Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

Back at Hogwarts, the two stayed in Flitwick's office for a while until late at night before Alexis said goodbye and left.

Early the next morning,

When Hermione walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom after breakfast, she immediately saw Alexis sitting in the last row, writing and drawing something on a book.

"Mr. Alexis?"

Hermione was a little surprised and ran over to say hello.

Alexis put down her book and said hello with a smile.

"Good morning, Miss Granger."

"Good morning, Mr. Alexis." Hermione asked doubtfully, "Why are you here too? Could it be..."

Alexis knew what she was thinking. He came to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express with a few little guys. They all knew Alexis' strength.

In the eyes of these little guys, Alexis's strength is obviously higher than that of their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrell.

After all, Alexis has achievements that can be seen with the naked eye, but Professor Quirrell is confused all day long, and he seems to have lost his soul. He does not look like a powerful wizard at first glance.

Seeing Alexis appearing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Hermione thought the teacher had changed for this course.

"I'm here to listen to other teachers' classes and learn from them."

Alexis explained.

Visibly, Hermione's expression was a little disappointed, but she quickly regained her composure and saw her classmates walking in one after another. After saying hello to Alexis, she quickly ran to the front row and found a place to sit down.

When Harry and Ron arrived at the classroom, the classroom was almost full, and other students were chattering about something.

The current Professor Quirrell has a weak character and is distracted all day long. He has no energy to manage the energetic little wizards, which makes the little wizards become unscrupulous in class.

Harry and Ron hurriedly found a seat to sit down and continued to talk quietly together. They did not notice that a "new classmate" had arrived in today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Alexis' eyes stayed on Harry for a few seconds, then moved away silently.

Harry didn't seem to be in good spirits. He seemed to be suffering from lack of sleep and was yawning constantly.

This reminded Alexis of the time when they were studying, sneaking out at night wearing James' cloak and wandering around the Hogwarts building at midnight. Several people sat on the windows of the tower, blowing in the wind. Drinking beer...

Alexis shook his head slightly, bringing himself back from memories to reality, and shifted his gaze to a little fat man.

The little fat boy had the Gryffindor emblem embroidered on his chest and had baby fat on his face - it was rare for an 11-year-old to still have baby fat.

The little boy seemed out of place with the lively discussions among the young wizards around him. He huddled in the corner alone, with his head lowered and silent.

Alexis felt that the little guy's profile looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Before Alexis could think clearly, a familiar smell drifted into his nostrils, making him frown.

There was a brief silence in the classroom, and then louder whispers erupted like in a vegetable market.

"It stinks!"

"He absolutely stinks"

"Merlin, please, did he fall into the toilet?"

"Maybe he's sleeping in the toilet!"

……

Complaints resounded in the classroom.

Quirrell walked into the classroom wearing his ridiculous scarf.

Professor Quirrell was unaware of the noise in the classroom. He spread out the lesson plan under his arm on the desk and tapped the desk lightly - this did not do anything to maintain order in the classroom. Effect - and then start the lecture with a stammering tone.

The sound below was still buzzing like a hundred thousand flies. Alexis was sitting in the back row and could barely hear Professor Quirrell's voice.This forced him to brace himself, put his hands behind his ears, and listen carefully.

This is nothing like what he planned! ! !

Alexis remembered that Voldemort had unsuccessfully applied for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts many times. Now that he was possessing Professor Quirrell, it could be regarded as a dream come true in disguise. Is this the result?

Is this how he teaches the class?

Alexis thought to herself that Dumbledore still had a good sense. Fortunately, he didn't agree to Voldemort's request. Wouldn't this be harmful to people?

He listened carefully for a while and roughly understood the content of Quirrell's class.

He talks about self-defense against magical creatures, and this class is about facing vampires.Maybe it was because the previous lesson was not finished, and this lesson was only the second half, which made Alexis feel a little weird.

The first stop he started on his global journey was Europe. In a few years, he traveled to almost all cities and mountains in Europe, and came into contact with more vampires than most wizards would see in a lifetime.

He felt that Professor Quirrell was wrong.

For example, Quirrell said that vampires are afraid of the sun because of the power of the Bible.

Alexis conducted experiments and found that vampires are not afraid of the sun. The Bible does not give the sun the duty to kill vampires. The reason why they are burned by the sun is because of the ultraviolet rays in the sun.

Without sunlight, creating an ultraviolet radiation device can still achieve the same killing effect of sunlight.

But what Quirrell said about garlic is right. Vampires are not afraid of garlic. Like the little wizards under the podium, they just think the smell of garlic is too unpleasant.

After listening for a while, Quirrell began to talk about the lethality of silverware against vampires.

Alexis was drowsy.

He got up early, intending to guide Quirrell to pat Harry on the shoulder during a well-organized Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, but the actual situation had nothing to do with his plan.

Yawning again, just when Alexis thought the plan had failed, Quirrell's question suddenly came from the podium.

"Hahaha - Mr. Lee!"

"P-please please come-back-to answer the questions-to ask the questions."

Alexis felt a little more energetic, and almost didn't get scared to death by Quirrell's stuttering.

He thought to himself, no matter what the question was, no matter how Harry answered, as long as Harry spoke, he would heckle him and said to Quirrell, "What Harry said is really good. Shouldn't you pat him on the shoulder and encourage him?"

Plan accomplished!

Harry stood up in confusion, his eyes full of fatigue and confusion, but he didn't speak.

I don’t know what he did last night.

Alexis was about to die.

No matter what the problem is, Harry, just talk!

However, there was no telepathy between him and Harry. Harry had no idea that his "uncle" was sitting in the corner of the classroom, and that his "uncle" was almost driven to death by him.

Harry looked around blankly, and finally looked at Hermione in front of him.

Hermione was turning back and mouthing to Harry quietly.