Quirrell shuddered at Voldemort's furious roar in his mind.
"But, Master, didn't you say we couldn't teach them any Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
"It would make our cause more difficult, and it would consume precious strength."
Voldemort replied coldly.
"Then should History of Magic record a passage like this? I, the great Voldemort, was defeated by Harry Potter, a Savior obsessed with cross-dressing?"
"Do you have any idea how those shameless historians and reporters would describe it? 'I fell beneath Harry Potter's skirts' is already the least humiliating version I can imagine."
"Quirrell, I absolutely will not tolerate such slander!"
Quirrell took a deep breath, determination appearing in his eyes.
"Understood."
"In that case, Master, I'll go all out."
Just then, Rhine, who had entered the classroom, suddenly halted. A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes as he looked at Quirrell.
The Battle Prowess Natural talent had made him especially sensitive to things like presence and killing intent.
In that brief span of time, Rhine had noticed that Quirrell's bearing had undergone a complete reversal.
Before, he had seemed as though he wanted to shrink into that ridiculous turban, timid and cowardly, without the slightest hint of ability or intimidation.
But now, Quirrell held his head high. The timidity in his eyes had vanished, replaced by an imposing aura.
Only then did Rhine recall Hagrid's assessment of Quirrell in the original story—he had been a good student, extremely clever!
Getting all twelve O grades in the O.W.L.s was enough to prove how outstanding Quirrell had been as a student.
Even Hermione had only taken ten exams, earning nine O's and one W.
What was more, Quirrell had continued his studies after graduation and successfully applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching post.
He even had the