Gellert Grindelwald: "Finally, the time has come to present the parallel world. Something tells me that, this time, I will truly be surprised."
Lucius Malfoy: "Who needs surprises? I just want a reward to strengthen my magic."
Minerva McGonagall: "This time, it will truly be different. The Ravenclaw environment is completely distinct from Gryffindor's."
Filius Flitwick: "Hoho! I completely agree. I'm sure Harry Black will follow me to uncover the mysteries of magic."
Fred Weasley: "I'm more interested in how Harry Black will face Snape now."
George Weasley: "Haha! Fred, you read my mind. I can already picture Harry Black kicking Snape's butt."
Severus Snape: "..."
Snape was already speechless.
Why did these twins insist on mentioning his name every time they had the chance?
Do they hold a grudge against me? Yes! For sure, that's it.
While Snape got lost in these thoughts, the black curtain of light began to project the images.
[After smiling at Dumbledore, Harry Black politely greeted his Ravenclaw classmates. As he expected, they were quite intelligent and refined.
Among all of them, the one who caught his attention the most was Penelope Clearwater.
Despite being in her fourth year, she had already earned the position of Ravenclaw prefect.
Presenting herself courteously and showing a genuine interest in learning, Harry Black quickly made a good impression on her.
As soon as Dumbledore began the banquet, Harry was conversing casually with Hermione when he felt a strange sensation running through his scar.
His gaze calmly swept the large hall before settling on two teachers: one with greasy black hair and the other wearing a turban.
His eyes gleamed with a slight emerald hue as he analyzed the magic emanating from these two figures.
The first, the man in black, had a magical power notably superior to his own—something that didn't surprise him, after all, he was a professor at Hogwarts.
The second, however, piqued his interest. Though his magical power was slightly inferior to the first, that was not what drew attention.
A black energy permeated the head of the turbaned man.
Harry Black fell into deep thought, mentally murmuring:
"Dark magic?"
"No... Not exactly. The magical power around his head contains traces of dark magic... Perhaps it's some sort of curse? That would explain the turban..."
Shifting his gaze to Penelope, who was nearby, Harry asked, with apparent disinterest:
"Penelope, who are those two people?"
Following the direction he indicated, Penelope smiled before responding:
"The one with black hair is Professor Snape, in charge of Potions class. Be careful, he's very strict with the students. The one with the turban is Professor Quirrell, who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Harry Black nodded before asking again:
"Why does Professor Quirrell wear a turban? Has he always worn that?"
"Hmm… I don't think so. He says it was a gift from an African prince, as thanks for helping him get rid of an annoying zombie a few years ago."
"When he taught Muggle Studies, he didn't wear a turban and was a very competent professor. It's a shame that after his trip abroad, he changed so much."
Saying this, Penelope sighed, sadly lamenting the fall of a brilliant Ravenclaw student.
Harry's eyes subtly sparkled. His gaze towards Quirrell shifted slightly, and he couldn't help but feel some compassion.
"Could it be some kind of curse that deformed the back of his head? Maybe that's why he seems so shy... It must affect his confidence."
Setting those assumptions aside, Harry Black continued enjoying the feast while mingling with the Ravenclaw students.]
However, what he didn't know was that, by interpreting something seemingly so simple, he had plunged the entire magical world into an eerie silence.
Severus Snape: "Damn it! I knew something was wrong with this."
Lucius Malfoy: "Hmpf! So Snape really didn't do anything against Harry before."
Gellert Grindelwald: "A transfiguration curse? Can transfiguration be considered dark magic?"
Alastor Moody: "Any magic used in the right way by a dark wizard can be considered dark magic."
Filius Flitwick: "I have to agree. Even the simplest spell can become something frightening... and Harry Black's cleaning spell proves that."
As Flitwick said this, everyone remembered the moment when Harry Black used the cleaning spell to erase half of a sheet.
Despite the seemingly insignificant effect, the success of this magic made everyone start seeing cleaning spells from a new perspective—and even fear them a little.
Rubeus Hagrid: "I'm surprised! How did I never know Professor Quirrell was under a curse?"
Minerva McGonagall: "If you knew that, then the whole of Hogwarts should already know..."
Rubeus Hagrid: "..."
Hagrid wanted to argue, but he realized there was no way to do so, so he chose to remain silent.
Penelope Clearwater: "Is it true, Professor Quirrell?! Are you really under a curse?!"
Among all, the most worried about this issue was undoubtedly Penelope.
As a true Ravenclaw student, she had always had great admiration for Quirrell.
Besides being a young professor, he had an incredible teaching ability and had already clarified many of her doubts in the past.
For this reason, Penelope was eagerly awaiting a positive response.
In the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets
The atmosphere was dark and imposing. The damp stone walls were adorned with intertwined serpent sculptures, their eyes seeming to glow in the dim light.
A fine mist hovered over the floor, reflecting the light from the greenish torches that flickered in ancient holders, casting winding shadows across the hall.
At the back, a massive statue of Salazar Slytherin stood with an austere expression.
The air was thick with ancient magic, a remnant of the spells that had protected this place for centuries.
Quirrell, leaning against the wall, wore a complicated expression. Although no one had yet realized the true problem, his situation was extremely difficult.
You ask me if I'm cursed?
If being the host of the Dark Lord is considered a curse... then yes, I am cursed!
"What are you still standing there for, you idiot?! You better answer quickly before you raise suspicion!"
The terrifying voice echoed in his mind, making his face pale. Quirrell swallowed hard before hastily responding:
"Yes, master! Please, wait a moment."
With trembling fingers, he opened the chat group and paused for a moment before starting to speak.
Quirinus Quirrell: "I... I didn't know how to talk about this. It's a bit traumatic for me..."
As he spoke those words, Quirrell felt deeply embarrassed, but still gritted his teeth and continued.
His weak words sparked a flash of compassion in the hearts of several people.
Penelope Clearwater: "Professor Quirrell..."
Hermione Granger: "Poor Professor Quirrell... I never imagined he was suffering so much."
Harry Potter: "Now I feel bad for my future self thinking Quirrell's classes were strange..."
Minerva McGonagall: "Professor Quirrell, you should have spoken about this earlier. Headmaster Dumbledore could certainly help you lift this curse."
Quirinus Quirrell: "I... I will try."
With his hesitant and embarrassed words, the curtain of black light continued to display the vision of the parallel world.