Everyone Hates Dementors at Hogwarts

Wanmi didn't dream of anything else that night. Wanmi didn't know what her starting point was yet, but she was rarely interested in things other than food.

When Wan Mi was awakened by the knock on the door again, Yao Yao rushed to speak before she exploded.

'Host, host, it was Little Golden Retriever who asked you to go to class. You asked me to stop you yesterday! '

Seeing the host stopped one meter away from the door, Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the first time that the host has given him a task. He must perform well and work hard to build a good relationship with the host.What if one day the host and I are so in love that we can’t even think about doing the task?

Looking at the list of tasks that he had suppressed, such as 'hug xxx once', 'obtain xxx's bracelet', and 'be fed medicine by xxx' himself', Yaoyao felt that there was still a long way to go.

Wan Mi gave herself a minute to regain consciousness and calmly packed her schoolbag - today she chose to bring the "Cubs' Literacy Encyclopedia". Arithmetic was too difficult, so she planned to learn the basics first.

Every time Draco knocked on the door, he quickly took two steps back and waited for a while, fearing that Wanmi would drag him in again. He was still young, and if something like this happened twice yesterday, he was afraid that he would die prematurely.

Fortunately, Wanmi was extra gentle this morning. Maybe it was because she was not used to it yesterday that Wanmi was so fierce? ?

Wanmi followed Draco sleepily to a classroom on the second floor. Compared with the classrooms she had been to before, this one had an extra second floor.

For some unknown reason, almost all the students gathered in the back rows, which resulted in a direct bye in the first row.

Draco sighed and resignedly led Wanmi and two followers to the front row. In order to wait for Wanmi to pack up this morning, they were obviously behind other students in time.

Harry was lying in the last row bored and listening to Ron talking endlessly about the stories he knew about his fathers. When he saw Wanmi, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ron, I'm sorry, let's talk after class!"

He excitedly picked up his untouched schoolbag and ran to the first row.

"Wanmi, can I sit here?"

In fact, Harry wanted to sit next to Wanmi rather than across the aisle. He looked at Draco next to Wanmi with envy.

Draco, who had to take Wanmi to class every day due to Wanmi's power: ...If you weren't a Gryffindor, I would satisfy you, believe me.

"Harry, you're crazy! Have you forgotten whose class this is?"

Ron looked at Harry sitting in the first row in disbelief. Just when he was hesitating whether to go up to accompany Harry, a clicking sound came from the second floor.

Well, Ron got cowardly and nailed his little butt directly to the seat in the last row.

A turbid and pungent stench floated into Wanmi's nose, and she raised her head in disgust.

"Morning, good morning, classmates."

Quilinus Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, exudes an unbearable smell of garlic.

He carefully walked down the stairs, looking like he was sincerely happy because there were students in the first row, "Thank you, thank you, oh! You, you, are you Wanmi, Wanmi Demont? I'm... I'm glad you can Come, take my class!"

Quirrell didn't expect Wanmi to come to class. It was said that she had attended two or three classes last week.

"You stink."

Several sobs instantly sounded in the classroom. Sure enough, this Slytherin never had the bravest moments, only the braver moments!

Of course they hate the smell, but is it really okay for you to just say it outright? !

Quirrell stumbled and explained: "Ah, I have been... attacked by vampires and old witches before... I'm sorry, but this smell can make me feel a little, a little more at ease."

"Professor Quirrell actually explained it!"

"Oh, Demont went too far. Didn't she see the professor's embarrassed face?"

It has to be said that most girls are kind-hearted in nature. Although they are also tortured by the pungent smell of garlic every time they take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they still don't mind when they see Quirrell being irritated by Wanmi's questions. Hold back your overflowing compassion.

"No, it doesn't matter... classmates, please be quiet, let's start today's class."

Quirrell stopped the students from talking, opened the book and began to read from the book.

Yaoyao looked at Wanmi's indifference to the dissatisfied glances around her, silently glanced at the 30 points of charm that had just arrived, and decided not to disturb Wanmi at this time.

In fact, Wan Mi really didn't pay attention to the students around her. In her opinion, this kind of gaze is normal. It's strange. She must have the consciousness of being dazzling and different from ordinary people!

She was now focused on that strange professor with a headscarf on his head. He obviously acted so timid and cowardly, but why was the emotional feedback Wan Mi received so triumphant?

Especially when Quirrell's eyes fell on Harry, there was always a vague malice emerging from him. Wanmi suspected that this malice was just a trace of Quirrell's unconcealed leak.

There is something even stranger about Quirrell...

Ration is very concerned about this Harry Potter, do you want to remind him?

"Okay... classmates, see you next time... ah!!"

As the bell rang, Quirrell closed his book and turned around to face Wanmi's dark eyes, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

He was really scared this time. Did this student walk without making any sound?

"Demont, what's wrong with you?"

Quirrell was so frightened that he didn't notice that he had forgotten to pretend to stutter, nor did he notice the strange look in Draco's eyes after he finished saying this.

"What's your smell?"

...What's going on with this stinky girl!

"I'm used to using the smell of garlic to protect myself..."

"Really?"

Wanmi was a little dizzy because of the smell. What she cared about was not the garlic smell on Quirrell's clothes. What disgusted her was the stench emanating from her body.

"Of course... of course, I still have to prepare for three years of third-year courses. If you have something to do and have time, you can come to my office..."

Quirrell looked at Wan Mi's dark eyes and felt unsure. He had also heard about this strange student. He had been living with dementors since he was a child and didn't know if he would have any unique abilities.

Wanmi looked away from Quirrell who hurried up the stairs. For a moment, except for the four Slytherins, Harry was the only one who was still there and had not left the classroom.

He inexplicably wanted to get close to Wanmi. It would be perfect if he could learn about Sirius's recent affairs from Wanmi's mouth.

Wanmi acquiesced in following Harry, and Draco couldn't say anything. Wanmi didn't stop until they were far away from the classroom.

"This Quirrell is strange."

She turned to Harry behind her and said.

"Huh? Yes, such a timid professor is rare."

Harry subconsciously touched his forehead.

"He wants to kill you."

Harry was startled, "How is that possible? I didn't even know Professor Quirrell before I came to Hogwarts."

Wan Mi didn't know how to describe it. She didn't have much experience explaining something to others. She held it in for a long time before she finally said, "Believe it or not, Sirius will believe it anyway."

Harry thought Wan Mi was angry and quickly caught up with Wan Mi, "I don't believe you, really. I'm just weird. Wan Mi, I really believe you..."

Draco stared at Wanmi's back and thought, did she find something?

"Draco, aren't we going to eat?"

Crabbe didn't understand why Draco didn't leave. He was already very hungry after a big lesson, and there was a flying lesson in the afternoon!

Goyle touched his hungry belly and waited for Draco to speak with the same sad face.

"Let's go."

Draco firmly believes that Wanmi must have a secret!He will figure it out!