Hogwarts: This wizard wants to improve too much

"Ethan, get up!"

Terry looked at Ethan who was still lying in bed today, a little confused.

You got up early yesterday to flirt with the senior sister, but you're not going today?

"Ah! Got it!"

Ethan replied dazedly, and then opened his eyes with difficulty.

It was already past five o'clock when I returned to the dormitory today, and it's only eight o'clock now. It's not possible to rest well in such a short time.

It's better not to sleep. I'm even more sleepy now after sleeping for such a short time.

"What did you do last night?"

Gene looked at Ethan who was listless and asked curiously.

"I didn't do anything. I had insomnia!"

Ethan made up a random excuse. He couldn't say that he went on a night tour, stole the collection accumulated by Hogwarts students for thousands of years, and finally went to the potion classroom to get a textbook of "Advanced Potion Making".

Ethan had this book, but Snape's book had many revisions to the textbook content and recorded several dark magics.

At that time, I thought that since I had taken so many things, Snape wouldn't be a big deal, so I went there for some reason, which was considered to be a chance for Harry.

"The class later is Defense Against the Dark Arts. I heard from the seniors that the teacher of this course changes every year. Some of them can't finish teaching for a year before something happens. I don't know if it's true."

Ethan went to wash up, and Terry and a few others chatted on the side. He talked a lot and was very outgoing. He chatted with a talkative senior for a long time yesterday and learned a lot of gossip.

"It's true. I also heard that a mysterious person cursed the Defense Against the Dark Arts Department."

Gene nodded and confirmed Terry's statement. He was from a wizard family and lived in a wizard gathering place, so he knew some of the news.

"In that case, I don't know why Professor Quirrell would be so desperate to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. He was originally supposed to teach Muggle Studies."

This is what the senior told Terry, and the senior looked regretful at the time.

Quirrel is also from Ravenclaw. Although Muggle Studies is an elective course and not many people take it, Quirrell teaches well and is quite popular among Ravenclaws.

Quirrel's class!

After washing up, Ethan shook his head. This thing is a complete waste of time. Quirrell has some level, but he can't teach and can't teach.

It feels like Dumbledore is crazy. None of the professors he found for Defense Against the Dark Arts are normal. Even if Lupin taught something, he is a werewolf and is destined to not teach for long.

This course is even more important than Potions and Herbology, and is on par with Transfiguration and Charms. It is all about the wizards' ability to protect themselves, especially for those half-blood or Muggle-born wizards.

In fact, the Defense Against the Dark Arts course can be stopped, and another course called "Self-Defense" can be opened. This will also get rid of the reputation of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor being a consumable, and recruit a normal teacher.Professor.

Dumbledore should take the blame for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors who were either disabled or disabled because of this, and the young wizards who didn't learn any skills, because he was the headmaster.

...

"Are you waiting for me to have breakfast together?"

Following his roommates to the common room, Ethan saw Penelope at a glance and immediately smiled and greeted her.

There were more people in the common room at this time than at seven o'clock yesterday morning, but most of them were seniors, that is, fifth, sixth, and seventh grade.

Although the young Ravenclaw wizards in the lower grades were studious, they were not so studious. Only young wizards facing two exams could do so under pressure.

"Yes, I was waiting for you, and I've been waiting for a long time, but you don't seem to wake up yet!"

Penelock didn't show any shyness or retreat, but stepped forward to look at Ethan.

"Tell me what you did last night?"

"I'm the head of Ravenclaw, responsible for supervising you. If I catch you doing something bad, haha!"

On the spiral staircase, Penelope acted like a stern female senior.

"You really have insomnia. What bad things can I do?"

Ethan spread his hands and acted innocent.

"Okay, don't let me catch you!"

Penelope gritted his teeth and threatened.

The three roommates were hanging behind and whispering, not daring to come forward at all. Penelope was the head of the class, and she was usually serious. They didn't dare to talk and laugh with her like Ethan.

After breakfast in the hall, Penelope also had to go to the ancient magic class. Although she didn't choose all subjects like Hermione, it was almost the same. Only divination and arithmetic divination, two subjects that she was completely uninterested in and had no help, chose to give up, so her courses were quite full.

……

"Do you smell anything?"

"Garlic, I smell garlic, and it's very strong!"

At the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Terry said to Gene with a look of certainty.

His family still likes to eat garlic, but they won't make the house smell so much garlic.

Walking into the classroom, Ethan could clearly see some classmates who had already arrived, and their faces were quite ugly at the moment.

"Bubble head protection!"

Ethan pointed his wand at his head, and immediately a big bubble wrapped Ethan's head, looking like a fish tank on Ethan's head.

It was comfortable now, and Ethan also understood the happiness of the Celestial Dragons.

The bubble head spell, a simple and practical little spell, Ethan learned it when flipping through a book. It was originally used to go into the water, but it can also isolate the surrounding dirty air. However, for people with bad breath, the air in this bubble will become unsuitable for breathing after thirty minutes.

"Give me one!"

Michael, who usually doesn't talk much, couldn't hold it in any longer and begged directlyEthan was here.

Ethan naturally would not refuse and cast a head-bubble spell on each of them.

Soon, the little badgers of Hufflepuff and the little lions of Gryffindor could not stand it anymore and lined up to let Ethan cast a head-bubble spell on them.

Later, the Slytherins also came over. This class lasted for an hour and they did not want to endure such a long event.

And they found a reason for themselves. This was not that we Slytherins were asking for help from the outer courtyard, but for the sake of being in the group.

Students from other colleges were wearing goldfish bowls on their heads to class, but we Slytherins did not. Doesn't this make us look very different?

Cassandra came to Ethan with a visibly depressed face. She did not expect that she would lose again before class. This was a spell for the fourth grade. What on earth did he learn?

Fortunately, the head-bubble spell was just a simple regular spell that did not consume much magic power, and after using it so many times, Ethan could cast spells silently.

When the bell rang, Quirrell was obviously shocked when he came to the classroom. What was going on?

Even if I have some smell here, you guys shouldn't!

But he was still that idiot after all. He said nothing, picked up the textbook and started reading. There was no communication or explanation throughout the whole process.

Even if a student raised his hand to ask a question, he ignored it.

Ethan directly put "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide" on the table, covered his head and began to rest.

Anyway, Quirrell's class was a waste of time. You read from the textbook. What do I need you for? You might as well read it yourself when you have time.

[Thanks to the big brother Seraphine?? and the confused kitten for the monthly ticket, thank you very much! 】