Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

The timid Professor Quirrell swept away his previous weakness, and became more confident.

Waving his wand, he cast a cutting spell on Grindylow, cutting off his long nails.

The dimly lit space, the fishy smell of garlic and Grindylow filled the classroom, making people sick.

Charlotte's face became ugly, staring at Quirrell with a sudden change in style. With this style of painting, the current Quirrell is obviously not the one before. Is this the Dark Lord possessed?No, no!

Looking at the nails that fell on the ground, the rather benevolent way of cutting the nails, and seeing the cutting spell cast by Professor Quirrell, this is completely different from the scene in which Grindylow's head was cut off in his mind.

Stretching out his hand to hold down Jessica, who was still wanting to die, the students were all stunned by Professor Quirrell's hand.

"Teaching you to deal with Grindylow is too challenging. Today we will teach something else. Does anyone know the three unforgivable curses?"

Professor Quirrell was full of spirits, he waved his robe and stretched out his hands, speaking passionately.

"The Three Unforgivable Curses are Cruciatus, Imperius Curse, and Avada Kedavra."

Because she jumped too much before, the Dark Lord remembered her name, and Charlotte, who was selected, stood up to answer, but Professor Quirrell didn't let her sit down.

"Then why are they Unforgivable Curses?"

"Because their power is too evil, dangerous, and easily out of control, Professor Quirrell."

Professor Quirrell seemed to have heard something ridiculous, and kept pointing with his wand, really afraid that he would suddenly lose his mind and attack the students.

Charlotte frowned tightly, and things were going wrong. Who would have thought that the Dark Lord would dare to appear so openly while still at Hogwarts, wouldn't Dumbledore be afraid?

"No, it's not right at all. Power has never been divided into good and evil. A wizard who has power and a wizard who is controlled by power is unqualified and an extremely failure."

After refuting, he held up his wand and pointed it at Grindylow, who grinned at Quirrell, not knowing his next fate.

"Look carefully, this is Cruciatus."

A green arc of light came out of the wand and hit Grindylow. Grindylow's screams resounded throughout the classroom. A large amount of water overflowed during the violent struggle, and the green light reflected on the little wizard's pale face.

Professor Quirrell's face was filled with weird excitement. Fortunately, he finally stopped and let the dying Grindylow go.

Jessica opened her mouth wide, but she hadn't recovered from the shocking scene, and the behavior of other students was almost the same.

Playing big, Charlotte's mouth moved slightly, and silently spit out these words.

"Professor Quirrell, we are only in the second grade. Is it too early to teach these things now? Besides, I don't think the school will allow us to learn these things."

Charlotte made a frightened expression, and promised to stop it, trying to dispel the Dark Lord's idea of ​​showing the remaining two spells.

"No, for you, learning such content is considered a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. If you don't understand how to fight back against black magic? The enemy will not be kind enough to only use petrification spells and other spells to deal with you."

The Dark Lord, who is possessed by Professor Quirrell, enjoys the feeling of being a teacher. This is a class he has been thinking about. After returning to Hogwarts after many years, he did not expect to have this experience.

"I have always had a question, Professor Quirrell, can you answer it for us?"

Charlotte began to distract the Dark Lord's attention.

"I'd be happy to answer you, Miss Charlotte."

"It is said..., I also heard that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was once cursed by someone who couldn't name it, and the teachers of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the past were unable to hold their posts safely for a year. Is this true?"

The topic fascinated Quirrell, and he put down his wand and began to walk back and forth.

"Yeah, this is a very powerful curse, even the old...Principal Dumbledore can't lift it. Many people are mostly professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts and avoid it, for fear that they will die unexpectedly."

Professor Quirrell talked eloquently about this.

"I really don't understand why Principal Dumbledore rejected such a talented person as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Maybe he's too scary"

Jessica didn't realize the danger at all, and was joking with a smile. Charlotte covered Jessica's mouth expressionlessly, signaling her to shut up.

"Principal Dumbledore will not let such a scourge come to Hogwarts as a professor!"

A boy from Hufflepuff said angrily, and he didn't know what happened to his nerves. Charlotte was in a big trough, brother, you are really brave, and quickly asked the next question.

"Professor Quirrell! Are you also cursed?"

Hearing this, other students also looked at Professor Quirrell, trying hard to see the difference in Professor Quirrell.

"Is it because of this, Professor, that you wear a headscarf every day and use garlic to protect yourself! Really? Can garlic prevent curses!"

The more Charlotte said, the more outrageous it became. Garlic has no effect on vampires, and only innocent (deceitful) little wizards will believe it.

As soon as these words came out, the group of young wizards exploded, and chattering questions followed.

"Professor, what kind of curse is it? Does it attract vampires, that's why you keep using garlic!"

"That's pretty awesome...uh, I mean unfortunate!"

"Cool, professor, can you show us the curse?"

Whoever raises such a question recklessly will be pulled down and beaten violently.

Chaotic classrooms, energetic students, even the Dark Lord would have a headache for this.

After yelling to be quiet, but the students didn't listen, the Dark Lord directly locked his tongue and throat, sealed the most noisy little snakes and little badgers, and regained control of the classroom.

I don't know if he was lucky at this moment, but it was a good thing that Dumbledore rejected him as a professor.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the students were full of reluctance, and left the classroom with Professor Quirrell's expression of despair.

The Dark Lord, who may have run out of energy, returned his body to Quirrell halfway through class and let him take care of the mess.

This made Charlotte feel lucky.

So in the last half of the class, Charlotte was basically talking about the miserable Grindylow alone, and thoughtfully took a stool for Professor Quirrell to sit down, humbly expressed that there was something wrong, and asked the professor to point it out.

At the end of the class, he also kindly helped Professor Quirrell take Grindylow away, saying that they would take care of it and run away.

I found a remote place, released Grindylow, and quickly left the lake as soon as he entered the water. It seems that Grindylow will never want to go out in this life, Charlotte said with lingering fear.

"Don't do this kind of thing a second time."

Do it again, but the Dark Lord, who can't resist being a good teacher, comes out to be a demon.

"emmmm, okay."

Looking at Jessica with an unsatisfactory face, Charlotte finally held back and told her that they had just completed the feat of teasing the Dark Lord.

"What do we do next!"

"train."

"what?"

He grabbed the dazed Jessica and dragged her away.

"Let's go, we still have to call Weasley and the others, as well as Zhang Qiu."

Seeing the appearance of the Dark Lord, this sudden change in the plot made Charlotte feel the crisis. The plot is her biggest golden finger. How can you change it just by saying it? !

After finding the Weasley twins who were throwing shit in the corridor, the two hid in the corner and laughed mercilessly at the furious Filch.

Charlotte Jessica dragged them away one by one, then went to the Ravenclaw lounge, called a student to go in and sent a message, and finally found Zhang Qiu.

The five-member team assembled.

When they came to the abandoned classroom where they trained with Jessica last time, Charlotte stood in front of the four of them.

Take out four dummies, which are specially handed in props from the Room of Requirement for training.

"Okay, this is the first time we have gathered all this semester, let me see how the disarming spell you taught you last semester is going well."

"Yes, Professor Charlotte." George.

"Let me go first," Fred said.

Fred raised his wand and pretended to bow to everyone.

"Except your weapons."

The red light knocked down the wooden stick in the dummy's hand, and the four applauded applaudingly. George was the most exaggerated, shouting, this is my brother!

After the demonstration, Charlotte activates the dummy.

"Next you have to report to the group, and the dummies will surround you and attack. If you can't distribute them reasonably and successfully disarm, believe me, it will definitely not feel good if you hit the stick. Let's start!"

It is Charlotte's usual method to fight alone and in groups. After all, one person's strength is limited. We must unite and exert greater strength.

The actions of the dummy are all fixed, a very simple prop, combined with a little alchemy, the four of them face the dummy in a circle back to back.

"Except your weapons!"

Zhang Qiu attacked first, but only hit the joint of the dummy's arm, the wooden stick fell in response, and was interrupted by Jessica's disarming spell.

"Nice job."

George praised, the twins hit the same dummy with two disarming spells, and Fred caught the flying stick and showed Charlotte.

Before he was proud for too long, he was cornered by the remaining two dummies.

The tacit understanding between the four gradually emerged through the cooperation last semester.

Charlotte nodded in satisfaction. She has a clear division of labor and knows how to support. Compared with last semester, she has made great progress.

Needless to say, the talents of the Weasley twins can be seen from the fact that they didn't put their minds on their studies and their grades were several o's.

Needless to say, Zhang Qiu, except for a few weird ones who can enter Ravenclaw, are all very smart. Under her training, Jessica is also at the level of a third or fourth grader.

"Perfectly completed the task, Professor Charlotte."

Fred and George put their arms around one of the dummies, their expressions beaming with pride.

"Return as usual."

Restore the dummy destroyed by several people and start the next spell.

"The next spell I'm going to teach you is: Freezing, like this."

Charlotte froze the dummy in front of her. Jessica touched it with her hands, and a gust of cold entered her body, making her shiver.

"This is a spell that makes people or things stand still. Pay attention to the gestures and the key points of the spell. What are you waiting for? Spread out and start sparring."