Headmaster Flitwick was injured, and Professor Quirrell had gone mad.
It was the hottest topic at Hogwarts lately.
The students didn't know the exact reason, but that didn't matter. They only needed to know to stay away from Professor Quirrell.
After returning from Azkaban, Voldemort no longer stayed cooped up in his office as he had before.
The reason was simple: nothing made him happier than being around youthful students.
And freely punishing students and taking away House Points was the easiest way to find joy. Apparently, aside from Snape, the other professors didn't have many complaints.
The reason was simple: Snake House lost the most points. Voldemort simply couldn't stand seeing Slytherin students grinning foolishly in the corridors...
Couldn't they just read a book, study, and practice some magic, so they'd be ready to serve their great Dark Lord someday?
Aside from being unable to control his temper, Voldemort thought this state of affairs wasn't bad. At least he was making much faster progress through the forbidden books. Pain could never hurt those who had no happiness.
A few days passed like this, and just as everything was about to get back on track, something happened...
Late at night, Voldemort was still exploring a forbidden book when a sudden knock at the door startled him.
In a foul mood, he got up and angrily opened the door. There stood a little girl in pink pajamas... Hermione.
"Why aren't you asleep in the middle of the night? What... what are you doing?"
Voldemort demanded angrily. He had almost said, "Have you come to keep me company in bed?" but managed to stop himself just in time.
"It's Harry, Professor." The little girl spoke through her tears. "Malfoy used a Dark Curse on him, and then he got hurt. He won't