Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Fortunately, Professor Quirrell did not continue to stare at Harry. He coughed lightly, drawing the students' attention to himself, and said with a smile, "I am Professor Quirrell, your Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

He has a unique temperament and a very magnetic voice. He is an experienced and capable person. After hearing this, some of the little witches blushed slightly and lowered their heads shyly.

"I was originally a professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts. This summer I went to the forests of Albania, where I learned a lot and made a decision." He paused and did not continue to explain in more detail, but changed the subject. "I hope that in this semester, I can pass on my experience to everyone through teaching."

Then Professor Quirrell asked everyone to open the book, and explained the black magic and its effects in an orderly and structured manner, why we need to defend ourselves, how to defend ourselves, and how to improve ourselves.

Harry was stunned for a moment as he looked at the person who was talking. When he was in the castle, he had attended Professor Quirrell's lectures out of curiosity and perhaps because he had been parasitized by Voldemort.

Although this Professor Quirrell is more capable and at a higher level than the original professor, one can still feel his unique personal teaching style, and his language habits have not changed.

There was no sense of timidity, fear, or terror in him. This feeling was just the Pro max Plus version of Quirrell.

What's happening here.

Ron, who was standing by, also stared in horror at the professor who looked gentle and knowledgeable. This was completely different from what he had seen in novels, but then he felt relieved.

If this is a fan fiction, it would be easy to explain. Then, Ron remembered the scene that night when Harry and Professor Quirrell walked together in the corridor. If not, Harry had also stayed in the castle before, and he and Professor Quirrell had a close relationship, which would be easy to understand.

Ron moved closer to Harry.

Seeing that the get out of class was about to end, Harry let down his guard and began to think about what to eat for lunch. Unexpectedly, Professor Quirrell caught him off guard.

"I, the professor, have given everyone a goal. One of the goals has already been accomplished by a student here." Quirrell's eyes were fixed on Harry, and the students around him also followed the professor's gaze and turned their attention to him.

Harry felt as if a thorn in his back was attached and felt uncomfortable all over. He quickly stood up. Ron beside him looked at him with sympathy. Is this the treatment of being a protagonist? It would be better for him to be an ordinary supporting role.

Hermione felt a little uncomfortable. Although the professor asked a lot of questions, she couldn't help but think that this professor liked to ask and answer questions by himself. Why did he call Harry up? She could do the same.

Quirrell seemed pleased with his tact and did not continue speaking, but just asked him to stand on the podium.

"I heard that Mr. Harry used his armor to save some students in yesterday's Transfiguration class." Quirrell said with a smile. Hearing this, Harry became alert. He didn't know what Quirrell was up to.

"Then I will use the Expelliarmus spell next." Professor Quirrell turned to Harry and said, "and you will use the Armor Protection spell. Let's cooperate with each other and demonstrate it to the students."

Qi Luo narrowed his eyes and looked at this fellow who had arrived in this world before him. Was this his future master? He was a little unconvinced. How could such an 11-year-old kid defeat someone like him who had practiced hard for many years and devoted himself to the clan? Was it just because he had a good relationship with the prince?

Quirrell stared into Harry's eyes, trying to see the prince of the clan in his eyes, feeling a little fear and a little expectation.

In the past, the strict etiquette and strict hierarchy had made him fear the upper level. However, his ambition to make a name for himself in another world and his dissatisfaction with being suppressed gave him the courage to break free.

Quirrell wanted to make Harry suffer a loss in front of his classmates and make him look bad, so as to vent his anger, but when he saw the child who was so much shorter than him, he felt a little contempt in his heart.

"Expelliarmus!" A red light rushed straight towards Harry with fierce momentum and force. Harry's pupils shrank and he dodged sideways, avoiding Quirrell's attack.

Oh, this little guy is still quite powerful. His attacks are not something that anyone can dodge if they want to. Without seeing the trajectory of the magic attack, it is impossible to avoid it easily.

Harry smiled apologetically at the professor and said, "Sorry, it was a subconscious reaction." The young wizards below were stunned. They had also heard that Harry used armor to protect himself yesterday and thought it was a rumor.

Although the savior may have some extraordinary qualities, it was a bit too much to cast a spell that many Aurors did not master on the first day of school. Except for those who saw it with their own eyes, everyone else was skeptical. Who would have thought that Harry could even dodge the professor's attack?

"Good boy, come again," Quirrell became interested, and Harry nodded. This was a good opportunity for actual combat, "Armor protects you." When Quirrell's attack reached Harry, it stirred up waves in the barrier built by Harry. The people below held their breath, and looked at the man who seemed so powerful in the battle with admiration.

In the end, Quirrell's adult status was more advantageous, breaking through Harry's armor and knocking him flying. Quirrell protected Harry, caught him steadily from mid-air, and placed him on the podium.

Harry calmed down. Although he had retained some strength, he also found some problems. His combat experience was not inferior to that of an adult, but his magic power was greatly reduced. He should find a way to solve this problem. Natural growth was too slow.

Although the moves were simple, they made people excited. There were bursts of exclamations in the classroom, which were gradually replaced by applause.

Harry felt a little uncomfortable amidst the praises.

After class, Harry wanted to use the excuse of asking for advice to get closer to Quirrell and find out more about him, but Quirrell refused, saying that he had just recently taught this course and needed time to adapt.

What a sly guy, Harry secretly cursed in his heart.

But Hermione next to him had become a loyal fan of Professor Quirrell. She said to Harry and Ron with admiration and praise, "No wonder those Slytherin wizards said last night that Professor Quirrell would be the next Dumbledore. Now I think they have some truth in what they said."

Harry seemed to have returned to the feeling of Professor Lockhart in his second year of his previous life. The distant memory made Harry decide not to say anything at this time. Ron looked at the savior and did not express any opinion, so he also shut his mouth wisely.