The sleepy students in the classroom woke up instantly.

Draco sat up straight as if electrocuted, his eyes looking at Professor Quirrell in disbelief as if he were meeting the cowering garlic head for the first time.

However, Professor Quirrell on the podium still wrapped himself tightly, his back hunched up, as if nothing had changed.

Only Lin An realized that his voice was low, and a pair of light brown pupils looked straight over, and at this moment, a strong aggressive look pressed on her nerves! It had already taken a lot of effort for her to keep her composure.

But......

She clenched her wand and stood up, "Of course, Professor. ”

"You're an excellent student. Well-known. ”

Professor Quirrell's deep and elegant voice came out, and Lin An was already standing in front of him, and the subtle voice seemed to be heard only by her.

She shouldn't have made eye contact with Professor Quirrell.

The Dark Lord is skilled in all things dark magic, including the Celestial Mind.

But......

Lin An broke the jar and thought that if the other party really had the heart to deal with the students, then she would not be able to resist.

If the other party has no intention of dealing with the student, then why should she resist?

So she stood here with a rather calm expression.

"I heard you're a half-blood," Professor Quirrell looked at her approvingly, his voice almost whispering, "Half-blood, it's rare to have such a good performance." ”

As everyone knows.

Oh no, all readers who have read the book know: the Dark Lord is also a half-blood, and he was also abandoned in an orphanage, and even the same parents are ominous.

At the very least, the first half of his student career was ominous.

"No, Professor." Lin An looked at him and was incredibly calm: "Most likely, I'm just a Muggle." ”

Professor Quirrell's expression was obviously a little surprised, but Lin An said bluntly, "I don't think the bloodline is of any use at all. ”

"Whether I'm strong enough or not is not determined by bloodline."

The Dark Lord is obsessed with bloodlines, obsessed with becoming a demon, and he doesn't necessarily succeed much.

Professor Quirrell smiled, a smile that resembled the smirk that everyone in Slytherin would have, only pulling at the surface of the flesh, and not even moving the under-eye muscles.

"Then let me see how strong you are when you think you are a Muggle offspring......

He took a step back, then stretched out his wand like lightning.

The Slytherin students, who couldn't hear each other clearly, were in a hurry.

Even Draco had a solemn expression, as he noticed that Lin An's expression was more serious than ever.

"Then, the famous genius Miss Lin An, I will make an armor talisman charm for yourself, you can use everything you have learned to do everything you can to hurt me."

"Professor Quirrell!"

Draco stood up, "We've just started school. ”

Professor Quirrell only glanced at him lightly, and subconsciously, Draco sat down with a pale face.

And the people on the stage just stammered in a pale and weak voice: "One...... A Malfoy. ”

"Professor!" Lin An raised his hand, and the eight-and-a-half-inch ebony wand was held steadily, interrupting his sigh: "I'm ready." ”

"So ......"

Professor Quirrell's voice rang out, "Protegos." ”

Something was surging in the air, and then an invisible layer of armor formed in mid-air, completely enveloping him.

That's what can bounce off all the damage -

Armor amulet.