After the Transfiguration class, the young wizards are about to face the most interesting class in all of Hogwarts-

Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Quirrell stood in his classroom, his fingers gently stroking the door, and then, with a ruddy face, he walked to his desk and took a deep breath.

"Shhh

Quirrell let out an indescribable sigh, and it wasn't over yet, he was like a rodeo for the first time, his nose against the lectern, leaving every inch of wood with the wet vapor he exhaled.

It didn't take long for the lectern to be sprayed by the tide, and the orange wood color was forced to turn dark brown.

"So fragrant! Shhh

"Defence Against the Dark Arts class, my dream, my beloved, finally, finally got it!"

Quirrell reluctantly left the lectern and made his way to the desk where the young wizards were about to sit down.

His fingers tapped lightly over one table after another, and his eyes burned as if a student was sitting on an empty desk.

"Albus Dumbledore."

"You're also wondering how the teachers of this course can only serve for one year, right? This situation bothers you, right? ”

"That's right, it's my curse, it's your retribution for rejecting me!"

"However, everything is over, and what belongs to me is mine after all, haha!"

Quirrell walked around, then stood in the doorway of the classroom in a smug manner.

He looked at the place where the noise had come from in the distance, and his eyes looked expectant.

"Let me think, what should I teach in the first class? How to deal with vampires, werewolves? No, it's too simple. ”

"Just ask for your life—huh?"

A look of confusion flashed in Quirrell's eyes, and what he had been thinking about suddenly stopped.

Immediately, he reacted.

It's Russell's spell at work!

Is it a bad thing to teach a young wizard to use the most reasonable spells to deal with the lower creatures of darkness?

Quirrell didn't understand, this was the easiest and most effective way to do it!

Do you need to use any armor to protect yourself, all petrified, and there are many obstacles?

Dark creatures are highly resistant to spells, and these less powerful spells hit them like gua sha.

With these little spells to exhaust the dark creatures, the wizard who casts the Unforgivable Spell will have time to go home and cook a big meal.

Quirrell sneered, but didn't give up teaching because of Russell's interference.

It was the first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson he had been waiting for!

He must not only teach well, but also teach beautifully!

Quirrell rubbed his chin with his hand, and was thinking about his teaching ideas, when his eyes suddenly saw the wizard's team.

It was that Dumbledore who was in the lead!

Quirrell immediately felt his enthusiasm for teaching surge, and he couldn't finish his energy.

The last time he felt this way was when he was going to use his newly awakened magic to steal money from the director of the welfare home.

Dumbledore!

Let you see what it means to be an unassailable master of the defense of the dark arts!

You can't imagine that someone you've rejected can teach students in front of you, right?

Quirrell suddenly felt a steady stream of happiness welling up from his heart.

He almost couldn't help but dance in place.

Russell!

It occurred to Quirrell that Russell had asked him to tease Dumbledore as much as he could.

He didn't expect that the negative effects of this kind of teasing idea generation would be even more powerful than the addiction of doing good deeds.

Although he was inclined to do so, he knew that he must not be controlled by Russell's spell.

He's going to fight!

While Quirrell was settling his faith, Dumbledore had come to him.

"Professor Quirrell?" Dumbledore looked at Quirrell as he gritted his teeth and frowned.

The self-recruited Defence Against the Dark Arts professor did not exude suspicious magical fluctuations.

But why is he like this?

Could it be—

He didn't prepare for class?

Dumbledore was still very good at saving face, he took two quick steps and whispered in Quirrell's ear, "Professor Quirrell, are you a little nervous?" ”

The long-lost rebellious psychology in Quirrell's heart exploded in an instant.

"No, I'm not nervous, I'm just here, thinking about how to teach the class well!"

Dumbledore made a 'sudden realization' expression, he bowed slightly, and said seriously, "You are really a responsible teacher, Professor Quirrell. ”

"I thought you weren't prepared, I'm so sorry, I apologize for what I just thought."

"It's okay." Quirrell looked at Dumbledore's expression and pretended to be relaxed.

Joyfully!

The fly in the ointment is that the bonus to Russell's spell is a bit too strong.

Quirrell shrunk his hips slightly, borrowing a wide wizard's robe to hide the ugliness of his lower body.

Voldemort, the master of spells, certainly knew what level of physical reaction he was.

It's just that he didn't expect that this kind of stimulation of male and female love would be on Dumbledore.

It must be the damn Russell!

Quirrell pursed his lips, and his mouth was a little dry, and he could only focus on the young wizard behind Dumbledore.

He wanted to distract himself, and then he saw Harry Potter in his dreams.

Those jade-colored, jewel-like eyes were the same as they were more than ten years ago.

The growth of human beings will more or less complicate their eyes, just like a lake will become turbid after experiencing rain, snow, wind and frost.

However, this law doesn't seem to apply to Harry.

His eyes were as hellish pure as a baby!

This made him inevitably think of the scene where he saw himself being killed by his own spell in the baby's ignorant eyes.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell, my name is Harry Potter." Harry looked at Quirrell, his eyes staring at him, not letting go of the slightest mood swing in him.

Russell told Harry everything.

At this time, it is the time to collect the debt for the biological parents!

"The whole world thinks that the mystery man was defeated by a baby who is incapable of resisting, Professor Quirrell, what do you think?"

Quirrell's eyes narrowed.

Naturally, the great Dark Lord would not be defeated by cubs who couldn't even understand milk.

"I think you're right, the strength of the mysterious man is recognized, and it is naturally impossible for him to be defeated by a baby."

Hermione looked at the smiling Harry a little strangely.

Familiar with her little boyfriend's personality, she knew that Harry, who provoked a 30-degree smile on the corner of his mouth, was just when he was ready to trick people.

But where did the Hogwarts teacher offend him?

When the other little wizards heard the mysterious man, they all shuddered and gathered together.

Only Ron, who was still immersed in the success of Transfiguration, and Hermione, who was thinking about logic, were still by Harry's side.

Dumbledore looked at Harry suspiciously, and although he didn't understand, he didn't interrupt Harry.

The kid needed him to guide him, but he had to know Harry's logic first.

This man in particular was Harry, whom Professor McGonagall had praised so many times.

"Professor Quirrell, there were only Mystics and my parents present at the time, so excluding that incapable baby, can I think that it was my parents who defeated the Mystery?"

Ridiculous idea!!

Professor Quirrell's bald head was red.

Stupid Gryffindor, the thing about your stupidity is that everyone can see the word stupid in your face!

"Professor Quirrell, I think Harry has a point, and as far as I know, the Potters are brave and wise men."

Aha!

The Dark Lord, whom no one dared to resist, was defeated by two mediocre wizards?

Quirrell laughed silently, then shook his hand and entered the classroom.

If I don't deduct Gryffindor's points today, I won't be called Voldemort!

"All come to class!"

Nope.

Today I have diarrhea, and there is only one chapter

(End of chapter)