Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 149 The Dark Wizard and the Liar Professor

Although Kang Na managed to conjure buttons, her buttons still had beetle legs, which looked like a stunted tortoise from a distance.

"puff……"

Kyle couldn't help laughing.

Kang Na grabbed her own half-transformed beetle and said angrily, "Why are you laughing, maybe you are not as good as me!"

Kyle didn't speak either, just waved his wand lightly.

The beetle on his desk instantly turned into a delicate button with a turtle pattern.

The little wizards around suddenly exclaimed, they didn't expect someone to complete the request so quickly.

Professor McGonagall seemed a little surprised, but soon she nodded in satisfaction, picked up the button and showed it to the whole class, and showed Kyle a rare smile.

"Ten Hufflepuffs!"

Kyle turned his head and shrugged at Connor.

"..."

Connor blushed angrily, and turned her head away from him.

It wasn't until the end of get out of class that Connor finally succeeded in turning her beetle into a button.

As a reward, Professor McGonagall waived their homework, and everyone else had to turn in a paper at least two feet long before the next class.

After leaving the classroom, Mikkel's face was pale, and he kept repeating what Professor McGonagall had just said.

Usually those more than ten inches of homework are enough to torture people, two feet... This is simply killing him!

Mikel turned his head and looked at Kyle with hope in his eyes: "Save me... You must borrow me to copy this homework..."

"Feel sorry."

Kyle couldn't bear it, but he reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Did you forget, I don't need to write."

The light in Mikel's eyes disappeared instantly.

After Transfiguration, it was Defense Against the Dark Arts that everyone was looking forward to.

Although Oren was a dark wizard, he had to say that his practical lessons were really attractive. It only took him one school year to make young wizards have a strong interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The classroom that Professor Quirrell chose was on the third floor. It was a narrow room, far less spacious than last year's.

And there is only one window in the whole room, so it looks very dark even in broad daylight.

After coming to the classroom, everyone felt a thump in their hearts, and had a bad premonition.

After Professor Quirrell walked in, this premonition became even stronger.

Which serious professor smells like garlic all over his body!

And the taste is very strong, as if the garlic has become refined.

Several students immediately held their noses and wanted to open the window, but Professor Quirrell stopped them.

"No...you can't open the window."

Professor Quirrell stammered and said: "I... When I solved... a resurgent zombie during the summer vacation, I was hit by his... curse, so I can't be blown by the wind."

As he spoke, he pointed to his big scarf.

"This is... the gift that the African prince I saved... gave me. It can protect me very well."

Resurrected Zombie?

The little wizards suddenly became interested.

Katie Bell of Gryffindor asked curiously: "Professor Quirrell, what does a reanimated zombie look like?"

"It has... fangs... several inches long, a body like... steel, and... immunity to spells... scary!"

"Wow~~"

Everyone suddenly exclaimed, and when they looked at Professor Quirrell again, their eyes became different.

The body is like steel, and it is also immune to magic spells... This kind of creature is hard to deal with even an Auror.

Unexpectedly, the professor who looked like a clown in front of him was actually such a powerful master.

The little wizards looked at Professor Quirrell in admiration, and it seemed that even the strong garlic smell on his body was not so bad.

"He must have done it to drive away the vampire he met during the journey, for fear that the vampire would come back to him."

Someone swears: "This kind of creature is most afraid of garlic, it must be so."

Professor Quirrell glanced at him in surprise, then nodded silently.

That's a good reason, much better than he thought.

"Professor Quirrell."

At this time, Katie asked again: "The reanimated zombie is so powerful, how did you defeat it, can you tell us about it?"

"This... I, I..."

Professor Quirrell's face turned red, and he said vaguely: "Just, that's it, and then it's like this... This... involves a very deep... magic, I said... you don't understand it either."

Seeing Professor Quirrell who was speechless and unable to say a word for a long time, everyone's eyes changed again.

This expression was almost telling everyone that he was lying.

Katie didn't give up, and asked again: "It's okay, professor, just tell me, we can go to the library to look it up if we don't understand the spell."

Others chimed in:

"Yes, Professor."

"Professor, just tell us."

"Even if it's just a few words."

……

Professor Quirrell's face became even redder. He held back for a long time, ignored everyone's words, and turned his head to look out the window.

"I don't like...the weather in England, it rains too much...Romania is fine."

Now, the speculation was confirmed.

Don't think about it, Professor Quirrell must have lied just now, he must not have encountered any resurrected zombies.

Everyone was extremely disappointed. Although they thought that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor might not be very reliable, they didn't expect a liar to come directly.

And a liar who loves garlic.

It's not as good as Oren.

Everyone suddenly lost interest in listening to the class, and began to make small movements underneath.

Some wrote letters, some made up homework, and some played with toads...

Professor Quirrell saw it all, but he didn't say anything, he just took the "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide" and read the contents according to the scriptures.

Those who didn't know thought that Professor Binns was on him.

As Kyle listened, he began to feel sleepy, and for a moment, he also began to miss Oren.

They are all black wizards, why is there such a big gap.

Kyle tried his best to get out of class with great difficulty.

"It sucks." During lunch, Kang Na couldn't help complaining, "I don't understand why the principal asked him to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Probably I can't find anyone." Cedric thought for a while and said, "You also know that there has always been a shortage of professors for this course."

"But you can't just read textbooks."

Kang Na still didn't understand, "If that's the case, why not just find a ghost like Professor Binns, and you don't have to worry about the curse."

"This..." Cedric opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He suddenly felt that this sentence really made sense.