Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Professor Quirrell has changed so much. When he was the Muggle Studies professor, he was always cautious, but yesterday at the teacher's desk, he looked very calm."

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor of the castle, students were discussing their teacher.

"Of course it has changed a lot. I heard that he stayed in the Black Forest for a long time."

"For at least a year, oh my God, I wouldn't dare go there, it would be too dangerous."

"Robert, you took part in the teaching assistant interview. How was it? Was it successful?"

"Carlo, I don't know." Robert replied, "The results haven't been announced yet, and Ellie went too."

"I definitely can't do it. The professor was not satisfied with my defensive spells, so he told me at that time." The sixth-year female prefect sighed.

"The chances of seventh-grade students aren't great. The professor said he wants a junior assistant so that he doesn't have to choose next year," said the seventh-grade prefect.

Robert nodded, feeling a little excited, but he didn't show it.

"What do you think the professor will teach us?" Carlo picked up the textbook in his hand, "Is it all the content in the book?"

"Probably not. Isn't there a Maple Leaf training ground in the Forbidden Forest?"

This topic excited everyone, and they started chattering about what was in that training ground.

But before they could come to the conclusion of their discussion, Quirrell had already appeared at the door.

"Has Ravenclaw become so lively?"

Voldemort walked into the professor and said with a bad expression, "I thought this was Gryffindor's classroom."

A suffocating sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire classroom. This was the pressure from Voldemort's remnant soul, and the young eagles were unable to resist.

Addicted to books and thirsting for knowledge, he easily interrupted the skill [Lin Zuo's Moment]. Now, he is no longer controlled by Lin Zuo's main consciousness.

"Let me comment on your Ordinary Wizard Level Examination results."

Voldemort picked up a bunch of information, flipped through it quickly and said. “Last year’s exam question was ‘Five Characteristics of Werewolves’, and the year before that was ‘How to identify vampire factions through the cochlea’.”

"There are Ravenclaws who can't answer such a question. Fortunately, they can't take my class, otherwise I would hang them upside down. It's a shame for these Ravenclaws."

If you want to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts course in sixth or seventh grade, you need to get a good or above grade in the fifth grade ordinary wizard level exam. This is one of the reasons why there are not many people in the class.

"Let's look at your practices, the evil curse breaking spell, the defensive spell, the Boggart expulsion spell... Is the ordinary wizard level exam so casual now?"

Faced with Voldemort's question, everyone was speechless. They were not the ones who asked the question. Can you blame them?

"None of the bonus points for the Patronus Charm can be fully released. What have you been doing all these years?"

Smashing the thick information on the table, Voldemort glanced at the more than 20 students with a stern look, without giving them any good looks.

"If you were fourth year students, I would be happy with your achievements, but you are already sixth or seventh year. Damn it, you have disgraced Ravenclaw."

Faced with such a question, no student dared to refute. It was not just the pressure of Voldemort's remnant soul that was causing trouble, but a large part of the reason came from the identity of Quilinus Quirrell.

A magna cum laude graduate from Ravenclaw, he was hired by the school as a professor of Muggle Studies shortly after graduation. He went out to work for a while and came back to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

With such a resume, he is naturally qualified to reprimand the junior students of Ravenclaw.

"Open the first chapter of the textbook and take notes carefully."

Voldemort said, picking up his textbook - [Encounter with the Faceless Monster].

[Encounter with the Faceless Monster] is the top textbook for Defense Against the Dark Arts. If you read this book thoroughly, you will have no problem coping with the content of the written test of the Ultimate Wizard Level Examination.

"Zhizhizhi..."

The chalk made an unpleasant sound on the blackboard. Voldemort looked at the marked books and wrote what he had already thought about on the blackboard:

The difference between a female ghost and a ghost...

The reason for the zombie-like appearance of the female ghost...

The dangers of the female ghost’s fatal scream and how to resist it…

The large blackboard composed of four sliding blackboards was quickly filled with dense content. The whole process took about twenty minutes.

During this period, no one spoke in the empty classroom, and all the students were taking notes "shuashuashua", but when Voldemort finished writing everything, no one could finish it at the same time.

"Here's what this lesson is about. They're all on the board, and I'm asking you to write a paper about it. It's ten inches long. It's going to be an analysis of the expulsion in Gilderoy Lockhart's book Break with the Goblin. What principles were applied in the process of Bandoning the female ghost?"

After hearing Voldemort's words, the students' faces showed expressions of pain - they actually had to read a book before they could write a thesis?

"You don't need to read it all. Most of the content in that book is not credible. Only the strategies and methods for dealing with female ghosts seem pretty good."

Voldemort's words finally made the pain on their faces lessen, but the words that followed pushed them into the abyss again.

"In addition, you have to come up with countermeasures based on the battle process in the book. Listen, I don't need you to tell me what spell to use, but your countermeasures."

There were lamentations, but Voldemort didn't care. These were sixth and seventh grade students, and there was no need to cultivate them slowly. They were already approaching graduation and were mature fruits.

"Separation of left and right."

Voldemort waved his wand, and under the rough magic, tables and chairs flew left and right, leaving a good space in the center of the classroom.

"The knowledge points are on the blackboard, and the details are in the book. If you don't understand anything, study it yourself. If you really don't understand, just go to the office and ask me."

Under the puzzled gaze of the students, Voldemort said, "Next, practice the Patronus Charm. I don't want to waste time in a long explanation."

His words made the students look at each other in shock...

If the co-authored professor writes down the knowledge points on the blackboard, then the lecture is over?

Not to mention the specific content, which requires self-study. During class time, do we also need to practice the advanced Patronus Charm?

Professor, are you a human being?

"Why are you still standing there? Do you want me to invite you?"

Voldemort roared, finally waking up the students.

No one dared to argue, everyone stood up and began to try the Patronus Charm.

For them, who are six or seven years old, the Patronus Charm is no stranger to them.

As early as the fifth grade Charms class, Professor Flitwick had explained in detail the gestures, spells and emotions that need to be aroused in magic.

But... this is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, not a Charms class.

"Let you find the source of happiness, not make you giggle..."

"The dementors won't wait for you to use your magic. Act quickly and decisively."

"Recite the spell clearly. Vague spells are useless. Do you want me to remind you of this?"

Brutal reminders sounded from time to time, making the Ravenclaw students tremble.

Before the class, they made countless guesses about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but they just didn't expect...

Senior, are you going to be Snape II?

Oh my God, did you really graduate from the wise Ravenclaw?