Connor managed to conjure the buttons, but she still had the legs of a beetle on them, and she looked like a stunted turtle from afar.

"Poof......

Kyle couldn't help but laugh.

Connor covered her half-transformed beetle and said angrily, "What are you laughing at, maybe you're not as good as me!" ”

Kyle didn't speak, just waved his wand lightly.

The beetle on his desk instantly turned into a delicate button with a turtle motif.

The surrounding little wizards suddenly let out a burst of exclamations, they didn't expect someone to complete the request so quickly.

Professor McGonagall seemed surprised, but she quickly nodded in satisfaction, picked up the button and showed it to the class, giving Kyle a rare smile.

"Hufflepuff plus ten!"

Kyle turned his head and shrugged at Connor.

“……”

Connor's face flushed in exasperation and she turned her head away from looking at him again.

It wasn't until the end of class that Connor finally managed to turn her beetle into a button.

As a reward, Professor McGonagall exempted them from their assignments, while the others, had to turn in a paper at least two feet long before the next class.

After leaving the classroom, Mikel's face turned pale, and his mouth kept repeating Professor McGonagall's words.

Usually those dozen inches of homework are enough to torture, two feet ...... It's like killing him!

Mikel turned his head and looked at Kyle with hope in his eyes, "Help me...... You must borrow me to copy this homework......"

"I'm sorry."

Kyle couldn't bear it, but he reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Have you forgotten, I don't have to write it." ”

The light in Mikel's eyes disappeared in an instant.

After the Transfiguration class, it's time for the Defence Against the Dark Arts that everyone is looking forward to.

Although Oron is a dark wizard, it has to be said that his practical lessons are indeed very attractive, and it only took him one academic year to successfully get the young wizards to take a strong interest in Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Professor Quirrell's chosen classroom was on the third floor, a cramped room, far less spacious than last year's.

And there is only one window in the whole room, which makes it very dark even in broad daylight.

When they arrived in the classroom, everyone sighed and had a bad premonition.

When Professor Quirrell walked in, the hunch was even stronger.

Who's a serious professor with a smell of garlic all over his body!

And the flavor is still very strong, as if the garlic has become fine.

Several of the students immediately covered their noses and tried to go and open the window, but Professor Quirrell stopped them.

"No...... Windows can't be opened. ”

Professor Quirrell stammered, "I...... I settled it over the summer...... When a resurrected zombie was hit, he was hit by his ...... Cursed, not to be blown by the wind. ”

As he spoke, he also pointed to his big scarf.

"That's what it is...... The African prince I saved...... A gift for me, it can be a good ...... Protect me. ”

Resurrected zombies?

The little wizards were immediately interested.

Gryffindor's Katie Bell asked curiously, "Professor Quirrell, what does a resurrected zombie look like?" ”

"It's long...... A few inches long ...... Fangs, body like ...... Like steel, it can still ...... Immunity to enchantments...... It's scary! ”

"Wow~~"

Everyone suddenly let out a burst of exclamation, and when they looked at Professor Quirrell again, their eyes became different.

The body is like steel, and it is immune to spells...... Even the Aurors are hard pressed to deal with this creature.

I didn't expect the clown-like professor in front of me to be such a powerful master.

The little wizards looked at Professor Quirrell with adoration, and it seemed that even the strong smell of garlic on his body was not so unpleasant.

"He must have been trying to drive away the vampire he met on his journey, fearing that the vampire would come back to him."

Someone swore that "the creature is most afraid of garlic, it must be so." ”

Professor Quirrell gave him a look of surprise, then nodded silently.

That's a good reason, much better than he thought.

"Professor Quirrell."

At this time, Katie asked again, "The Resurrection Zombie is so powerful, how did you defeat it, can you tell us about it?" ”

"This ...... I, I ......"

Professor Quirrell's face turned red, and he said vaguely, "That's, that's it, and then that...... It's ...... There are very deep ...... involved. Magic, said ...... They don't understand either. ”

Looking at Professor Quirrell, whose words were vague and he couldn't say a word for a long time, everyone's eyes changed again.

This expression almost clearly told everyone that he was lying.

Katie didn't give up, and asked again: "It's okay professor, just say it, if you don't know how to spell, we can go to the library to look it up." ”

Others chimed in:

"yes, Professor."

"Professor, just tell us."

"Even if it's just a few words."

……

Professor Quirrell's face turned even redder, and he held back for a long time, ignoring everyone's words, and turned his head to look out the window.

"I don't like it...... The weather in the UK, there is too much rain...... Romania is just fine. ”

Now, the speculation was confirmed.

Don't think about it, Professor Quirrell must have lied just now, he must not have encountered any resurrection zombies.

Everyone was disappointed, although they thought that this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor might not be very reliable, but they didn't expect a liar to come directly.

And he's a liar who likes garlic.

It's not as good as Oron.

Everyone suddenly lost interest in listening to the lecture and began to make small movements underneath.

There are those who write letters, those who make up their homework, and those who play with toads......

Professor Quirrell saw it, but he didn't say anything, just holding the book of Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense, and reading it out loud.

I didn't know and thought it was Professor Binns who got on him.

Kyle began to feel sleepy as he listened, and for a moment, he began to miss Oron as well.

They are all dark wizards, why is there such a big gap?

Kyle fought hard and managed to make it to the end of class.

"It's terrible." While eating lunch, Connor couldn't help but complain, "I don't understand why the Headmaster would let him be our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." ”

"I guess I can't find anyone." Cedric thought for a moment and said, "As you know, there has always been a shortage of professors for this course. ”

"But you can't just read textbooks."

Connor still didn't understand, "If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to just find a ghost like Professor Binns, and don't worry about the curse." ”

"This ......," Cedric opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He suddenly felt that this sentence really made sense.

(End of chapter)