Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Ken Belen blushed, and finally raised his wand tremblingly, and shouted helplessly: "The flames are raging..."

Orange-red flames burst out suddenly, but stopped about a step away from Quirrell, as if something was blocking them.Quirrell flicked his wand, and the flames broke off the ground, forming a ribbon-shaped flame in midair: "Orange-red flames, and the burning is very unstable. But this is when you suppress the magic power and the spell cannot be pronounced clearly. Next, if your other magic is at this level, you should be able to pass the intermediate exam easily. You can go back, Ken Beren."

"Thank you, Professor." Ken Belen felt that the shirt on his back was soaked with sweat, and how frightened he was when Merlin issued the spell.

"Then, next one, Thomas Brown." Quirrell really didn't understand how the Hogwarts student list was photographed, whether it was from the surname or the initials of the names. .

"Yes! Yes! Professor!" Hopping up from her seat was a fat little Hufflepuff, sweating so much that her hair stuck to her scalp.

"Don't be nervous, just choose one." Quirrell smiled at him, but for some reason, the child seemed even more frightened.

Brown chose the life-type charm, and his arm stirred in the box for a minute before reaching out: "It's a 'cleaning spell', professor."

Quirrell nodded, and casually tapped his wand. A gust of wind blew by, and a small puddle of fine sand appeared on the mirror-smooth ground.

"Clean, clean one, one empty!"

"Boom!" The dust exploded in an instant, and the students subconsciously leaned back, trying to avoid the dust, but they suddenly discovered that the sand only reached the desks of the students' first row of desks.

"Brown, is this a spell you are good at?"

"Yes." Little Badger looked like he was about to cry.

"It's okay." Quirrell walked over and patted the kid on the shoulder, "Practice more in your daily life, and soon, you will be able to really master it."

"I, can I?"

"Of course." Quirrell nodded, his smile was full of trust. This child obviously grew up in a sound family, but why is he less confident than Harry? Is it because "Hufflepuff is an idiot"?What a disgusting consensus.

"I'll do my best, Professor."

"Okay, get back to your seat, next one!"

Afterwards, all the students followed suit. Hufflepuff chose life spells, Ravenclaw chose defensive spells except for a few who also chose life spells, and Slytherin chose life spells. Together with Gryffindor, he stretched out his hand towards the offensive spell.

And they are becoming more and more "at ease" with Quirrell. The Slytherins tried their best when thinking about Quirrell's attack.And Gryffindor not only used all his strength, but even used some "small" tricks on the spell...

"Twisting thorns!" the last Gryffindor called out the name of the spell.

Iron-gray, instead of normal turquoise thorns emerged from the ground in an instant, with an astonishing momentum, but it was the result that made people dumbfounded, because the thorns were entangled by the caster!

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Merlin!" Daniel Lachman yelled in panic. This is the magic his father taught him, a specially improved binding magic. Spikes can also make enemies suffer.

"Mr. Lachman, if I remember correctly, what you should have cast is freezing magic."

"Oh! Professor! I, I just wanted to make a joke to you!" Lachman exclaimed, "For Merlin's sake! Professor! Don't let these things haunt me!"

The girls screamed, and the Gryffindor boys were about to rush up, but the Slytherin students stepped in front of them - as a six-year feud, the thorns of Lachman were not missing Slytherins as targets.

"Stop screaming like a terrified girl, Lachman! You can walk out by yourself!" Quirrell shouted towards the thorns with his arms folded.

Lachman froze for a moment, and opened his closed eyes tremblingly - when the spell rebounded, he only knew how to scream with his eyes closed and throw the spell around.If it weren't for Quirrell's protective measures in place, [-]% of his classmates would have been injured.He finally realized that those vines looked ferocious, but they actually clung to his body and sucked his blood.Didn't even move.

Tentatively, he tapped the nearest thorn branch with his magic wand. In an instant, the part of the thorn that he touched turned into fine sand, and spread to the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, the terrifying thorn with teeth and claws disappeared, leaving only A ring of dust surrounding Lachman.

Up and down moved his wand, but even the sand and dust disappeared.

"Gryffindor deducted two points for deliberately disrupting the class because he did not obey the professor's arrangement. Gryffindor deducted another [-] points for intentionally attacking the professor. Alright, what homework will I arrange for you? Zhou's test papers are judged. So now, get out of class!"

September [-]nd, the first day of classes officially started, Tuesday ①, after the morning Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the seventh grade.In the auditorium, among the four gemstone hourglasses for calculating college points, Gryffindor has the most gemstones. However, it is not the red gemstone of Gryffindor's past, but the legendary black-haired gemstone that represents negative scores...

Of course, it is worth mentioning that the fact that the four colleges have negative scores~ the status quo of gems, as well as the information obtained from the seniors of the seventh grades, made the fifth graders in the afternoon class a lot more honest.Of course, this is only compared to the other three colleges. In Gryffindor College, there are always some students who like to face difficulties and do things that others dare not do!

"Professor Quirrell!" When the written test was over and the time test began, a Gryffindor raised his hand.

"What's the problem?"

"Professor Quirrell, I don't think this can reflect our level of magic. You know, I am proficient in many spells. But I can only show you one of them by drawing lots."

"so what?"

"So I wonder if we can have a mock battle? The two-year professor Spike did this, and the effect is very good."

"Professor!" A Slytherin raised his hand before Quirrell could answer.

"Say."

"That Professor Spike was hit by a dozen little jinxes, went to St. Mungo's, and is still hospitalized until now."

The Gryffindors started making faces at the Slytherins, and the Slytherins held their wands, ready to retaliate.

"Okay, I understand." Quirrell smiled, "In a sense, Professor Spike's simulation battle effect is really good. Then, I accept Redding's suggestion. Let's do it again. If I lose, It's time to go to St. Mungo's for vacation, and if I save it, of course, I won't let you go. It's just...the challenger's homework must be doubled this semester. How?"

"Okay!" The Gryffindors were excited, and most of the boys held their wands eagerly, "But you are a professor, to be fair, it is impossible for us to go one-on-one with you here."

The Slytherins booed, and used their wands to create small balls of paper and threw them at Gryffindor; the Hufflepuffs obviously didn't understand what happened, and their faces were blank; Ravenclaw kept With their usual neutral attitude, they watched silently and coldly; some Gryffindors obviously did not agree with their companions' actions, but since the incident had already happened, they could only cheer for their classmates.

"It's fair." Quirrell smiled. Anyway, the long platform of the box disappeared, giving up a large space. "Students who want to participate, please join."

Eight Gryffindor students stood up, and Quirrell looked at them and smiled and asked, "So, no one from other houses wants to join?"

In fact, he thinks these students are very cute. From Quirrell's past point of view, they are impulsive and passionate, and they are the most child-like children.But it is also the child who gives the teacher the most headache.However, Quirrell has been a good repairer of thorns since his previous life, and he can bring back any gangsters who have joined the club, let alone these little bastards?

"So... have you started?" Quirrell asked lazily, seemingly carelessly.

"Professor, fire... disarm your weapon!"

"Except your weapons!"

"Tarantella dance!"

"The front teeth competition is great!"

"Iron armor!"

The leading boy cast a spell in the middle of his answer, and his voice sounded like an order—obviously, they had battle-tested individuals, four of them attacked, and the other four cast the Iron Armor Curse on their companions.

But... gone.

Everyone was waiting for a wonderful and fierce fighting scene, but after the eight Gryffindors breathed out their spells, they stopped moving.And Quirrell walked slowly back to the place where the podium was placed, and changed the long table with the box again.

"Now, let's continue with the practical exam. By the way, if anyone still wants to do a mock battle, you can come to me at any time. Of course, if you win, I will go to St. Mungo's. If you lose, your Doubling the homework. But doubling does not just mean twice, but twice as much as last time."

On Tuesday afternoon, the fifth-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended, and the eight Gryffindors were carried into the hospital wing because they had been cast with the petrification curse for a long time, and even after the curse was lifted, their muscles were stiff and their bodies were sore. Stay there for one night.But it is gratifying that the number of black gems in Gryffindor has not increased any more.

"I'm sure, he's definitely a Slytherin! A typical vicious dark wizard!" Ron Weasley was talking to his companions about what happened to the Gryffindor seniors in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Take your words back, redhead!" What he didn't expect was that Harry Potter, who happened to be walking around the corner, heard all his words.Harry lived very happily in Slytherin, their bedroom was like a prince's bedroom, the food was so delicious that Harry wanted to swallow his tongue every time, and his classmates would help him block the harassment from other houses - especially from Ge Levandor's, Hogwarts is indeed a good place!

Harry is more grateful to Quirrell who brought him to Hogwarts (he killed Hagrid), but unfortunately, he can't meet with Professor Quirrell often after school starts.He has to go to class, and Professor Quirrell is obviously very busy, but he is indeed a good professor. The seniors of Slytherin have been praising him since yesterday, saying that he is the second best teacher in the college after the dean !And how could Harry be so easy for a redheaded Gryffindor to insult his best friend, and beloved teacher?