"Oh my God! Is this school?! ”

At dinner, Fred and George slapped themselves on the table, looking listless.

For these little wizards who have not experienced elementary school education, a day of non-stop classes can indeed be called a disaster.

The history of magic class, in particular, was already more painful in Lee Jordan's mouth than his father's whip.

Carl was better, he was also confused by the ghost professor in the last class, and he remembered that his notes were a mess, but this was not the first time he had encountered such a teacher.

Whether it is the world of ordinary people or the world of wizards, there will always be such teachers, and their voices are the strongest hypnotic magic.

"So what do you do after dinner?" Carl asked. "I'm going to check it out at the library."

As soon as he heard the book, Fred and George covered their ears together, and their faces showed even more pain.

"Spare me, Carl." Fred said, he thought about it, and suddenly sat up, looking excited, "Let's go on an adventure!" Secret Passages! Chamber! ”

His proposal received praise from both George and Lee Jordan.

Walking through the hall full of calamity, laughter and playfulness of new students, at Karl's suggestion, they started from the second floor and worked their way up to search for the magic paintings and the traps behind the tapestries.

Along the way, they really found a secret passage that led to the sixth floor.

And they can make sure that the Hogwarts paintings don't contain mechanisms to attack the students—otherwise the portraits that think they're messing up their lives would have attacked them a long time ago, instead of shouting for a duel, the joke you're waiting for.

Among them, a knight on the seventh floor who led a gray horse about the size of a donkey was the most irritable.

On more than one occasion, he tried to mount the pony, which was no taller than him, and dashed out of the portrait and plunged his wand into Karl's mouth.

This adventure is eventually interrupted by a nasty person.

"What are you guys doing!"

A middle-aged man with loose hair, a thin face representing meanness, and a somewhat scruffy brown robe strode towards the four.

His eyes were like two light bulbs, and that was because they had puffed out after a long stay up late.

When he saw the magic paintings that had been flipped, the excitement on his face flashed: "Ha! Nasty first-year freshman imp! ”

The middle-aged man licked his lips: "Gryffindor students, what are you doing?" ”

The four of them gathered and looked at each other, and Carl stepped up and said, "We're getting acquainted with the school, sir." ”

It was an excuse they had come up with a long time ago, provided by George, who specialized in it.

"Familiar with the school?" The middle-aged man's eyes rolled, "By harassing the magic painting, the way to mess up the school decoration?" ”

"Sir, we didn't harass the magic paintings, nor did we mess with the decorations. We've all sorted it out. Karl asked politely.

"Tidying up?" The school administrator named Filch was dismissive of this, "Look, is that what it looks like?!" Now you guys and I go to the office! ”

Karl looked back and saw that there was nothing messy nearby, and if he had to say, it was probably the portrait of the Grey Horse Knight.

Because he was too noisy, Karl gave him a little education - dyeing his brilliant golden hair and beard green with a spell.

After this, he sat on the ground and cried out of a puddle, and his gray horse ran to the other portraits early.

"If you're talking about the knight." Carl said slowly, "We just played a little joke with him. ”

"Hah! A little joke! Filch scoffed. You're destroying the school's precious portraits! First-year students! ”

"Come with me!" Again, he emphasized. "Now!"

"Mr. Filch?" Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind him. A shy young man who looked to be in his twenties, and his hair had begun to thin.

"What's wrong?"

Filch looked at the young man gloomily, "I'm about to punish some students who have broken the school rules, Professor Quirrell. ”

"Violation······ Breaking school rules? Quirrell looked at the four and stuttered a little, "Oh! Can be ······ Mercy ······ Sir Cadogan. ”

Quirrell raised his wand and unleashed Carl's magic with a flick.

"Nice spell." He smiled shyly.

"Mr. Filch, this matter ······ I said, ······· Well, can you, um, leave it to me? It's not a big deal, is it? But a little nervous, Quirrell stumbled.

Filch's face was very ugly, as if he had been robbed of his beloved toy, and he glanced at everyone hatefully, and then he said, "Of course, you are already a professor." ”

When Filch rushed away, Quirrell's face flushed, and he let out a sigh of relief and patted his chest, looking like he was the rest of his life.

"Carl Turinus?" Quirrell asked.

Carl was a little surprised, he didn't expect the young professor in front of him to know him.

"I'm Quirrell Quirrell, you can call me Quirrell." Professor Quirrell smiled at him. "The Muggle Studies teacher. I'm currently studying with Professor Caro - actually, I'm interested in Defence Against the Dark Arts, and if nothing else, I should be taking over the course in two years' time. ”

As a young teacher who had just graduated and started working, if Professor Carl hadn't been mentioned by Professor Caro, Quirrell wouldn't have gotten involved in Filch's punishment of the students.

During his school days, Filch was the big trouble that all the students walked around.

This was especially true for the introverted Quirrell, who knows how much courage he mustered.

From Quirrell, Carl and the others learned something about Filch:

He is the least popular person in this school, and he and his cat, Lady Loris, always patrol around looking for students who break the rules, and then give them some punishment.

For Filch, it's not just his profession, it's more likely his hobby, his only entertainment.

"It's like a cat catching a mouse. Sometimes it's either for food, or for fun. Quirrell explained, "If you get caught, then admit defeat and accept punishment." If he doesn't catch you, he'll be very uncomfortable. This is a rule handed down by many teenagers, a delicate balance. ”

"Isn't he really a dark wizard?" Lee Jordan muttered.

His words made all three of his roommates laugh at the same time.

Fred whistled, "He must be a dark wizard." ”

"So, we can't give in." George added. "We will fight evil to the end."

"I think we still have to be careful." Carr said.

Carl's words made Quirrell nod his head repeatedly.

"Carl!" Fred and George cried out in dissatisfaction.

"We only have to be careful enough not to get caught by him." Carl added with a smile.

As an introverted teacher, Quirrell could only smile wryly at the increasingly excited four.

He regretted helping Carl a little.