Hogwarts Please graduate soon

Friday morning.

Hufflepuff freshmen have finally ushered in their first Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons.

The classroom was located in a corner on the third floor, and when the first young wizard arrived, he repeatedly made sure that he was in the wrong place, and then hesitantly walked in.

The classroom was very dark, only a small window was still closed, and the room was filled with an indescribable strange smell.

After Vane came, he also subconsciously frowned.

Just as he was about to open the window, Quirrell arrived.

"Don't... Don't open it, that's it, that's it. "

"Professor, I'm here to take classes, not to absorb toxic gases. Vane said unhappily, and the little wizard was already laughing.

But quickly covered his mouth.

They weren't afraid of being found out and blamed by the professor, but because after Quirrell came in, there was a strong smell of garlic that made the smell in the classroom even worse.

"I, I met in the Black State... I met a resurrected zombie and was cursed and couldn't blow the wind. Quirrell stammered in explanation, and gestured to the scarf on his head.

"This, this is the king of a tribe... A gift from the Prince. "

Resurrected zombies?

Many young wizards came to be interested.

The resurrected zombie, also known as the resurrected corpse, is a mysterious religious artifact that is thunderous in the wizarding world.

Each resurrected corpse is a living dead, unconscious, soulless walking corpse, and their attack power is not very strong, but they have a variety of uses.

It is a necessary sacrifice for dark wizards to fight black magic.

"Professor, how did you subdue the Resurrection Zombie?" asked Justin Fenreli with a raised hand.

"This, this has nothing to do with this class. Quirrell dodged and replied, "Turn to page three, and today we'll learn how to dodge Xi Kaba..."

"No, Professor, just tell me about your experience. Hannah pressed again, but Quirrell ignored her and began to lecture vaguely.

How to say it

Worse than Professor Binns.

Although Professor Binns speaks hypnotically, at least he speaks clearly enough to be a bedtime story.

But Quirrell stammered, couldn't read incoherently, wanted to sleep, and the smell of this room made people unable to sleep.

For a while, everyone's long-awaited defense against the dark arts turned into a two-hour torment.

Vane raised his hand.

"Lawr, Lawrence-san, you, do you have any questions?" Quirrell asked.

"Professor, there is indeed a problem, and it is still a big problem. Vane stood up, "I understand Professor Binns reading the textbook, but if you still read the textbook, what are we going to learn about Defence Against the Dark Arts?"

"Are we going to kill Kaba with a textbook when we meet him?"

"Defence Against the Dark Arts, of course, is to learn spells, can you tell us about the use of the Knockback Charm?"

His words were strongly supported by the students, and everyone was gossiping.

Quirrell was frightened and stumbled to explain that he wanted everyone to learn more and that he would teach them spells when the time came.

In fact, he did.

After an hour of patience, Quirrell wrote the spell of the Repellent Spell on the blackboard.

And then it ended.

Vane spoke up again, "Professor, you can show us a demonstration." "

Quirrell hesitated for a long time, and excused himself on the grounds that it was too dangerous.

Everyone was even more unhappy that a knockback spell could be dangerous.

Seeing the scene out of control, Quirrell's flickering eyes squeezed out a few tears, and he ran away with his textbook, leaving a bunch of dumbfounded little wizards.

Vane was also stunned.

He just wants to brush up on points, why is he still making people cry?

It's been almost a week since he came to the school, and on the one hand, Wayne is familiar with the school, but on the other hand, he has not found a suitable opportunity to brush up on points.

The other professors deserve his respect, and he can't do anything that he deliberately messes with for the sake of points.

Only Quirrell, this guy deliberately pretended to be a dish, or Voldemort's pillar force, and Vane didn't feel guilty at all when he bullied him.

In just one class, he has already scored more than 100 points.

Just when Vane was going to make persistent efforts and brush up on two hundred rests.

Who would have thought that Quirrell's endurance was so poor that he would run away.

Who is reasoning with this?

There are no secrets at Hogwarts, and the news of what happened in the classroom is immediately spread, and the first thing to know is the other two houses in the first year.

"You really Professor Quirrell off and cried?".

At noon, Vane was pulled to the Gryffindor table by Hermione and asked curiously.

"No, what's wrong with these two?".

Without answering Hermione, Vane looked next to her, both Harry and Neville were glazed over, their expressions numb, and they looked like they had been played.

"Don't mention it!".

Ron put down his knife and fork angrily, "Snape chased Harry like a swallowtail in Potions class just now, obviously he didn't learn something yet, he asked a lot of questions, and finally Harry couldn't answer and deducted two points from us." "

"Granger's hands are up to the ceiling, he can't see, is he blind?!".

Hermione gave him a disapproving look.

What do you mean by lifting up to the ceiling and saying that she is a long-armed monster?

It turned out to be a Potions class...

Wayne wasn't surprised at all, but it was strange that Snape only deducted two points for them, which was too little.

"I've got a way to make you less targeted. Vane said after a moment's silence.

Harry's eyelids twitched, and he looked over involuntarily.

"Coach, I want to learn. "

"Ahem. Vane pretended to be profound, "Did you keep staring at Snape when he asked you questions?"

Harry nodded sharply.

This is a master, even this knows.

"That's your fault. Wayne shook his head, "Think about it, when you hate someone, the other party still looks at you, and it is clear that you are not convinced, what will you do?"

Harry thoughtfully said, "I'm going to get angrier. "

Wayne clapped his hands: "That's right, the next time you encounter this situation, you will lower your head and sincerely admit your mistakes, even if the professor is angry again, there is no way, after all, you have such a good attitude." "

Harry's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he finally said gratefully

"Thank you Vane, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do. "

"You're welcome. Vane smiled gently, "Remember, don't look at Snape." "

After speaking, after the system prompted that the points were added by 50, he floated away.