Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Friday morning.

The new Hufflepuff students finally have their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The classroom was located in a corner on the third floor. When the first little wizard arrived, he repeatedly confirmed that he was in the right place before hesitatingly walked in.

The classroom was very dark, with only one small window still closed, and the room was filled with an unspeakable strange smell.

After Wayne arrived, he frowned subconsciously.

Just as he was about to open the window, Quirrell came

"Don't...Don't open it, that's fine, that's fine"

"Professor, I'm here for class, not to absorb toxic gases."Wen said displeasedly, and some little wizards had already laughed.

But they quickly covered their mouths.

They were not afraid of being discovered and blamed by the professor, but because after Quirrell came in, there was a strong smell of garlic. , making the smell in the classroom even worse

"Me, I met in Heizhou...Encountered a resurrected zombie and was cursed, unable to blow the wind. Quirrell stammered in explanation, and pointed at the scarf on his head.

"This, this is the king of a tribe...A gift from the prince."

Resurrected zombies?

Many young wizards are interested.

The name of resurrected zombies, also known as resurrected zombies, is well-known in the magic world. It is a mysterious religious product.

Every reanimated zombie is a living dead, has no consciousness, and no The walking zombies of the soul, their attack power is not strong, but they have various uses.

They are the necessary sacrifices for dark wizards to practice black magic.

"Professor, how did you subdue the resurrected zombie?"Justin Finch-Leary raised his hand and asked

"This, this has nothing to do with this class. Quirrell avoided answering,"Turn the textbook to the third page. Today we are going to learn how to avoid Kappa."..."

"No, professor, just tell me about your experience."Hannah asked again, but Quirrell ignored her and began to lecture vaguely.

How should I put it

, even worse than Professor Binns.

Although Professor Binns spoke very hypnotically, at least his words were clear enough to sleep. The previous story.

But Quirrell was stammering and couldn't read coherently. He wanted to sleep. The smell in this room made it impossible to fall asleep. For a time, the defense against the dark arts that everyone was most looking forward to suddenly turned into a long-lasting Two hours of torture.

Wayne raised his hands

"Lao, classmate Lawrence, do you have any questions? asked Quirrell

"Professor, there is indeed a problem, and it is a big problem. Wayne stood up and said,"I understand Professor Binns reading the textbook, but if you still read the textbook, what will we learn about Defense Against Dark Arts?""

"When we encounter Kabbah, should we smash him to death with our textbooks?"

"To defend against the dark arts, of course you need to learn spells. Can you tell me about the use of repel spells?"

His words were strongly supported by the students, and everyone was talking about it.

Quirrell was frightened and stammered to explain that he wanted everyone to have more knowledge and would teach them spells.

In fact, He did teach it.

After enduring for an hour, Quirrell wrote the spell to repel the curse on the blackboard.

Then it was over.

Wayne said again:"Professor, please demonstrate it to us again. Quirrell hesitated for a long time, and refused on the grounds that it was too dangerous.

Everyone was even more dissatisfied. How could a repelling spell be dangerous?

Seeing that the situation was out of control, Quirrell's twinkling eyes actually squeezed out a few drops. With tears in his eyes, he ran away with his textbooks in hand, leaving behind a bunch of dumbstruck little wizards.

Wayne was also confused.

He just wanted to earn some points, so why did he make people cry?

It had been almost a week since he came to school, and Wayne On the one hand, he is familiar with the school, but on the other hand, he has not found a suitable opportunity to earn points.

The other professors are all worthy of his respect, and he cannot do things that deliberately cause trouble for the sake of points.

Only Quirrell, this guy is deliberately showing off, and he is Voldemort's Jinchuuriki. , Wayne didn't feel guilty at all when he bullied him.

In just one class, he had already scored more than 100 points.

Just when Wayne was planning to keep up his efforts and score 200 points to rest.

Who could have imagined what Quirrell would endure? With such poor ability, he actually ran away.

Who can I ask to explain this?

There are no secrets in Hogwarts. What happened in the classroom spread immediately. The first people to know were the other two houses in the first year.

"Did you really make Professor Quirrell cry?"

During lunch, Wayne was pulled to the Gryffindor table by Hermione and asked curiously.

"No, what happened to these two people?"

Hermione didn't answer. Wayne looked next to her. Harry and Neville both had dull eyes and numb expressions, looking like they had been played badly.

"Forget it! Ron put down his knife and fork angrily,"In Potions class just now, Snape was chasing Harry like a swallow-tailed dog. He obviously didn't learn anything yet. He asked a lot of questions, but in the end Harry couldn't answer." Deducted two points from us"

"Granger's hands were raised to the ceiling. He couldn't see yet. Was he blind?!"

Hermione looked at him displeased.

What do you mean by raising it to the ceiling and calling her a long-armed monster?

It turned out that she was in Potions class....

Wayne was not surprised at all now. Instead, he was surprised that Snape only deducted two points for them, which was too little.

"I have a way to save you from being targeted."Wayne said after pondering for a moment.

Harry's eyelids moved and he looked over involuntarily.

"Coach, I want to learn"

"Ahem. Wayne pretended to be profound and said,"When Snape asked you questions, did you keep staring at him?""

Harry nodded sharply.

This is the master, he even knows this.

"This is your fault."Wayne shook his head,"Think about it, when you hate someone, and they still look at you and make it clear that they are not convinced, what will happen to you? Harry mused:"I will get angrier and angrier." Wayne clapped his hands and said,"That's right. Next time you encounter this situation, just lower your head and admit your mistake sincerely. Even if the professor gets angry again, there's nothing you can do about it. After all, you have such a good attitude.""

Harry's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally he said gratefully:

"Thank you Wayne, otherwise I don’t know what I would do."

"What are you being polite about? Wayne smiled gently,"Remember, never look at Snape.""

After saying that, after the system prompted the points to be increased by 50, he drifted away.