A certain Hogwarts wizard

Upon waking up, Cornette went to the auditorium with his roommates to have breakfast, and then went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the fourth floor.

Today's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class was with Slytherin. When Konite and others walked to the fourth floor, they saw Draco and his two followers walking down the corridor. He turned around and said something to the freshmen around him with a stern expression.

After Draco said a few words, he saw the figures of Cornit and others. Draco excitedly shook off the people around him and approached Cornit.

"Hey, Cornet, it's a pity that you didn't come to Slytherin. You have to know that Slytherin can help you go to glory!" Malfoy said with a stinking look on his face.

Cornette glanced at him and pushed away the head that was too close.He said speechlessly, "It's impossible for me to go to Slytherin, and Ravenclaw is very suitable for me. Also, class is about to start, so let's go to the classroom first."

As soon as they entered the classroom door, a strong smell of garlic hit their nostrils, and Malfoy, who was walking at the front, sneezed several times.

The windows of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom were tightly closed by Quirrell, and the smell inside was locked in the classroom. A strange smell made several people feel dizzy.

Cornit frowned, took out his wand and fired a "Tornado Clean" at the classroom, clearing the air in the classroom. The few people standing behind Cornit felt much better and poured into the classroom one after another. .

The students of Slytherin and Ravenclaw quickly found their seats and sat down. Draco wanted to sit next to Cornette, but the two houses were still clearly divided, so Draco could only sit in Clarence House. Next to Boo and Goyle.

Cornette and several roommates sat in the last row. The smell in front of the podium was still a bit strong, so the students all vacated the first three rows and moved back.

Professor Quirrell on the podium didn't seem to care. After he saw everyone sitting down, he began a stammering self-introduction: "I...I am...Quilina...Nas Quirrell, you... ...Professor of your dark...dark magic...defense class, now...now, everyone...take...out the textbook, turn to page...six, let's start...class."

The students in the classroom listened to Professor Quirrell's stuttering and boring reading from the textbook, and their senses of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class were instantly reduced to the lowest level. The Ravenclaw students did not listen to what Professor Quirrell was reading, but they themselves Open the book and start studying on your own.

The Slytherin students frowned and were impatient with Professor Quirrell's dry reading of the textbook. A bold Slytherin student raised his hand to interrupt Quirrell.

He asked bravely, "Professor, does the Defense Against Dark Arts class require us to read textbooks? So that when we encounter dark creatures in the future, we can take out the textbooks and read to them to protect ourselves?"

Professor Quirrell's eyes evaded, "This... this gentleman, what we need most now... is to master the theoretical knowledge, and then... there will be practical lessons later."

Konite lowered his head and smiled after hearing this, "Practice class?"Does it mean that monsters are released on Halloween so that students can form groups to kill monsters?

The brave Slytherin student asked again why the classroom smelled like garlic and why you wore a turban, Professor.

Professor Quirrell stammers about his encounter with a vampire, and the turban is a thank-you gift for helping an African prince escape a reanimated corpse.

The story Professor Quirrell told was not exciting. His eyes wandered and there was a blush on his pale face.

"Professor Quirrell, are you bragging?" Draco Malfoy suddenly asked for some unknown reason.

As soon as these words came out, Slytherin's little wizards all grinned. Crabbe and Goyle even laughed loudest. Professor Quirrell wiped the sweat from his forehead. He glared at Draco angrily.

But Draco Malfoy didn't look at Professor Quirrell. He turned around and looked at Cornett with excitement.

Cornette frowned, feeling as if Draco was going to dig a big hole for him.

"Everyone! Dear classmates! Maybe Professor Quirrell's stories are not brilliant, and we deeply doubt the authenticity of these stories, but! I dare say that if you have read the books and know about werewolves, you may not know that among us, Once upon a time, a classmate who was the same age as us once killed a werewolf with ease!" Draco Malfoy suddenly stood on the table and said loudly.

Professor Quirrell stood on the podium and looked at Malfoy with a grimace. He stammered and asked Malfoy to come down.

But how could Malfoy, who had been spoiled since childhood, listen to a professor he considered incompetent?

He stood at the table with his arms raised high, ready to tell a story.

Cornette, who was sitting at the back, couldn't hold back his expression when he heard Malfoy's first words. He gritted his teeth and glanced at Malfoy.

He took out his wand from his sleeve and pointed it at Draco who was about to speak.

"All petrochemical!"

Malfoy froze on the table for a moment, Cornette walked up to him and pulled Malfoy off the table.

Cornit's unusual behavior made everyone in Slytherin frown. Crabbe and Goyle, who were sitting next to Draco, watched Cornit shrink his neck and let Malfoy's eyes move. .

Cornett bowed apologetically to Professor Quirrell on the podium, and carried Malfoy back to the seat at the back.

The Ravenclaw students seemed to have noticed something about what Malfoy had said before contacting him, as well as Conite's sudden behavior, but Conite obviously didn't want to reveal the secret, so they didn't ask.

And Slytherin students are not stupid. Before entering the classroom, they saw Malfoy's closeness to Cornit, so most of the stories Malfoy was going to tell were related to Cornit. They looked at Cornit. His eyes suddenly became different.

Cornette is well aware of the opinions of everyone in the classroom, but as long as they don't really admit it, even if they say nonsense to the outside world, most people may not believe it.

Cornette looked at Draco with helplessness and annoyance. He couldn't figure out what was going on in Malfoy's mind.

Quirrell, who was on the podium, looked at the classroom that had become noisy and was not studying. His eyes were always looking at Cornit, and his timid expression provided him with the most perfect disguise.

Draco's mindless operation brought a lot of trouble to Cornit. Cornit gritted his teeth and wanted to beat up the bastard in front of him!

Draco stiffened, his eyes begging for mercy, although he didn't know what he had done wrong to make Cornette so angry. After all, what he was thinking in his heart was that if he killed a werewolf, he would definitely let Mal The name of Fu shocked the whole school!

That's why he questioned it just after listening to Professor Quirrell's lame story, and as Conite's best friend (Draco thought), he wanted to help Conite become famous.

The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended with a bang. After class, Cornette found a quiet place in the corridor and gave Draco, the bastard, a hard lesson.