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Chapter 286 The tangled Quirrell

Dumbledore shrugged helplessly.

Every wizard has more or less weird tempers, and Professor Quirrell is not alone in teaching with emotions.

Of course, as the principal, he can guarantee to outsiders that the professors in Hogwarts have good tempers.

Well, except for Severus.

But first of all, he is the dean of Slytherin and cannot be considered a teacher.

The little wizards walked quietly towards the classroom.

Ron just woke up, he grabbed Harry and Hermione and whispered: "Can we sit back this time?"

Hermione thought for a moment and agreed.

Ron glanced at Hermione in surprise, not expecting that this studious person would be the one to agree.

He also planned to persuade Harry to have a "minority obeys the majority".

Hermione rolled her eyes and ignored Ron.

Of course she would agree.

Mainly because Harry is usually very kind to others and rarely gets so personal.

She also wanted to ask secretly behind the classroom.

"Mr. Potter, please come to the front row." Chilopi said with a smile, and then, as if he was afraid that Harry would disagree, he gave a very good reason.

"I heard that you are taking the place of Professor McGonagall. This is my first time teaching, so I may not have been fully prepared. I need a good student like you to supplement my teaching."

"Gryffindors are all good students who are willing to help others, am I right?"

Harry smiled again, but it was not him who answered Quirrell, but Dumbledore.

"Mr. Potter, I think what Professor Quirrell said is reasonable." He winked at Harry, "I think you can earn more points for Gryffindor."

"Headmaster Minerva will be particularly happy."

Harry looked seriously into Dumbledore's eyes, but saw nothing.

So he nodded to Dumbledore and walked towards the first row.

The Gryffindors gave Harry a round of applause.

Goyle and Crabbe of Slytherin also clapped, and the applause was obviously more sincere than other Slytherins.

Although these little snakes are arrogant and disdainful of ordinary people.

But they were still willing to give the most basic respect to someone as capable as Harry.

Not everyone is like Malfoy and is as stubborn as taking medicine.

Hermione watched Harry pass by, unable to relax at all, so she quickly followed him.

Ron scratched his head irritably, "Never mind, just be embarrassed."

He bravely followed Hermione, and some people's affirmative praises could be heard in his ears.

"As expected of the Three Musketeers of Gryffindor!"

"I think Professor Quirrell is about to become the second person they conquer."

"That's right, I believe there won't be any teachers who don't like them."

"Really? I don't think our dean can."

"You mean the legendary Mr. Snape? Well... that's a bit difficult."

Ron lowered his head when he heard these words.

He knows very well how much he weighs.

However, this feeling is really good, at least his family rarely praises him like this.

Alas, if only it had lasted longer.

I hope Professor Quirrell won't ask him questions. Ron thought, still holding on to a glimmer of hope.

"Okay, let's start class." Professor Quirrell straightened his voice in a serious manner. He slowly and solemnly glanced at the classroom, as if he was looking at the great country he had built. The desk behind him is his throne.

Quirrell couldn't help but think of the days when he was the Dark Lord.

On the obsidian-carved skull throne, the idiots of the Death Eaters were trembling on the ground.

Only a few dared to look up at him, but the fanatical gazes they radiated would only make him think that these few were the most advantageous tools.

He had no interest in communicating with his tools. What was even more ridiculous was that the Death Eaters called this gesture of supreme authority.

Quirrell looked over from the energetic and curious little faces, and felt inexplicably that the original throne was too cold and hard, and it was really not as comfortable as standing on it now.

It would be better if Dumbledore sat conspicuously in the last row.

However, teaching them better defense against black magic can prevent them from being persecuted by dark wizards. This is good...

Quirrell was shocked.

He is the dark wizard!
There is a saying that teaches the apprentice and starves the master.

If he can teach these little wizards to be better than their masters, how can he dominate the wizarding world again?
The murderous Death Eaters will definitely be imprisoned in Azkaban by these young wizards. Where can he find his subordinates?
Although it would be nice to put them in Azkaban...wait!
Quirrell felt like his brain was in chaos, damn Russell, what kind of curse is this?
He couldn't figure it out, so he simply used the ultimate sobriety strategy - gave himself a hard slap.

The effect is remarkable.

He sobered up on his own.

But the little wizards felt like they were on pins and needles, especially Ron.

This teacher even beats himself. If he can't answer his questions, will he be beaten even harder?
Ron swallowed hard, and whispered to Hermione and Harry: "I said, if I am asked a question later, you have to help me."

Hermione twitched her lips and glared at Ron, "Are you crazy? The professor may hear what we are saying now!"

"Oh. Remember to take me to the school doctor's office later, Harry, Hermione, my mother will be very grateful to you."

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Quirrell finally got rid of the influence of Russell's curse, all thanks to his powerful soul, and of course some physical factors are not excluded.

However, he could feel that it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to eliminate the influence of Russell's curse.

His soul needs to be strengthened if he doesn't want to become a bad guy who only knows how to tease Dumbledore.

It can only temporarily merge the souls of other Horcruxes.

Quirrell has come up with a countermeasure. As long as he uses his own soul to delay the full outbreak of the curse, he will definitely find a solution!

Quirrell showed a confident smile, and the red palm marks on his face became much happier.

Ron was even more desperate.

If there's anything worse than having a abusive teacher, it's having a teacher who's both abusive and neurotic.

Hopefully, Harry and Hermione can stop the professor from going crazy in time so that he can still have his body intact.

In this case, maybe I can spend time with my parents and family in another way, such as becoming a ghoul or something...

"Hmm!" Quirrell's voice startled Dumbledore, who was about to drink coffee.

Dumbledore put down his cup unnaturally and focused his eyes on Quirrell casually.

Quirrell nodded with satisfaction and said, "It has been more than ten days since you came to Hogwarts."

"I believe you have already previewed some of the content of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Quirrell's tone was somewhat rigid, but very penetrating. Everyone in the classroom seemed to feel him speaking in their ears.

Seeing the young wizards nodding, Ron covered his face with his hands, feeling that he was holding back all the first-year students.

But can you blame him?
He hasn't tried all the food at Hogwarts yet!

"Due to some special reasons, I didn't bring some teaching materials to the first class, which made me a little regretful."

"However, I will make up for it in the next class. This time, we will first familiarize ourselves with the Defense Against the Dark Arts process."

"First question, how do we defend against a vampire suffering from blood thirst?"

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)