Hogwarts: Double Comparison Of Harry Potter, The Witches Are Jealous!

[After the feast, Harry followed Percy up the Hogwarts stairs to the Gryffindor common room, thus ending his first day at hogwarts.]

[The next day, due to his unfamiliarity with the Hogwarts staircases, Harry and Ron ended up being scolded by Professor McGonagall. At the end of class, Hermione was the only one to show significant progress in Transfiguration.]

[From then on, Harry established a routine. Every morning, on his way to the Great Hall, he noticed some students discreetly glancing at his scar and whispering to each other.]

[On the way to classes, Peeves often disrupted Harry and Ron, forcing them to try doors that led to the forbidden third-floor corridor. On one such occasion, Filch caught them trying to open a door and, furious, almost locked them in the dungeons. Fortunately, Professor Quirrell arrived just in time to intervene.]

[On Wednesdays at midnight, students studied the night sky through telescopes. Three times a week, Harry would go to the greenhouses behind the castle for Herbology classes with Professor Sprout.]

[History of Magic classes, taught by Professor Binns, were a challenge for Harry, who struggled to stay awake. On the other hand, Professor Flitwick's lessons on the theory and practice of spells fascinated him. Meanwhile, Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, taught by Professor Quirrell, were... peculiar.]

[Harry found his routine quite satisfying until Friday arrived, when he had his first Potions lesson...]

Minerva McGonagall: "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, I believe I must inform you in advance that you are expected to strictly follow Hogwarts' schedule!"

Harry Potter: "Professor McGonagall, that's something from the future and has nothing to do with me!"

Ron Weasley: "Yes, Professor McGonagall, it has nothing to do with us!"

Severus Snape: "Professor McGonagall! You should have deducted points from their house. You're being partial!"

Fred Weasley: "Am I going crazy? George! Come here and see who's talking about being partial!"

George Weasley: "Fred, be careful now. Who knows how this 'suspicious person' might hold a grudge."

Severus Snape: "You!!"

In the Hogwarts Hall, at that moment, Snape was truly furious.

You twins used to fear me throughout the corridors and wouldn't dare talk back to me.

Now you think you can disrespect me based on a mere assumption? Just you wait!

At the Gryffindor table, the twins suddenly felt a chill and avoided looking at the staff table, as though someone might kill them with a single glare.

Perhaps they had spoken too loudly, and regret came too soon. But what was said was said, and there was no remedy for regret.

Molly Weasley: "I apologize on their behalf, Professor Snape. I'm sure they didn't mean it."

Arthur Weasley: "Yes, they really didn't mean it."

James Potter: "Leaving that aside, it's gratifying to see Hogwarts' routine again."

Petunia Dursley: "It's truly amazing..."

Lily Potter: "Sister, you?"

Gellert Grindelwald: "Albus, when did Hogwarts' educational standards fall so low? Can this Professor Quirrell actually teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Gellert Grindelwald: "No wonder dark wizards keep growing. It seems you have much to be credited for."

Albus Dumbledore: "Don't be so insidious, Gellert. Professor Quirrell was an excellent Ravenclaw student. He's just had some unpleasant experiences in Africa."

Quirinus Quirrell: "Ah, yes... I can indeed... teach them well..."

Without any conviction!

If before, with Dumbledore's help, he was still able to defend himself, now with his trembling voice, no one had any expectations from him.

It became clear that was entirely futile. He seemed incapable of being a real teacher.

What no one expected was that Quirrell had already run out of words at that moment.

His master's entire plan relied on maintaining a low profile and avoiding attention until the goal was achieved.

Now, even keeping a low profile seemed impossible. It was becoming hard even to retain his teaching position.

While thinking of ways to resolve this problem, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind, and his expression froze momentarily.

After a few seconds, his face tensed, and he looked at Dumbledore with a somewhat anguished expression and said:

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm not feeling well. I'll retire to my quarters earlier tonight."

Dumbledore was slightly surprised but, noticing Quirrell's condition, simply nodded, indicating his understanding.

Quirrell quickly crossed the hall under the curious and puzzled gazes of the students and left the hall hastily.

What no one saw was that as soon as he left the hall, an expression of deep pain crossed his face.

"Please forgive me, master..."

Before he could finish, an even more intense pain struck him as a terrifying voice echoed in his mind:

"Go to a quiet place, immediately!"

Quirrell quickened his steps and tremulously entered his quarters.

After a few moments, he reached out his trembling hand to his turban and began to carefully remove it.

As he removed the turban, a horrifying scene was revealed: a pale and wrinkled face was on the back of his head. The red eyes seemed capable of corroding anyone's soul with a mere glance.

This face belonged to the second-generation Dark Lord of the wizarding world: Lord Voldemort.

While everyone believed he was dead or gravely injured, the truth was he was dangerously close.

Quirrell couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when a monster like that was possessing his body and he couldn't do anything.

If Voldemort were discovered, Quirrell didn't even want to imagine the consequences for himself.

"Master, what should we do now? It seems it won't be long before our plan is exposed."

A disturbing silence filled the air before Voldemort's face finally uttered his words:

"This comparison room is truly powerful. Perhaps we can hide in the Chamber of Secrets and use the Obelisk for protection."

"But it won't be long before the Chamber is also discovered, and Dumbledore will have no difficulty dealing with a mere serpent. Still, it will buy us some time."

Quirrell did not know the Chamber of Secrets, but trusting Voldemort's certainty, it seemed reasonable to buy some time.

Following the command, Quirrell hurriedly made his way to the girls' bathroom, fearing he was moving too slowly.

Meanwhile, Voldemort silently observed the light curtain, lost in thought:

"Could this comparison room help me rebuild my body?"

As Voldemort's thoughts wandered, the comparison room's broadcast continued uninterrupted.