Hogwarts: Who taught you to transform like this?

But it was already late, and he had classes the next day.

Merlin chose to sleep, planning to study again when he was free tomorrow.

After all, he was only an eleven-year-old boy in his current body, and he still needed a good rest.

He glanced at his roommate who was still working hard on his homework.

Merlin calmly closed the curtains and went to sleep, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness.

Knowing that his roommates still had homework to do, he went to sleep without disturbing them. He was really... Oh, no, he was a good roommate at Hogwarts!

Justin and Ernie, who felt like Muggles while looking at their Charms homework at the table, suddenly fell silent.

"Justin, do you feel like this assignment is getting harder?"

"I thought I was the only one feeling this way"

"Didn't they say Professor Flitwick's assignments were the easiest? Why didn't I feel that?"

"Snape's homework must have consumed too much of our energy!"

"Yes, that's right, it must be like this"

"But it doesn’t matter, we still have talent in potions, and we will definitely shock them then, hehehe!"

……

The next morning,

Merlin went to the cafeteria again and ordered a bowl of fried dough sticks and soy milk.

With the previous experience,

Tamer quickly prepared new food for Merlin and asked Merlin if he could also send a portion to Professor Dumbledore.

"He likes to eat this too?"

"No, the professor tried it last time after knowing that you guys were eating hotpot, Mr. Molin, and then he probably fell in love with it."

"So I asked him to give him a portion every time I prepare food for you."

"Of course, he asked me to ask for your opinion, sir. If you don't agree, forget it."

"It's okay. I also want to know what Professor Dumbledore thinks of these dishes. It would be even better if he could serve them in school."

Merlin drank the last sip of soy milk and nodded with a burp.

"By the way, you can suggest to Professor Dumbledore that the current breakfast mode is not very suitable. It may be better if it can be changed to a self-service mode."

"Self-help?"

Tamer was a little confused. He had never heard of this model.

"Yes, you prepare the food and put a basket of each on the table in the hall. People who need it can take their own plates. This will save a lot of trouble. You only need to replenish"

"As you wish, sir, Thamel will tell Professor Dumbledore."

Looking at Thamel snapping his fingers and slowly disappearing in front of him,

Merlin suddenly felt that he was a bit like Dumbledore.

Using such a simple elf to pass messages is really a bit of a shit.

But for the reward, it is worth it.

He just added a dumpling breakfast to Hogwarts and gained the talent of cooking proficiency.

If the entire breakfast pattern of Hogwarts can be changed, there should be a better reward, right?

At least a mid-level transformation.

I am excited just thinking about it.

But we have to wait for Dumbledore's consent, it's still early.

Take a look at the schedule.

In the morning, there is a Defense Against the Dark Arts course with Ravenclaw. Is it finally time to meet Quirrell? Merlin is a little bit looking forward to it.

Ever since he knew that Voldemort was looking for his information, Merlin wanted to see him. What does it look like.

By the way, let's see if the lightning-struck wooden dragon whisker wand can directly save him.

If it can, this first grade will have a very comfortable life.

The third floor.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Merlin smelled a strange smell as soon as he entered the door.

The room seemed to have a smell of onions and garlic from the sewer range, mixed with many kinds of complex potion scents.

And the classroom is obviously on the third floor, which is a relatively well-lit location in the castle. But

Quirrell pulled all the curtains abruptly, and the entire classroom was illuminated by only a few dim green lights.

Although each classroom at Hogwarts is decided by the teaching teacher himself, there are really not many that are darker than Snape's Potions classroom.

All the little wizards felt cold, as if they were hit by a dark magic.

"Merlin, do you feel anything is wrong?

Ernie and Justin asked quietly.

"It's OK, just a little dark, nothing unusual."

The two of them were relieved.

"Besides, it's normal for there to be some dark magic alchemy items in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom."

"If you come across something you shouldn't touch, remember to yell for help, Professor."

"hiss……"

The man shuddered, retracted his hand, and dared not be curious about the things around him.

Merlin looked at the furnishings in the room with great interest.

He recognized that those eyes that looked like wall lamps were the eyes of the five-star magical creature, the Green Venomous Scaled Snake.

Because it contains rich magic power and can continue to emit green light in its complete state, it is a material that many alchemy masters and alchemy masters like.

The eternal lamp made of it is also a valuable decoration.

The only problem is that the blood of the Green Venomous Scaled Snake is extremely toxic and must be dug out within two minutes after death, or dug out alive to ensure integrity.

It is extremely difficult to make, so the price is also extremely expensive.

I didn't expect that Quirrell actually had eight lamps.

His financial resources are a bit scary.

But it shouldn't be Quirrell's own things.

It is very likely that it was prepared by Voldemort himself.

After all, Merlin had seen other information before that the light from the Green Venomous Scaled Snake's eyeballs can restore soul damage, and it is a great tonic for restoring the soul after making Horcruxes.

Voldemort made seven Horcruxes, so it seems normal to have eight lamps.

But when Mo Lin looked at the light, he inexplicably thought of the middle-aged man who soaked wolfberries in a thermos cup before he traveled through time.

Thinking of this,

Voldemort seemed to be even more miserable than them.

He was the kind of person who had to apply oil all over his body to survive.

It would be better for him to die.

Mo Lin sighed.

""Squeak."

The sound of the door opening was heard in the office.

Quirrell came out holding a large lizard. He still had the same purple turban on his head, and there was a strong smell of garlic on his body.

Mo Lin even smelled some rotten... no, it should be said that it smelled like decay.

It was like the smell that only a dying person would emit.

""Professor!"

All the students from the two colleges stood up and greeted him.

Their eyes were full of expectation.

They knew from the seniors that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was one of the few courses that could learn to fight against magic.

But when Quirrell spoke, everyone's hope was shattered in an instant.

"Hello, kids, it’s nice to see you here!"

"I... am your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... Quirinus Quirrell!"

They had never imagined that Quirrell was a stutterer.

Could such a professor really teach Defense Against the Dark Arts well?

He was afraid that others would have used several spells before he finished his counterspell.

"Professor, are you really okay?

A girl from Ravenclaw raised her hand and asked

"No, it's okay."

"I went to the Dark Forest on vacation and encountered vampires and a witch's curse."

"So, it becomes like this now"

"As long as the curse is removed, there will be no problem."

Quirrell said, stroking the lizard in his hand and pointing to the purple turban.

"This is a gift from a prince in Feilu. It can relieve the curse and avoid vampires."

"Let's open your textbooks now."

Quirrell opened the textbook and started the class.