Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Sally's wand was still in the pocket of his school uniform, and Patsy was blocking Sally's view, so when Sally saw the spell coming at him, he had no time to protect himself.But because he was too late, it didn't mean his classmates were too late!

"Iron armor!"

"Except your weapons!"

"Passed out!"

"The front teeth competition is great!"

Sally was covered with protective magic, but this was endless, it was not Slytherin's style to only defend and not counterattack, not to mention, this group of proud gentlemen and ladies had endured it for a long time!

The counter-spell instantly knocked down several Gryffindors standing in front of them, and some unlucky ones were even hit by several spells at the same time.And the Gryffindors certainly wouldn't sit still, they immediately launched a counterattack skillfully.

Usually, this kind of mutual fight would start with Slytherin gaining the upper hand, and there are more surprise attacks like today; the middle game is when Gryffindor has the upper hand, after all, Gryffindor is the college with the largest number of people; Their arrival is the climax, just as the police always come after the heroes and villains are all gone; office.

But this time, there is a "little" difference - this matter should actually be regarded as a conflict between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, and Slytherin is only here to help.Moreover, the position where Ravenclaws stood was at the innermost part of the battle circle!

Ravenclaws inevitably joined the battle circle, of course, on the side of Slytherin. This situation is definitely a miracle for this absolutely neutral student...

As for the Hufflepuffs who arrived at the end, the little badgers couldn't do things like attacking their classmates with their wands unless there were special circumstances.So after being anxious and at a loss for a long time, they decided to go to the professor.

"Go to Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell first." The prefects decided.

"Oh~ Merlin, I can accept Professor Quirrell, but Professor Snape..." A third-year swallowed, feeling like he was about to cry.

"If someone had told me before this semester that I would be on the same side as Slytherin, I would have thought that person was daydreaming. But judging from the facts now, we are indeed on the side of Slytherin." And Professor Snape is the dean of Slytherin, so let's draw lots to decide who will notify Professor Snape..."

Who says Hufflepuff has no brains?The little badgers are just slow to react, but they are not stupid!

It was lunch time, and Quirrell was studying hard with a forbidden book borrowed from the library.Although magic has been passed down for thousands of years, magic does not have a solid and rigorous theoretical basis like science.At least in the books Quirrell read, the authors of each claimed that their theory was the most correct theory, but in fact, their theories did explain some aspects of the problem, but there were many others. The problem cannot be explained, and all these magic theories have only two things in common: First, they all agree that "the lineage inherited from magical creatures in the age of mythology is the root of our magical power."

Second, it can be regarded as a derivative of the first point, that is, muggle wizards are not Muggles who suddenly gained power, but because the ancestors of both parents of these Muggles must have wizards, but the thin blood prevents them from using them. Magic power, but their combination just awakened the sleeping blood.The feeling is that the characteristic of magic power is invisible inheritance in most cases, and it will only become dominant when it meets several other rare characteristics.

Closing the book with a "snap", Quirrell rubbed the center of his brows.Combining these books and the knowledge in his brain, he was sure of one thing, the "bloodline" mentioned by wizards should not refer to blood in the general sense, but should refer to genetic genes.However, many wizards obviously don't understand the difference between blood and genetics. Based on the theory of "blood first", one can imagine where their theory will go wrong.

Opening the notebook on the other side, after Quirrell's messy records, he wrote a new sentence: "The blood of a wizard has magic power, but just like the hair, skin, bones, and internal organs of a wizard also have magic power. For the time being, blood is actually magical. There is nothing special about it.”

After writing this sentence, Quirrell tapped the paper with the tip of the quill.Blood is not special, which is why Voldemort, who only has his soul left, and the ghosts floating around outside, can use magic.However, judging from the gradual exhaustion of magic power during Voldemort's floating period, and the fact that ghosts must stay in a specific contract place and cannot leave, it seems that the magic power in the soul is not regenerated like it is when it has a body.

Quirrell frowned, and wrote another sentence: "The soul can store magic power, but it cannot produce magic power." So, does the secret of magic power still come from the wizard's body?

Quirrell regretted why he didn't study medicine in the first place. If he had, he could at least give himself a simple physical examination to see if there were any extra parts in his body.

"Professor Quirrell, a student is looking for you." The iron knight at the office door shouted in the living room.

"Oh! Damn it's time for class? I clearly set a timed magic warning."

Opening the door, Quirrell saw not any of the second graders who had come to his class, but several sixth grade Hufflepuffs.

"Professor Quirrell, Gryffindor and Slytherin, Ravenclaw students are fighting behind the greenhouse!"

"He's such an active student." Quirrell raised his eyebrows, "Go and tell the other professors, I'll go to the greenhouse by myself." Instead of going downstairs, Quirrell rushed into an old classroom on the third floor and opened the classroom window , The windows of this classroom are facing the greenhouse.

Quirrell, who originally thought that there were only a few students fighting, saw hundreds of students rolling into a ball—most of them had given up using wizards' fighting methods and switched to using Muggle methods...

Quirrell sighed and stepped his foot out of the window: "Really, a group of problems, students!"

At the same time, Harry and Drake and their ten-member team were hiding in the grass. Although this did not conform to noble etiquette or Gryffindor's courageous conduct, at least they did not need to roll in the grass by hiding here.

"Merlin, that seems to be Professor Quirrell?" Neville suddenly jumped up and screamed.

"Is Professor Quirrell here? Then we shouldn't have to hide anymore." Drowsy Draco patted the grass leaves on his pants and stood up.

"No, I, I mean, Professor Quirrell seems to be jumping off the building?"

"Are you kidding, Longbottom?" Zabini looked in disbelief.

"Look, you'll know." Longbottom pointed to an open window on the third floor, then he thought of something, jumped out of the grass, and ran towards the castle, "Professor! Don't jump off the building! Don't jump!"

"God, the professor is really going to jump off the building, we have to stop him!" Hermione also saw it clearly, and she ran out after Neville.

"Professor Quirrell is going to jump off the building!!!" Hufflepuff, who was standing outside, also yelled, and the students who were entangled were stunned for a moment, then stopped and looked towards the castle.

"Merlin! He's already standing on the windowsill, he... jumped! Ah——!!! Huh? Wow, so cool~"

Indeed, Quirrell jumped down. Generally speaking, he should have a vertical fall movement due to the effect of gravity, but due to the force of interaction, he was hit by the earth for a while.But the actual situation was that after his body got off the window sill, his cloak suddenly turned into the wings of a bat, which instantly took him up into the air, and finally allowed him to land safely.

"Professor Quirrell is a vampire?" There were pink bubbles in the eyes of the girls, and golden bubbles in the eyes of the boys.One is nympho and the other is worship.

"It's noon now, when the sun is at its hottest. If it was a blood race, the professor would have turned into ashes long ago."

"Perhaps...the professor is a very powerful vampire?"

"Okay, don't guess, I'm not a vampire, it was just a little magic just now. If you want to learn, then I can use this magic as a reward for the top three in each grade."

The good students shouted with joy, while the poor students were instantly depressed.

"Now we're going to get down to business. All the students who participated in the fight will deduct five points each. Hufflepuff will notify the professor in time to add ten points. All students under the sixth grade will return to the castle. It's time for your class. The sixth grade, seventh grade and I will treat your injured classmates together. Sophomores who have Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon, stay in the classroom and don't run, I will go to class later."

Except for Hufflepuff, the students of the other three colleges trembled collectively, and then burst into tears. There is a 1000% chance that this year's Academy Cup winner is Hufflepuff—the first time in [-] years. !