[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts":3,"chapter-the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-32":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Transfiguration Master of Hogwarts",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2320737,4539,"Chapter 32: Professor Quirrell","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-32",32,"\u003Cp>Allen and his friends went to the Great Hall for dinner, then once again left Harry and Ron behind, heading alone to Professor Quirrell’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the door to Professor Quirrell’s office, Allen calmed his slightly agitated heart, straightened his robe, and gently knocked a few times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened quickly; Professor Quirrell still wore his large purple turban, which under the room’s light appeared especially enormous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen felt his small body entirely swallowed by the shadow of Quirrell’s turban, a strange unease stirring in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he pushed the feeling aside—he remembered why he was here. He bowed politely and said, “Professor, I have some magical questions I’d like to ask you. I hope for your guidance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell did not respond, nor did he step aside to let Allen in. He simply stared straight at him. Allen sensed something was wrong and quietly studied Quirrell in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since Quirrell stood with his back to the light, Allen could not make out his expression—only that he seemed to be observing him with a faint, mocking amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor?” Allen could no longer bear the silence and spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell finally stepped aside, his voice low and thick: “Come in, my boy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen glanced at Quirrell in surprise, a thrill rising in his chest: “So my guess was right—Quirrell really isn’t so shy when no one’s around! He’s not stuttering at all now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen stepped briskly into Quirrell’s office. To his surprise, there was no smell of garlic at all—only a heavy, pungent odor of potions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen almost thought he’d wandered into Professor Snape’s office. Fortunately, the potion smell wasn’t unbearable—at least far better than garlic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was dim, with only a single lamp glowing in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen felt lost upon entering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sit there!” Quirrell pointed to a chair bathed in light, his tone commanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen’s heart jumped, but he obeyed, carefully lowering himself onto the chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell, meanwhile, sat in a shadowed spot across from Allen, shrouding himself in darkness, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere sank once more into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen felt Quirrell’s gaze constantly probing him from the dark. His throat grew dry—he knew he had to break the tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor, I came to ask about the Petrifying Spell and the Leg-Locker Curse. I hope you can guide me.” Allen pulled out his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and respectfully offered it to Quirrell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell seemed to snap out of his trance. He extended a hand into the light and took the book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen noticed the hand was long and pale, with nails faintly blackened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do you want to learn these two spells?” Quirrell’s voice was dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen suddenly realized he had grown tense. He swallowed hard, moistened his dry throat, and answered hoarsely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just very interested in this area, so I thought I’d study it in my spare time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha!” Quirrell let out a cold laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me your true reason! I dislike liars! If you want to learn, show sincerity!” Quirrell’s voice suddenly turned stern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen froze. He felt Quirrell was right—but he couldn’t reveal the real reason. What should he do? His mind raced in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you won’t speak, you may leave. That material is for next term—I have no obligation to tutor you now!” Quirrell said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen’s heart lurched. He suddenly remembered Ron’s words today and blurted out: “Malfoy! It’s because of Malfoy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Malfoy,” Quirrell repeated the name, as if familiar with the surname.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Tell me more,” Quirrell said, his tone now distinctly intrigued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen’s mind whirred—he knew he had to give a convincing answer, or Quirrell would kick him out, and he’d never get another chance to ask him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he drew on his past-life experience in deception, controlling his expression, mentally replaying every hateful moment of Malfoy’s cruelty—the despair and helplessness of struggling for air—letting those emotions flood his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True enough, under the weight of these feelings, Allen’s face twisted into something grotesque: “Malfoy insulted my parents and nearly killed me. I’m going to teach him a lesson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clap. Clap. Clap.” From the shadows, Quirrell slowly clapped, his voice now tinged with excitement: “That’s right! Hatred is the greatest force driving progress!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen exhaled inwardly, but his face remained rigid. He hadn’t expected the usually kind and comical Quirrell to pressure him so intensely—he now felt cold sweat on his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just want an opportunity to teach him a lesson!” Allen felt like an actor possessed—he grew more fluent, more immersed. He pressed on, spitting out the words with venom to Quirrell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell finally stepped out of the shadows, studying Allen with approval: “Yes! Exactly! I see in your eyes a hunger for power!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Allen realize how alien Quirrell had become. He stared at him, trembling, barely daring to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell idly flipped through Allen’s Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, then paused—as if seeing something unexpected. He rapidly turned the entire book over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ancient Runes?” Quirrell’s voice turned sharp with suspicion. “Why are there Ancient Runes in your textbook?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… I recently tried to find a way to counter Malfoy using Ancient Runes. You know—he has two huge bodyguards. Hard to deal with.” Allen hurried to add, feeling utterly immersed—he could no longer tell truth from lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph! Good direction—but far too ambitious!” Quirrell snorted, expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell tossed Allen’s textbook aside, then suddenly leaned forward, his face inches from Allen’s—their noses nearly touching…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen caught a strange odor. His body instinctively recoiled—then he was frozen by Quirrell’s gaze. Those ordinary-looking eyes now glowed with terrifying intensity, crushing his resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you think Petrifying Spell and Leg-Locker Curse are too kind to Malfoy?” Quirrell’s voice turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen felt his breath itself was cold, devoid of warmth…\u003C\u002Fp>",957,"2026-06-20T16:09:23.977Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","10906d19a369d66cec8bb83937bebf84f75b141e28dc458e02ac5c88602bcdf3","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-33","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-31",284,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-cover.jpg"]