Hogwarts: The Book of Magic

Chapter 33 Professor Quirrell's Biochemical Attack

Malfoy didn't go back to the dormitory to sleep that night, probably because he was afraid that Lean would cast the Unforgivable Curse directly while he was asleep at night, or it might be because he disliked Lean's Muggle background.

But no matter what, Lean got a dormitory of his own.

This point was completely confirmed by Lean after Malfoy came to pack his luggage the next morning.

Using the Levitation Charm, he moved the bed that originally belonged to Malfoy to a corner, and put his luggage on it.

The entire dormitory was instantly vacated.

As for what Malfoy would do when he wanted to come back, that was out of Lean's consideration.

But in addition, Lean also needs a secret base known only to him to conduct some experiments that are not very visible.

"It's better to take it step by step." Li En smiled.

It was a great thing for Ryan that Malfoy moved away.

Although Lien really wanted to renovate the dormitory according to his own wishes at this time, there was not much time before class.

After quickly washing up, he went upstairs to the dining room and ate a sandwich before arriving at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

However, when he saw the sign of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

But he couldn't remember what he had forgotten for a while, so he had to think about it for the time being.

There are not many seats left in the classroom at this time, only the last row is left empty.

This class was held with Hufflepuff, but the young wizards of the two colleges seemed to have the same hobby this time, and they wanted to sit in the front.

Lean sat in a corner of the last row on his own.

Although there were still a few vacant seats in the front row, there was a small group next to it, and it was unavoidable to feel uncomfortable sitting there.

After sitting down, Lean took out the "Dark Arts Self-Defense Guide" and put it on the table.

Some of the magic recorded in this book is still very useful in Lean's opinion, enough to deal with more common situations.

Moreover, he had already finished learning this book. Most of the spells were found in the books left by the Death Eaters. It seemed that they were spells with high versatility.

"I don't know how this year's Professor Quirrell is doing. I heard that last year's Professor Wen Hua was finally admitted to the Saint-Germont Magical Injury Hospital. He has not woken up from a coma until now."

"By the way, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts last year was also at St. Mungo's, right?"

"Yes, yes, I heard that he and Professor Wen Hua are still in the same ward."

"Eh? No way, there are only three patients living in one room. Is it such a coincidence? It can't be that the remaining one was also a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at school, right?"

"Have you heard all this?"

"Huh? Is it true?"

"Yeah, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts four years ago was a battle-hardened Auror, but just before the final exam, he fell down the stairs and hit his head .Now he is lying in the hospital like Professor Wen Hua."

"Ah, this..."

"Boom!" Lean slapped the table heavily, and he finally remembered what he forgot.

Wasn't Professor Quirrell, this unlucky guy, possessed by Voldemort? His whole body smelled of garlic.

Ryan suddenly thought of the sandwich he had hurriedly stuffed into his mouth that morning.

If I could do it all over again, I would definitely not eat that sandwich.Ryan thought so.

Almost 3 minutes later, Professor Quirrell appeared with his unique smell.

It was a very strong garlic smell, which was worse than the smelly socks that Mrs. Love next door had just taken off.

Although Lean was sitting in the last row, the smell still made him a little unbearable.

"Big... Hello everyone, I am... your professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year... Hey... Hey hey..." Professor Quirrell stammered while standing on the podium.

But none of the little wizards below wanted to listen to him, and this indescribable smell had completely occupied the brains of the little wizards.

Even Lean, who was sitting in the last row, felt a little uncomfortable at this time.

The sandwich he ate in the morning kept rolling in his stomach, and an uncomfortable feeling flooded his mind.

"No, I can't take it anymore."

Lien really couldn't stand the smell, but there was nothing he could do at the moment, so he had to endure it.

However, Li En suddenly remembered that he seemed to have learned the spell of fresh air, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Only then did Rion realize that he had learned too many spells, but hadn't used them much.

In the end, Lean managed to release an air freshening spell on himself, and got rid of the biochemical attack from Professor Quirrell.

But the rest of the little wizards didn't feel very well, they could only rely on patience to get through this long lesson.

I believe they will find a way to solve this matter before the next class.

After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

This is the most anticipated course for little wizards. Everyone wants to turn a piece of wood into a frog, or turn a blade of grass into a sharp sword.

But at this time, the little wizards of Slytherin and Hufflepuff were not in the mood to cheer. They stood in the corridor outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, breathing heavily, as if the air was something sweet. .

The young wizards coming and going around looked at the group of freshmen and pointed curiously.

But no one explained anything to them, because...they couldn't be prepared to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

This is the most tacit cooperation between Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

After taking a breath for a while, the little wizards left, because there was not much time left before the Transfiguration class.

Lien came to the transformation class classroom early, after all, he was not affected by anything.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." After greeting the cat on the podium, Lean found a seat slightly in front and sat down.

Professor McGonagall nodded to Lean as a gesture of return, and then continued to sit on the podium and wait for the little wizards to arrive.

"Hurry up, I hope Professor McGonagall hasn't arrived yet."

"Don't squeeze me!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, followed by a group of young wizards appearing in front of the classroom door.

"Phew, it's good to catch up." A little wizard propped his hands on his knees and spoke out the aspirations of all the little wizards.

There was no crowding, and the little wizards entered the classroom in an orderly manner.

The cat on the podium nodded in relief.

After everyone sat down, Professor McGonagall changed from a cat to a human in the astonished eyes of all the little wizards in the audience.

(End of this chapter)