Mighty Lion's Serpent Crawl

"Quirrell, watch your reputation."

During lunch, Flitwick said to Voldemort with a blink, "What happened in your Ravenclaw advanced class has already spread."

Voldemort came to the dining table, sat down, and picked up his lunch, asking, "What reputation?"

"Snape II."

Professor Kettleburn said excitedly, "Believe me, no student from any other house besides Slytherin likes him."

Voldemort blinked and looked up behind Professor Kettleburn, where the big black bat stood with a grim face.

"Oh, Snape, although what I said isn't pleasant, it's the truth." Professor Kettleburn also noticed Snape but felt no embarrassment at all.

Snape ignored him; after all, regular staff didn't need to bicker with temporary workers.

"I heard you were very dissatisfied with the performance of the Ravenclaw advanced students in your class."

Snape asked Voldemort in his unique low voice, "You didn't deduct their points because you're also a Ravenclaw?"

Voldemort rolled his eyes, guessing if Snape's heart was only as big as a pinhead.

"If you insist on thinking that, I don't object," Voldemort retorted subtly, "but I won't give them points when they perform poorly."

"Hmph."

Snape snorted angrily and left with a gust of wind, his black cloak rustling against the back of the chair.

"Well done, Quirrell, you have the potential to be Snape I," Professor Kettleburn extended his relatively intact single arm and gave a thumbs-up—a thumb with only half a finger.

"Professor, I think they misunderstand me. This situation will turn around this afternoon."

Voldemort shrugged and didn't say anything more. Professor Flitwick, on the other hand, nodded with satisfaction after hearing his words.

If Voldemort hadn't said that, he would have intended to offer some advice.

After all, Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort, came from his Ravenclaw and was a student he greatly favored.

Voldemort wasn't lying. At least for the remaining three classes that day, he behaved with considerable calm and restraint:

For the Hufflepuff advanced students, he lectured on female ghosts in the first half of the class and ghouls in the second half for the sixth and seventh years, respectively. No spells were practiced during either session.

For Gryffindor, he maintained the same teaching style, being extremely gentle, even awarding them two points—he only awarded two points the entire day.

As for Slytherin in the evening class, he returned to his original teaching content, but his tone was less malicious and fierce, though his requirements for spellcasting became more stringent.

By the end of the day, the four houses had developed four different opinions of him:

The Ravenclaw advanced students thought he was Snape II.

The Hufflepuff advanced students thought he was Sprout II.

The Gryffindor advanced students thought he was Kettleburn II.

The Slytherin advanced students thought he was McGonagall II.

"Brutal, meticulous, generous, strict... Professor Quirrell is truly versatile."

The students kept discussing this new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, all filled with curiosity and eager to know how he would treat the younger students.

Voldemort himself didn't care about any of this. After the evening class, he hurried back to his office, where his teaching assistants would be waiting for him...

The advanced classes didn't require their help, but starting tomorrow, they would be on duty.

While waiting, Voldemort flipped through the Book of Spells, constantly searching for his target, but it seemed difficult.

Aside from the three Unforgivable Curses, he hadn't shown any unique talent for any other spells.

Perhaps, I just need to choose one that is magical enough...

As he pondered, four students walked into the office, causing him to stop his thoughts.

"Welcome, let me briefly outline your tasks."

After the four sat down, Voldemort said, "First, you will only be responsible for teaching the first and third-year classes. The second, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years will be taught by me."

The four nodded. They had already made such a guess. After all, in the class schedule, the first and second years, third and fourth years, and sixth and seventh years attended classes together, while the fifth years had separate classes.

Under these circumstances, it was easy for them to guess their responsibilities.

"Second, regarding the Maple Leaf Training Ground, except when I use it for my classes, the remaining open times will be decided by Professor Hagrid, so you will need to communicate with him."

"Are we to find Professor Hagrid ourselves?" asked the Slytherin sixth-year prefect.

"Yes," Voldemort nodded. "Furthermore, you will need to help the younger students form teams, with each team having at least four members and at most six, and must include at least one student from each house."

The four nodded, indicating they understood.

"I do not intend for you to be teaching assistants for the younger students of your own house."

Voldemort's words surprised the four.

"Percy Weasley, you will be my teaching assistant when I teach the Slytherin class."

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, Percy and Gemma Farley, the Slytherin sixth-year prefect, exclaimed in surprise.

"Professor, he's a Gryffindor," Gemma Farley said, her eyes wide.

"Yes, I know, but this is Hogwarts," Voldemort said, looking at Gemma with a stern gaze, which made her swallow the words she was about to say. "Percy, do you have a problem?"

"No, Professor, I'm listening to you." Percy nodded in agreement, though he looked a little nervous.

"Jemma Farley, you will be responsible for the assistant teaching content for Eagle House," Voldemort said, looking at Jemma again.

Ravenclaw, he wanted to win over. This house, adept at cultivating "refined egoists," was difficult to win over, but at least there was still hope.

As for Hufflepuff...

As long as Dumbledore was still at Hogwarts, they would be the hardest to win over.

"I understand, Professor," Jemma replied honestly, but her gaze couldn't help but drift to Percy—having Gryffindor teach Slytherin, she couldn't fathom the Professor's intentions at all.

"Robert Hilliard, you will be my assistant teacher in Hufflepuff," Voldemort said to the younger student from his own house.

"Okay, Professor," Robert nodded firmly in agreement.

Of the four, he trusted Voldemort the most, after all, Voldemort was wearing the guise of an elder student from his own house.

"Gabriel Truman, you are responsible for the Lions."

Even without being told, Truman knew which house he was responsible for, as only Gryffindor had not yet been assigned.

"Understood, Professor, I guarantee I will complete the mission," he said, puffing out his chest.

"I believe in you, and of course, the three of you as well."

Voldemort glanced at the four, noticing that Percy and Jemma's expressions were somewhat unusual, but he didn't comment on it.

"I have one more request for the four of you: at the Maple Leaf Training Ground, you four will need to form a team."

The four were not surprised by this request, but Voldemort's next words caused their expressions to change.

"Percy, you are the captain of this team."

In Voldemort's heart, a devilish laugh echoed—Little lion, learn to crawl.