A little badger from Hogwarts

With reference books, notes taken in class, and Hart's own previous research, he finally entered the door of ancient magic text research.

However, while studying ancient magic texts, he did not miss other courses.

Hart has already mastered the third-year Charms and Transfiguration courses through self-study. Coupled with the professor's explanations, he successfully passed the first class of the semester in both subjects, and also collected the lessons. It’s time for praise.

The herbal medicine class is a class taught by the dean of his family. As usual, he has to cultivate some special plants. Hart can't be said to be particularly outstanding, but he is average.

Potions class was still the same, with Snape staring at him with a paralyzed expression, trying to find out what was wrong with Hart.

Hart knew this guy's character well, so he didn't give him a chance at all and strictly followed his instructions every step of the way. But even so, Snape still found a reason to deduct his college points.

However, Hufflepuff doesn’t really care about things like the Academy Cup, where there are no rewards for winning and no penalties for losing, so just let the old bat do whatever you want!

There is also another elective course on the protection of magical animals. The old professor Kettleburn introduces the Sniff, a money-hungry and cute magical animal.

Finally, the time came to the Friday of the first week of school. Hufflepuff only had one big class called Defense Against the Dark Arts. After taking this class, they could enjoy their vacation.

But there is bad news, that is, he will be in class with Slytherin.

"Who arranged these classes? Why do we always put us and Slytherin together?"

The current relationship between Hufflepuff and Slytherin can be said to be incompatible with each other.

The higher the grade, the more like this. If the people on both sides exercise more restraint, they can barely attend the entire class, but the question is, can those Slytherins shut their mouths obediently?

Hart sighed and walked into the classroom. Quirrell hadn't come yet. The little badgers and snakes were sitting on both sides of the classroom, leaving a clear boundary in the middle.

Hart walked towards the back, but the little wizard in front reached out to hold him back.

"Hart, we've reserved a spot for you in front."

"Not in front today?" Hart waved his hand: "Didn't you hear? Professor Quirrell's teaching method is a bit too scripted."

Reading from the book is actually a very polite way of speaking. Quirrell's teaching can be described as a disaster. Not only does it only repeat the content in the book, but it also fails to arouse the students' emotions.

There was not a single student who attended class in the first four days who did not complain about him.

Hart didn't know what Quilot was trying to do. If this person was trying to hide himself, wouldn't it be easier to attract attention by pretending to be stupid like this?

After thinking about it, Hart could only attribute this to the fact that Voldemort allowed Quirrell to act freely, and the result was that he was really too lazy.

Of course, this is just a conjecture. Hart did not know the original Quirrell. The Quirrell in the original book was just a tool man. There is no way to guess whether the other person is really stupid or fake.

However, considering that this guy has become Voldemort's servant, Hart still really hopes that he is a real fool, so that there will be one less enemy to deal with.

"I'm going to the back first."

Hart sat at the back, took out a book about ancient magic texts, and started reading.

Quirrell, who was wrapped in a turban and wrapped in a turban, left the classroom soon after.

Seeing the little wizards in the classroom staring at him, he took out a handkerchief from his robe and wiped the sweat from his forehead due to nervousness.

"Students, please turn the book to the third page, let's take a look..."

Although Quirrell's teaching level has long been spread throughout the school, they still held on to a little hope before seeing it.

Now that they have experienced it for themselves, the little wizards find that this class is really boring.

Why don't you just review what's in the book? It’s okay for me to fuck you!

The little wizard felt very disappointed. Out of boredom, he just chatted, laughed, played games, and did everything he could without paying any attention to Quirrell on the podium.

Even so, Quirrell seemed to do anything to stop him, and just continued to repeat the contents of the textbook.

At this point, the whole classroom became quiet. Hart looked at Quirrell on the stage, and his only thought was, is this guy crazy?

Are you really not afraid of attracting Dumbledore's attention by showing off like this?

Hart put down the book in his hand and looked at Quirrell, who seemed to be engaging in performance art on the stage. His smart brain seemed to have shut down, and he couldn't figure out the purpose of this guy's behavior at all.

When everyone's eyes were on Quirrell again, he finally stopped his rambling rereading.

Looking across the entire classroom, looking at these random little wizards, Quirrell frowned, with an undisguised look of disgust in his eyes.

"It seems that everyone doesn't like the knowledge in textbooks!" Quirrell put down the textbook in his hand and raised a smile on his lips.

The little wizards thought to themselves, you are so hands-off when it comes to lecturing, and we don’t like any knowledge.

Of course, everyone kept these words in their hearts and did not say it out loud.

No matter how you say it, Quirrell is a professor, and irritating him will only do you harm but no good.

Hart keenly felt that the professor in front of him was slightly different from before.

Before, Quirrell was always in a hurry, with a sense of bewilderment in his actions, but now he has become confident and arrogant, looking at the students with eyes full of contempt.

Could it be that Voldemort was so angry that the young wizards ignored the rules of the classroom that he jumped down?

The more Hart thought about it, the more he felt it was possible.

This Voldemort is so stupid that he can't bear to do such a small thing. No wonder he can only wander around this broken island in England for the rest of his life.

He was complaining in his heart, but Hart also knew that he had to find a way to block this guy's anger, otherwise Voldemort would cast any curse at will, and the little wizards in the room might suffer some kind of disaster.

But before he could take action, "Quirrell" took out his wand and said sternly: "We've seen enough boring knowledge in books, let's have some more practical experience!"

"Does anyone know what the three unforgivable curses are?"

The Hufflepuff little badgers were confused. Hogwarts does not teach dark magic, and the Unforgivable Curse, which would have an irreversible impact on the wizard's soul, was even more taboo. The little badgers born from ordinary people naturally couldn't. May know.

But the Slytherin man raised his hand proudly, as if to show off something.

Hart looked at this scene with a strong sense of déjà vu, and in his heart ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past.

You Death Eaters are really of the same blood, the person in charge teaches exactly the same thing as his subordinates.

Quirrell did not choose any Slytherin, but turned his attention to Hart: "Mr. Woolley, I often hear professors say that you are a very smart little wizard. Let you answer this question."

Gee!

Did you meet him so quickly?

This Voldemort's patience isn't very good either, Hart thought to himself.