is long dead, Harry! The wizarding world is so peaceful, where will we find enemies in the future?!"

Christmas passed quickly and peacefully.

During this time, Victor also received gifts from various professors and several students. Professor Sprout gave him a packet of mandrake leaves, Professor Flitwick gave him a copy of "The Art of Duel," Snape gave him several bottles of potions, and Professor McGonagall gave him a white hat, seemingly hoping that he would become more cheerful.

That hope is likely to be dashed.

It's worth mentioning that Quirrell also gave him a gift.

That was also a book, called "Magic and Splendor".

Actually, he didn't need to look at it. Just from the title, Victor knew what the book was about, so he put it directly on the bookshelf.

To be honest, Victor didn't actually dislike Quirrell. On the contrary, he felt that Quirrell shared many of the qualities he had with his friends.

For example, they are determined to work towards a goal, have far-reaching plans, and have a deep love for magic. Moreover, in some ways, Quirrell is too similar to them—for example, Quirrell also particularly dislikes people who possess a certain type of magical power.

This may not be entirely a bad thing.

Because Quirrell has recently undergone quite significant changes.

On the first day after Christmas, as Victor came down from the North Tower and headed to the auditorium, he ran into Quirrell, whom he hadn't seen much of during the entire holiday, in the corridor.

Quirrell noticed him too, and gave him a slightly nervous smile.

His appearance remained basically the same as before, with a large black magic robe and often holding several magic books in his hands, looking almost neurotic with nervousness.

However, a change in his attire completely transformed his overall demeanor.

His headscarf was gone.

That's right, at this moment, Quirrell removed that ugly and cumbersome purple headscarf, revealing his perfectly normal head underneath.

Below, his short black hair was swaying slightly in the wind in the corridor, fully covering the back of his head.

He looks exactly like a normal person now.

"Good morning, Professor V. Victor."

As the two approached, Quirrell smiled at Victor.

To be honest, without the headscarf, his smile actually had a touch of gentle elegance—finally making people believe that he was once a top student at Ravenclaw.

"Good morning," Victor said.

He looked at Quirrell's head, which wasn't covered by a headscarf, for a few seconds, and then said, "Your complexion is much better. Is it because the research on the formula was successful?"

"Yes, that's right, it's all thanks to you, Professor Victor. Your formula works very well, although it was a bit difficult to adjust at first, but it finally worked. So you see, I've successfully taken off my headscarf, and those vampires can't find me anymore."

Quirrell finished speaking haltingly.

Victor thought for a while before remembering why Quirrell had mentioned vampires—it was Quirrell's stated reason for wearing a headscarf. He had said that he was bothered by vampires in Albania and couldn't shake them off, which was why he had to carry a headscarf and garlic with him at all times.

Now that the headscarf is gone, the strong smell of garlic around Quirrell has also disappeared.

This will ensure better air quality in the teachers' area.

I'm so happy for you.

Victor delivered his blessing in a flat tone. He stared at Quirrell's head for a moment, then said in a light voice:

"I had no idea you were so good at research, Professor Quirrell. It's only been a short while since I gave you the formula, and you've already managed to recreate it."

"Oh yes, I know it's difficult. To be honest, it doesn't even look like something from our world. There are so many differences. I also had to experiment with my crucible several times before I figured out a possible method. But thankfully, you gave me plenty of materials, and I also have a good teacher."

"Which teacher is good?"

"...It's the one you know. Professor Victor."

"The ritual wasn't quite as effective as I'd like. My teacher would like to talk to you again sometime," Quirrell said dryly.

When the teacher was mentioned, his expression returned to that tense state, though he wasn't as neurotic as at the beginning of the semester.

"I'll wait for you anytime—whenever you want. But my teacher asked me to tell you that he doesn't like waiting too long. And—and—about his secret, he hopes you won't try to find out anymore."

Victor looked at Quirrell and blinked. His dark eyes remained empty and deep, the black pupils taking up too much space. As he stared intently at Quirrell, Quirrell, for a fleeting moment, felt a strange fear—the same fear he felt when facing the Dark Lord.

Considering that he has now permanently lost the ability to open his eyes at night, this fear may no longer be "unfounded".