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Chapter 285 Voldemort’s mood begins to change

After the Transfiguration course, the little wizards are about to face the most interesting course in Hogwarts——

Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Quirrell stood in his classroom, gently touching the classroom door with his fingers. Then, he walked to the desk with a rosy face and took a deep breath.

"Hiss-ha-"

Quirrell let out an indescribable sigh, and it wasn't over yet. He was like a dog coming to the enclosure for the first time, with his nose pressed against the desk, and the moist moisture from his breath was left on every inch of wood.

Not long after, the desk felt as if it had been sprayed by the tide, and the orange wood color was forced to turn into dark brown.

"Such a refreshing fragrance! Hiss-ha-" Quirrell straightened up and looked at the changed desk with a satisfied expression.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, my dream, my love, finally, I finally got it!"

Quirrell reluctantly left the desk and came to the desk where the little wizards were about to sit.

His fingers lightly touched the tabletops one by one, his eyes burning brightly, as if there were students sitting on the empty desks.

"Albus Dumbledore."

"You are also surprised that the teachers of this course can only be appointed for one year, right? Does this situation bother you?"

"Yes, this is my curse, your retribution for rejecting me!"

"However, everything is over, what belongs to me is mine after all, haha!"

Quirrell walked around and then stood at the door of the classroom with great satisfaction.

He looked at the place where the noise came from in the distance, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

"Let me think about it, what should be taught in the first class? How to deal with vampires and werewolves? No, this is too simple."

"Just ask for your life - huh?"

A look of confusion flashed in Quirrell's eyes, and what he was thinking about just now was suddenly interrupted.

Immediately, he reacted.

It's Russell's curse that's at work!
Is it a bad thing to teach little wizards how to use the most reasonable spells to deal with dark lower creatures?

Quirrell didn't understand. This was obviously the simplest and most effective way!

Do we need to use some kind of armor to protect ourselves, all of them are petrified, and there are many obstacles?
Dark creatures are highly resistant to spells, and hitting them with these weak spells is almost like scraping.

In the time it takes to tire out the dark creatures with these little spells, the wizard who finished casting the Unforgivable Curse still has time to go home and cook a big meal.

Quirrell cursed, but did not give up teaching because of Russell's interference.

This is his long-awaited first Defense Against the Dark Arts class!
He not only wants to teach well, but also teaches beautifully!

Quirrell rubbed his chin with his hand, and while he was thinking about teaching ideas, he suddenly saw the wizard's team out of the corner of his eye.

The leader is none other than Dumbledore!
Quirrell immediately felt his enthusiasm for teaching surge up, and he was filled with endless energy.

The last time he felt like this was when he planned to use his newly awakened magic power to steal the money from the director of the welfare home.

Dumbledore!

Let you see what it means to be an impeccable black magic defense master!
You wouldn’t have thought that someone you had rejected could teach students in front of you, right?

Quirrell suddenly felt the happiness in his heart pouring out continuously.

He almost couldn't help but dance on the spot.

Russell!

Quirrell suddenly remembered that Russell had asked him to tease Dumbledore as much as possible.

He did not expect that the negative effects of teasing the generation of thoughts would be worse than the addiction to doing good deeds.

Although his original intention was to do this, he knew that he could never be controlled by Russell's spell.

He wants to fight!

While Quirrell was strengthening his faith, Dumbledore had already arrived in front of him.

"Professor Quirrell?" Dumbledore looked at Quirrell who was gritting his teeth and frowned.

The self-recruited Defense Against Dark Arts professor did not emit any suspicious magic power fluctuations.

But why is he like this?

Could it be——

Didn't he prepare lessons?
Dumbledore was still very good at saving face. He took two quick steps and whispered in Quirrell's ear: "Professor Quirrell, are you a little nervous?" Quirrell's long-lost rebellious psychology suddenly exploded.

"No, I'm not nervous, I'm just thinking about how to teach the class well!"

Dumbledore made a 'suddenly enlightened' expression. He bowed slightly and said seriously: "You are really a responsible teacher, Professor Quirrell."

"I thought you were unprepared. I'm really sorry. I apologize for what I just thought."

"It's okay." Quirrell looked at Dumbledore's expression and said calmly.

happy!

The only drawback is that the bonus of Russell's Curse is a bit too strong.

Quirrell shrunk his hips slightly, using the loose wizard robe to cover up the ugliness of his lower body.

The Master of Curses, Lord Voldemort, certainly knew the extent of his physical reaction.

However, he did not expect that this kind of excitement of male love and female love would reach Dumbledore.

It must be damn Russell's fault!

Quirrell pursed his lips. Being a little dry, he could only focus on the little wizard behind Dumbledore.

He hoped to divert his attention, and then he saw Harry Potter who was thinking about him day and night.

Those emerald-colored, gem-like eyes were the same as they were more than ten years ago.

The growth of human beings will make their eyes more or less complicated, just like a lake will become turbid after experiencing rain, snow, wind and frost.

However, this law doesn't seem to apply to Harry.

His eyes were as damn pure as a baby's!

This made him inevitably think of the scene where he saw himself being killed by his own curse in the baby's ignorant eyes.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell, my name is Harry Potter." Harry looked at Quirrell. He stared into Quirrell's eyes, not missing the slightest emotion in them.

Russell told Harry everything.

At this time, it is the time to collect debts for the biological parents!

"The whole world thinks that the mysterious man was defeated by a defenseless baby. What do you think, Professor Quirrell?"

Quirrell narrowed his eyes.

Naturally, the great Dark Lord would not be defeated by a cub that couldn't even understand how to suck milk.

"I think you are right. The mysterious man is generally recognized as being powerful. It is naturally impossible for him to be defeated by a baby."

Hermione looked at Harry who was smiling strangely.

Being familiar with her little boyfriend's character, she knew that when Harry raised the corner of his mouth to smile at a 30-degree angle, it was when he was ready to trick someone.

But where did the teacher at Hogwarts offend him?
When the other little wizards heard about the mysterious man, they all shivered and gathered together.

Only Ron, who was still immersed in the success of Transfiguration, and Hermione, who was thinking about logic, were still with Harry.

Dumbledore looked at Harry in confusion. Although he didn't understand, he didn't interrupt Harry.

This child needs his guidance, but he must first understand Harry's thinking logic.

Especially this person is Harry, whom Professor McGonagall has praised countless times.

"Professor Quirrell, the only people present at that time were the mysterious man and my parents. So excluding the incompetent baby, can I think that it was my parents who defeated the mysterious man?"

Ridiculous idea! !

Professor Quirrell's bald head turned red.

Stupid Gryffindor, the stupid thing about you is that everyone can see the word stupid on your face!
"Professor Quirrell, I think Harry's analysis makes sense. As far as I know, the Potters are indeed brave and wise people."

Aha!

The Dark Lord who no one dared to resist was defeated by two mediocre wizards?

Quirrell laughed silently, then waved his hand and entered the classroom.

If I don't deduct all points from Gryffindor today, I won't be called Voldemort!
"Everyone come to class!"

　Gone.

　　I had diarrhea today. There is only one chapter left.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)