Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 44 Quilo, everyone likes him!
Hagrid's help was much more efficient than that of the centaurs. He alone carried the mountain of ingredients and strode out of the Forbidden Forest and sent them into the castle.

It was already past breakfast time, and after passing through the empty hall, Ron pushed open the door of the kitchen familiarly. With the help of the elf, the batch of spider legs were sent into the underground ice cellar of the kitchen. The poisonous sacs and fangs and silk sacs that had no time to deal with were also stored in one brain, and the elves drew a separate compartment to ensure that those poisonous things would not affect other normal ingredients.

Running wildly back to the dormitory, hurriedly took a shower and changed into new clothes, Ron almost rushed into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with flying.

As a course that young wizards are most looking forward to, the students who came to the classroom early to assemble are now sitting down obediently. They exchanged glances excitedly and whispered in low voices, even if it was the smell of garlic in the classroom. It didn't make them frown.

"Sorry, Professor! I'm not late, am I?"

Facing the focused gazes of the young wizards, Ron said apologetically to Quirrell who was standing on the podium.

"No, no." It seemed that he was frightened by Ron who was stepping into the classroom, or maybe for some other reason, Professor Quirrell reluctantly squeezed out a smile and nodded.

"Please sit down, Mr. Wes. Sley, there are still one minute. Min. Min. Minutes."

His stuttering seemed to be more severe than usual, perhaps it was the reason for his first class, and his nervousness was beyond words, which made people doubt whether he could really complete the task of teaching.

"Thank you."

Looking at the pale and timid man, Ron nodded slightly, and then sat on the seat Harry and the others had left for him.

Although he behaved so badly, Ron, who knew that this guy had a Voldemort stuck behind his head, didn't think he would really look like this at all.

Voldemort did not treat his servants well at all. Quirrell was originally an excellent student who graduated from Ravenclaw. His excellent grades at school and the recognition of his professors allowed him to successfully enter Hogwarts. One of the keys to becoming a professor.

He had been tortured into what he was now, presumably by Voldemort's hands, but it didn't evoke the slightest sympathy, which he asked for.

Ten years ago, the ancient protective spell cast on Harry by Lily Potter deflected Voldemort's Killing Curse, destroying his body, tearing his soul apart, and leaving him a wandering ghost in Albania. In the forest, Voldemort, who can only survive by constantly possessing animals, has reached the most vulnerable period.

As a Hogwarts graduate with excellent grades, it is absolutely impossible for Quirrell to be unable to deal with the already extremely weak broken soul. Some kind of agreement, however, that Voldemort didn't look like he intended to fulfill his obligations was a hoax from the start.

Quirrell was trained like this by Voldemort. Even if it was a little more miserable, Ron didn't want to give any sympathy, and even wanted to laugh out loud.

Greed is the original sin.

"Where have you been?" Hermione touched Ron's arm and asked in a low voice, "Harry said you disappeared early in the morning."

"Run in the morning, then went to Hagrid's for tea, and brought some supper by the way, we'll have a barbecue tonight."

Ron blinked at Hermione, but got a stern look instead.

"Then now, we'll... start class."

Quirrell's voice just cut off Hermione's words, and Hermione, who was sitting upright, opened her mouth silently before turning her head. Even if there was no sound, people would know immediately that she must be saying: No night tours!

The little wizards all stared at Quirrell, and they listened to the following nervously and excitedly. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class, as soon as they heard it, knew that it was an extremely important course for practice. They are itchy.

"Please open the textbook, Chapter 1, let's read it today. Read the book"

"Oh"

A weak voice sounded, and most of the spirits of the little wizards were dissipated. Professor Quirrell's majesty did not exist at all. He couldn't hold down the students. Suddenly, the classroom became a little messy.

No practice, no wand, and reading
This is very different from the magic school they imagined.
Wanting to fly without being able to walk is the problem of most 11-year-old students who are full of energy. Wizards don’t have any pre-school education. Going to magic school at the age of 11 is all their education. Maybe pure-blood families will be somewhat similar Make-up lessons, but most of them are learning the glorious history of their own family.

The Muggle-born students are slightly better. They have at least attended elementary school. They did not have magic when they were in Muggle schools. Acceptance is still relatively high, although it is also lost.

"An'an. Ann. Ann. Ann."

Quirrell's "announcement" for a long time failed to calm down the classroom, and this cramped opening made the classroom even more cryptic laughter.

".Quiet."

Quirrell always made this word clear. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. After all, this noisy little wizard really made him a little unhappy.

"Okay, be quiet, didn't you hear the professor speak?"

Ron knocked on the table, and his voice made the noisy little wizards shut up immediately. After all, this murderous deed of successfully picking more than 20 people on the train has long been rumored.

"Mr. Wes Ley adds ten points."

Quirrell, who breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ron, and a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes. The little wizards of this grade are much more difficult to deal with than those of the senior grades. They are brats who dare to play any tricks.

"I don't know if you can thank you aloud in the future." Ron muttered in his heart, secretly laughing.

"Professor Quirrell, today is the first class of the school, can you tell us your adventure story? You are a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I think you should have dealt with many ferocious magical creatures and even dark wizards Right!"

Ron kindly reminded that, after all, he didn't want to hear Quirrell take them to study, that would be so boring, not even as good as History of Magic, at least History of Magic can sleep and read extracurricular books.

The first-year freshman with drooping brows and eyes once again glowed with longing enthusiasm. He stared at Quirrell with scorching eyes, and the professor who felt a little tingling blushed, and then stammered.

"Okay okay."

"Let's just say a few words."

Quirrell closed the textbook in his hand and hugged the book in his arms. Such small talk seemed to relieve him a lot of pressure.

"Professor, why is there such a heavy garlic smell in the classroom? Are you being chased by vampires? Are they powerful? Can they turn into bats? Can they fly?" Seamus Finnigan was anxious Can't wait to ask the voices of many little wizards.

The classroom has always been filled with a strong garlic smell, which is quite unpleasant. Before Seamus asked the question, they couldn't figure out what was going on, but after saying this, the little wizards suddenly realized.

"Professor Quirrell, have you ever met a vampire? Well, aren't they handsome?"

Girls seem to see things differently from boys. When the little boys were thinking about the war between the professor and the vampire, they imagined the war between Quirrell and the vampire.

"Yes, yes, I did meet a vampire." After telling his own story, Quirrell's stuttering was well relieved, and telling his own story seemed to make him relax a lot.

"However, Miss Brown, vampires are not as good as you imagine." Quirrell looked at the girl Lavender Brown who asked strange questions, "That's a novel, and vampires are a kind of murderous and cunning. Slippery magical creatures."

"Their skin is extremely pale, and they have a pair of sharp fangs. They can't turn into bats, but they like to suck blood. Although they can eat ordinary food, but... only blood can make them really full."

"In the past, many wizards and vampires intermarried, but the results were very bad. Children with vampire blood like to eat raw meat and blood. They do not have the long lifespan of vampires, but they have inherited most of the shortcomings. Excluded from wizarding circles."

"Then are they handsome?" Lavender, who seems to be a bit of a nympho, doesn't care what bad habits the vampires have, what she cares about is their appearance.

"Not necessarily, if you like pale men who look sick, they may be quite handsome." Quirrell showed a weird smile, and this answer made Lavender sit back in his seat with some disappointment, after all Isn't the sick, pale man the same Quirrell himself?

"Can vampires intermarry with humans?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Of course, Mr. Weasley, vampires have half-human characteristics. Most human...humanoid magical creatures...can intermarry with wizards."

"That's a novel, Ron." Hermione nudged Ron with her elbow, and said in a low voice, "I went to the library to check the information this morning, and the vampires are completely different from what was written in your book, but the same Professor Quirrell said much the same."

"It's a pity." Ron sighed with great regret, "I thought I could eat it."

All of a sudden, the classroom became unbearable. Whether it was the little wizard or Quirrell, they all stared at Ron. This terrible speech made them feel puzzled and at the same time made their scalps tingle.

"It's wrong to eat people, Mr. Weasley." Quirrell said a little uneasy: "It's not okay for half-humans, it's against the law."

"Does any of you know about vampires?"

Hermione held her hand high, a look of eagerness on her face.

"Miss Granger, tell me."

"Vampires are magical creatures from the Balkan Peninsula. Their lifespan is about 200 years, but not more than 300 years. They hate garlic. Although they are not afraid, they are extremely disgusted, just like humans are extremely repelled by manure. touch"

Hermione, who had almost memorized the book "A Study of Vampires", spoke very quickly and wiped out everything about vampires, including the reason why they suck blood. It was because they could not absorb the nutrients of food and could only By sucking blood to replace the blood in the body to obtain nutrition.

This impressive reserve of knowledge has refreshed the three views of the little wizards. A slightly awkward envy and jealousy filled their hearts. They are all first-year freshmen. Why is Hermione so beautiful?

"Very good, plus five points for Gryffindor."

"As Miss Granger said, they are dangerous magical creatures, and their thirst for blood is a defect they cannot hide. I once encountered a half-vampire in Romania who suffered from severe blood thirst. It was a vampire. The heir after intermarrying with a wizard."

The little wizards all pricked up their ears and listened. They were eager to know how Quirrell could handle or get rid of a half-vampire who felt very cruel.

"I ate a piece of garlic and scared him away."

"Gone?"

"Ah."

"Clam?"

This dry, extremely short process contained no excitement at all, and the little wizards who had been a little lucky in Dokilo's arms suddenly went crazy. noisily.

"Professor." Seamus stared at Quirrell with a distorted face.

"What's the matter?"

"You mean, you ate shit in front of a vampire?"

"Isn't garlic in front of vampires the equivalent of humans seeing shit?"

"Pfft~~~~"

A series of funny leaking sounds came out, with a lot of retching sounds in between.

"No no. No. Not like that, just big. Big. Garlic"

Quirrell waved his hands in a panic, and he shook his head again and again, with a row of anxious sweat on his forehead.

"But garlic is shit in front of vampires." Seamus added ruthlessly, "You've been eating shit until now." He folded his arms and shrank back, trying to stay away from Quirrell.

"I, I didn't." Quirrell, who started to stutter again, retorted very hard, but his weak speech was basically not convincing at all.

He turned his attention to Ron, at least in this class, his opening seemed to be more useful than his own.

"Okay, how can you say that to the professor? Garlic is garlic. How could it be shit? Professor Quirrell doesn't eat shit." Ron said solemnly, suppressing the whispers in the classroom.

"We are wizards, and no one here is a vampire, otherwise, wouldn't we all be soaked in a dung cellar now?"

Ron's position was in the first row at the front. He got up and sat on the table. With his back to Quirrell, he raised his finger and shook it in front of his nose. Then he blocked his nostrils and showed a look of disgust. expression.

"Professor Quirrell eating garlic to expel vampires is a very wise choice. Although the spell is also a very effective choice, the vampire's attack is very sudden. He can immediately think of the vampire's weakness at such a dangerous moment. Tact is something we should learn, and it is a valuable lesson that the professor intends to teach us."

The understanding little wizards corrected their expressions. They all blushed and endured the pain, then silently raised their hands, lowered their heads slightly, and made a look of repentance, but actually covered their hands. nose.

"Is that so, Professor Quirrell?"

Ron turned around, and the expression on his face returned to seriousness.

"That's right, that's right."

Feeling the kindness from Ron, Quirrell looked at Ron with great gratitude. Although he felt a little weird in his heart, looking at Ron's serious face and the little wizard behind him who seemed to recognize the wrong one, strange Lo put the little oddity behind her.

"Mr. Weasley plus... plus twenty points."

"Thank you Professor, you are so generous."

"However, do you want to take off the scarf? I see that you are sweating a lot. It is a bit hot now."

In England in September, after the cold morning passed, this sunny sunny day brought a very different heat from the early morning. Although it was still early at noon, the temperature had already risen, although Chillo did not come out because of the hot weather sweat.

"No, no need." Quirrell wiped his sweat, pointed to the scarf and explained: "This is... a gift from... an African prince. It was given to me as a thank-you gift for helping him get rid of the entanglement of the revenant corpse." .”

At this moment, Seamus, the fearless Gryffindor warrior, stood up again. He pinched his nose with a serious and serious expression, and his eyes were full of desire for knowledge. This action frightened Quirrell and he frowned. Staring at Seamus, what on earth is this little wizard with a brain circuit problem trying to do?
"Professor, how did you defeat the revenant?" Seamus said in a low voice, "Revenant is a very powerful thing, right?"

"That's a terrible living dead!" Hermione exclaimed, then raised her arms high.

However, Quirrell didn't point her up to answer the question. After being asked this question, Quirrell didn't talk about the unexciting story like explaining the vampire before. He faltered and said nothing. other.

"I have to say, the weather in the UK is so horrible, I prefer winter."

His eyes wandered, and the blush on his pale face became brighter and brighter.

"Professor Quirrell, are you bragging?"

After these words came out, the little wizards immediately started booing again. They covered their noses and laughed '呵呵呵', and the veins on Quirrell's forehead couldn't help but jump.

"I just.was.couldn't say."

He stared angrily at Seamus, the culprit.

"Professor. How could he lie to you? That kind of dangerous thing is not suitable for you little wizards to know. The reanimated corpse is... a monster that is more ferocious than a vampire, and you are all too young."

"Then what grade can we know?" Seamo, holding a long gun and advancing with indomitable momentum, continued to ride Quirrell's face and output wildly, "I can ask the senior students, right, they must be able to know from you .”

Quirrell, who had no idea in his heart, looked elsewhere in a panic. He saw Hermione's raised hand, and he clicked on Hermione to answer the question as if he was relieved.

Hermione, who must have a library in her mind, started a detailed science survey. This kind of evil living dead created by black wizards of Voodoo who believed in weird evil gods was dismantled and cleaned by her. The well-known stories are told in detail by her.

Hermione's eloquence is very good. After a few short but vivid stories, the image of this evil undead is completely built.

This is not a Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at all, but Hermione's lecture hall.

The trace of jealousy towards her before changed to admiration in a short period of time. Who would not like this kind of knowledgeable and good classmate who is willing to share knowledge, even if she is a bit unhappily arrogant, but geniuses always I have a bad temper.

"Miss Granger plus. plus ten, very good explanation."

Quirrell, who was rescued one after another, put an end to Hermione's performance with the exclamation of the rest of his life.

Then, his stammering, staccato voice began to tell the old stories in the textbooks to the little wizards.

"It was amazing!"

After surviving the boring, long and difficult second half, just after class, the little wizards surrounded Ron and Hermione.

"45 points!"

A group of young wizards cheered happily, this is a remarkable achievement!

"We also want to thank Seamus. He is testing back and forth on the verge of death, but don't be like this in other professors' classes. Not everyone talks so well with Professor Quirrell."

Ron grabbed his roommate out of the crowd, patted him on the shoulder, and winked at everyone.

"Hehehe, I'm just curious, just curious, but I will be careful, hehehe."

Seamo, who was advancing so fast in class, stroked his hair in embarrassment, with a little complacency on his face, and looked at the other students with a smirk.

Gryffindor seems to have discovered some treasure. They have been troubled by the source of the crazy points deducted but not accounted for. The seniors told them the painful history, but today's class has inspired the little wizards.

As long as you can come back round after being dead, with guns, shields, and field control, Quirrell's dungeon can score points. Isn't Gryffindor's Academy Cup this year still within reach?
It's a Gryffindor student's innate ability to act like a pig and do things suddenly. The little wizards who are eager to try have already begun to look forward to the next Defense Against the Dark Arts. On the way to the lounge, the little wizards have already spoken to you. I discussed several sets of serial routines to torture Quirrell.

"That's not good, Ron, that's the professor."

Hermione, who had been listening to these weird methods, tugged Ron a little uneasy.

"What are you afraid of? Don't we still have you? Didn't you see everyone's eyes when you talked about the resurrected corpse just now? It feels good, right?"

Ron turned his head to look at Hermione, and the shy little witch bit her lips lightly. She recollected the feeling of slamming Fang Qiu and pointing Jiangshan just now, and all the uneasiness in her heart was swept away.

"Ok!"

Hermione smiled brightly, and a gleam of light flashed across the eye-catching front teeth.

"Hermione."

"Ok?"

Ron quietly pulled her over, and then whispered in her ear: "You can go to the school infirmary when you have time, Madam Pomfrey may surprise you."

"Really?" Hermione looked at Ron's face suspiciously, and then seemed to think of something, she pursed her lips, and raised her smooth and white chin: "Huh~"

She stomped Ron's foot angrily, turned around and left.

"Hey, hey, don't mind, you don't have to go, it's all good!" Ron hurriedly chased after him, "Oh, don't hit me, you'll be stupid if you hit the head."

(End of this chapter)