There is a saying that people should not look good - although most people do not follow this law in this era of looking at faces, but since this sentence exists, it means that some people have really suffered because of this. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

For example, the nervous stuttering guy in front of Eren now - if it weren't for Allen's clear knowledge that his bottom was the bottom boss, he would never think that this pale young man was any threat.

One of the things that teachers like to say is that I have taught so many classes of students, and I have met all kinds of students, and you are the worst class I have ever led.

I don't know - we have been students for so many years, what kind of wonderful teacher has not been seen?

Professor Quirrell, however, was the worst of all the teachers that young wizards had experienced over the years - which led to the suspicion that his transfer from Muggle Studies was entirely due to Dumbledore's failure to find a champion to challenge the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor this year.

Not to mention the smell of garlic that was so strong that it could smoke vampires and the towels wrapped in the summer caused the professor's image to be deducted to a negative number in the minds of many students, and even the way he conducted his classes was the most strange of the strange.

Although the professor's class in the subsequent evaluation from Umbridge was the most reliable of all the Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, Alan said that he only wanted to express his feelings with two words hehe - even if he spoke with a vibrato, who wouldn't read it according to the textbook!

Tom Riddle - I finally understand why you wanted to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and was rejected by Dumbledore.

If you're still the world's No. 1 dark wizard, I'm afraid that the level of this lecture is a little better than Lockhart!

Although I know that you have restrained yourself in order not to expose yourself, but you have some dry goods, are you so right about the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor that you have been waiting for for a long time, and the teacher who has made great sacrifices in this position so many years ago?

Doesn't your conscience hurt?

However, neither Professor Quirrell nor Voldemort himself have answered this question for the time being—apparently, as villains, they have long since thrown aside the conscience of a few pennies.

This was a huge blow to Allen - in every sense of the word.

No way, out of the most basic respect for your enemies, Alan is still full of expectations for Professor Quirrell's class - anyway, they are the number one dark wizards in history, and teaching a defense against the dark arts class is not a piece of cake?

So, he made a bet with his twin brothers and others who came over to talk nonsense together, which made him regret it.

He gambled with his twin brothers for a semester on the map for his first trip to Hogsmeade next week, a month's worth of dirty socks with Marshall, and two weeks of his essay on the history of magic with Shane — which, to be honest, was a bit worse than dirty socks.

But this is just the beginning, out of everyone's excitement, soon more and more people joined this little bet, and even Anne generously gambled her snacks for the next half a month - but was driven away by Alan angrily, what a joke, the snacks were bought by him!!

Of course, Alan was very happy at this time - this is all the face of the dragon, you tell me how to lose?

On the other side is the most powerful dark wizard in history, the kind with just one combat power, although he has not messed with Dumbledore on the front, but he still waited until Dumbledore died, right?

Even if he wants to hide it, it's enough to leak some dry goods more or less, and it's not cool to ask a few questions inadvertently in the next set?

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That afternoon, in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom—he was almost touched when Professor Quirrell came to the classroom.

During the morning lesson, he had been given a cold reception like never before - he had been quite handsome and popular with the students in his Muggle defense class, but all of this was ruined by himself at this moment.

The garlic that had to be used in large quantities to hide the rancid smell on his body and the scarf that he had to wear to hide his master's existence had completely lost his personal image, and no young wizard could accept a professor who was not normal all over his body.

However, he suffered much more than that—he had to endure the strange looks of his peers and Dumbledore's knife-sharp gaze—and Dumbledore's gaze was even more than that, so why did Hagrid's stupid big man look down on him?

Every time he was insulted, he secretly cheered himself up - no matter how happy they seemed to be, they were only a flash in the pan, and his current patience was only a preparation for future liberation.

Only what Lord Voldemort said was the truth! If it weren't for that mistake, the little wizard who didn't seem to be mighty at all would never have put the great master in a difficult situation! When he saw Harry Potter for the first time, he could deeply feel the anger of the master behind him—how could a little wizard who was not a genius anywhere have such great glory?

So, even after being severely punished for stealing the Philosopher's Stone, he still ignored the little wizards who looked down on him in class.

When Lord Voldemort returns, everything will change, and pure-blood wizards will be noble!

However, even when he made up his mind in the face of the knowledge-hungry teenagers in front of him, his cold heart still received a trace of warmth - you know, even the lonely lone wanderer longs for a campfire lit up in the distance at night!

One question after another was submitted by the children, and for the honor student who was once famous in the whole school, these questions were really not a problem, and he could explain them easily, however, just as he was about to answer the first question in surprise, there was a sharp pain in his soul - his master was obviously unhappy.

He didn't even have the courage to look at the child—an answer that was not at all his will came out of his mouth.

"Sorry kid, this question is obviously beyond the scope of some things, I don't think you need to know about this. ”

However, a blow was obviously not a problem for these enthusiastic children, and he had to refuse the questions of these enthusiastic little wizards again and again with guilt, watching them be rejected one by one and then ask questions unyieldingly, he had a sense of crime.

As everyone knows, every time he refuses, the resentment in the corner of the classroom deepens.

If he would have called him once, he would have found that the man in that position was named Alan.