There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 56
Malfoy stood up gracefully.

As a platinum noble, one of the 28 holy bloods, the hair of the Malfoy family is very recognizable.

It was a strange gray-white-and-gold color, and just seeing their signature hair color and their foreheads, wizards knew, oh, it was a Malfoy.

Rich, fart, domineering, arrogant.

Drag brother!

"Professor, can I help you?" Malfoy asked.

Gryffindor has a feud with Slytherin.

Even if they hadn't experienced the contradictions of the Hogwarts Express, the Audio-Technica was unhappy with all the Slytherins.

Especially Malfoy, who likes to show off, is even more upset.

"I heard from my father that the Malfoy family is full of bad things." Ron whispered to the two friends: "His father, Lucius, used to be a Death Eater and mixed with Voldemort."

"Dad was a Death Eater, what good would a son be?"

Harry's eyes lit up: "What a bad thing, it's obviously a good thing!"

"If they are still messing with Voldemort, then we can get rid of Voldemort's minions first!"

Voldemort was hiding so deep that Harry didn't know where he was hiding.

Now a descendant of Death Eaters jumped out, Harry pushed his glasses back, the lightning-shaped scar on his brow quivering.

Very good, Malfoy, right?I will stare at you.

Harry rubbed his hands excitedly.

Quirrell was furious, I asked people to get up and talk, and there are still people talking gossip below you?

Am I being embarrassed?
How about you Harry Potter!
Do you think you are the savior of the world, and everyone has to hold it?

"Today is the first class of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Quirrell suppressed his anger and smiled: "I am also a professor for the first time, and I have many shortcomings. I hope you can take care of me."

"Malfoy, you come from a pure-blooded family with a long history of education. I hope to know everyone's magical attainments from you."

No way, the master won't let me target Harry.

Master's orders must be obeyed.

Malfoy raised his hands and parted his hair outward.

"Professor, then you think too much."

"I can't see the level of my classmates from me."

"Of course, don't blame them, blame me."

"Blame me for being too strong."

"They are far behind."

Not only Gryffindor, but Slytherin and Quirrell hate it.

"In this classroom, no one who is better than me is allowed!"

Voldemort doesn't count, he's not human.

His name is Remnant Soul.

Quirrell showed a smirk: "I'm very confident."

"Since we are Defense Against the Dark Arts, as the name suggests, we are teaching you how to defend against black arts."

"In this way, how about we take turns releasing black magic at each other and see how the other party defends?"

Of course, Defense Against the Dark Arts cannot just be theoretical.

The core of resisting black magic is always actual combat.

Only by defeating the wizard who casts black magic head-on and smashing them to pieces can you prove that you have mastered Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"No problem." Malfoy had no objection.

He has a good father. In the past ten years, Mark has been running around again and again, and the evil black wizards appear and disappear from time to time, causing panic in the magic world. Lucius has no choice but to provide preschool education for his son.

Anyway, I have to increase my resistance, don't be killed by some inexplicable people while walking on the road without recruiting or provoking anyone.

The Malfoy family is too old, with a profound heritage, and there is a half-step legendary Lucius in this world, and Master Draco's magic level is much better than the original book.

He has absolute confidence in black magic.

"Very good." Quirrell laughed.

Laughing halfway, Quirrell took out his wand and made a sudden attack.

"Soul out of the body!"

The Imperius Curse was cast, and Quirrell still had time to explain it to the little wizards.

"Dark wizards are insidious and cunning. They often do things without warning. They may have a happy conversation one second, and the next second they will kill you... Take your life."

Quirrell was already thinking about what to do with Malfoy, who was controlled by the Imperius Curse.

Should he lie on the ground, put him in an S shape for a while, and a B shape for a while, or stand upside down to reveal his underpants?

"Professor, you are right, but you may not be very clear that Occlumency is the absolute nemesis of the Imperius Curse." Malfoy was not controlled at all: "A few years ago, an evil dark wizard used the Imperius Curse to do it in the magic world. Doing many vicious things, stealing the treasures of ancient pure-blood families, and learning the hidden secrets of the Ministry of Magic."

"All pure-blood families and high-ranking employees of the Ministry of Magic are working hard to learn Occlumency and keep it open at all times in order to fight against evil dark wizards."

"The Imperius Curse and Legilimency are equivalent to nonexistent for us."

Quirrell ran around the world in the past few years, and this year he hooked up with Voldemort in the Albanian Forest and returned to Hogwarts.

Quirrell doesn't know much about the situation in England.

All I know is that there is a new headmaster, that he supports black magic, and that there is a death indicator.

"I don't even know how to do Occlumency..." The muscles at the corners of Quirrell's mouth twitched. Could it be that I can't keep up with the times?
"It's up to me next." Malfoy smiled reservedly.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Quirrell Pain Mask, if Occlumency is the nemesis of the Imperius Curse, then the solution to Cruciatus is to avoid it.

But the dignified professor, what does it look like to avoid the student's spell!
Cruciatus belongs to continuous torture. The pain at the beginning is acceptable, and the pain gets higher and deeper as it goes deep into the soul.

That is pain unacceptable to any creature.

"Students, the solution to Cruciatus is very simple." Quirrell gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

"Inflation spell!"

Quirrell chose to use the controls to interrupt Cruciatus.

For continuous and charge spells, the solution is not difficult, just give the wizard some control.

The premise is...

You have to control it to hit it.

Malfoy stepped back, and Quirrell's Inflatable Charm fell through.

At this time, it was already the third second, and the pain caused by Cruciatus made Quilo's face distorted, hideous and terrifying, his body trembling, and he wanted to lie on the ground.

Fortunately, he had been educated when he was with Voldemort, and his resistance to pain was beyond ordinary people.

Who is born to want to take refuge in Voldemort?
Quirrell is not shaking M, of course he is not born to be submissive to Voldemort.

At the beginning, Voldemort brought him unimaginable torture, so that he had to crawl at Voldemort's feet.

"Flying sand and stone!"

Quirrell's goal of flying sand and rocks is not Malfoy, but himself.

With a bang, Quirrell was kicked back, and the green beam represented by Cruciatus was snapped.

Quirrell barely stood up, his face gloomy.

I couldn't beat Lucius, and I was tortured like this by Lucius' son.

Great, boy, you managed to get my attention.

Are you ready to accept my wrath?
Quirrell raised his wand, pointed at Malfoy with cold eyes.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

I will double the pain you brought me back!

(End of this chapter)