51. Lin An, maybe you can help me?

"You look like a 'broken' mom."

Draco sat next to Lin An, yin and yang: "Shh ”

"Listen, Lin An, it sounds like Lian or Lilian or something......"

Lin An smiled: "Xiaolong, do you think that there are many people in the world who are as smart as you and can speak many Chinese?" ”

"Thank you for your dedication, I know my name is hard to pronounce. You see, in the whole of Slytherin, only you and Horlens can read it accurately. ”

Draco:......

It's so angry, he doesn't know what to say again. But at the same time, there is still a slight pride in his heart - indeed, his father said that when dealing with the strong, you must make friends with your heart.

He wanted to say something, but when he turned his head, he saw that Lin An had already taken out the pen and paper she had brought from the Muggle world, and then began to organize his notes.

He didn't understand: "Professor Quirrell is a fame seeker, and none of what he says is true. I don't know where the board spends all the money on hiring teachers – why do you take notes so seriously? ”

Lin An didn't raise his head: "It is a very lucky thing for a student to meet a reliable teacher during his studies. ”

"Especially since I'm a Muggle, a lot of common sense you take for granted, but I have to work hard to think of it."

"In this case, a good memory is better than a bad pen, and there is no harm in taking more notes."

Not to mention......

That's Professor Quirrell!

The famous mystery man and the first carrier of the Dark Lord! She's in the limelight in Slytherin right now, and she doesn't expect to be so low-key with the Dark Lord. But there's nothing wrong with learning two more important points from the mouth of this alternative genius, right?

Lin An carefully brushed his thoughts and found that there was indeed nothing wrong.

Just then, Professor Quirrell walked into the classroom again.

The classroom was filled with the smell of garlic, and his thin head was wrapped in a huge scarf. Even his back was slumped, and he looked not only weak but also cowering, and he couldn't find a word on his body that was related to handsomeness.

Lin An sighed.

In China, the appearance of this kind of villain must be more high-end and atmospheric than the male protagonist.

It's a pity, it's a magical fairy tale. The villain has to have a villain's Yazi.

Professor Quirrell was talking today about his duel with vampires in Romania, stammering and dancing, but there was no point for half a day.

It's not clear what kind of spell is used, nor is it clear how it works.

Draco sat on one side, playing with his wand in a bored manner, unable to even make the gesture of listening attentively.

The Slytherin snakes took notes in the same way as the woodsman, but they were not skilled enough, and at the moment they were just blankly open, either wandering or teetering on the edge of sleepiness.

Only Crabbe was as determined as Goyle, eating their snacks in class as usual......

At first glance, this is no different from the junior high school, high school and college career of the previous life.

The only difference is......

"Lin An, maybe you can help me and show the students the role of armor and body protection?"

This sentence was so sudden that no one noticed that it was written in one go.

No one found out that Lin An's name was also called extremely standard.

Forests, shores.

She suddenly had a thrill.