Dumbledore shrugged helplessly.

Every wizard has a more or less strange temper, and Professor Quirrell is not alone in his emotional class.

Of course, as Headmaster, he dared to assure outsiders that the professors in Hogwarts were good-tempered.

Well, except for Severus.

However, he is first and foremost the head of Slytherin, and cannot be considered too much of a teacher.

The little wizards walked quietly towards the classroom.

Ron had just woken up when he grabbed Harry and Hermione and whispered, "Can we sit in the back this time?" ”

Hermione thought for a moment and agreed.

Ron glanced at Hermione in surprise, not expecting the studious to be the one to approve.

He was also going to persuade Harry to have a "minority obey the majority".

Hermione rolled her eyes and accosted Ron.

Of course she would agree.

Mainly because Harry is usually very kind to people, and rarely is so targeted.

She also wanted to ask secretly in the back of the classroom.

"Mr. Potter, please come to the front row." Quirreppi said with a non-grin, and then, as if afraid that Harry would not agree, he gave a very good reason.

"I heard that you are substitute teaching with Professor McGonagall, and my first time teaching, I may not be well prepared, and it is exactly what a good student like you needs to supplement."

"Gryffindors are good students who are helpful, am I right?"

Harry smiled again, but it wasn't him who gave Quirrell the answer, it was Dumbledore.

"Mr. Potter, I think Professor Quirrell has a point." He winked at Harry, "I think you can earn more points for Gryffindor." ”

"Dean Minerva will be very pleased."

Harry looked Dumbledore in the eye seriously, but saw nothing.

He nodded at Dumbledore and headed for the first row.

The Gryffindors burst into applause at Harry.

Slytherin Goyle and Crabbe applauded, which was noticeably more sincere than the other Slytherins.

Although these little snakes are proud and disdainful of ordinary people.

But for someone like Harry, they are still willing to give the most basic respect.

Not everyone is as dead as Malfoy, as if they were taking pills.

Hermione watched Harry pass by, unable to put her mind at ease, and she hurriedly followed.

Ron scratched his head a little irritably, "No matter, shame on you." ”

He stubbornly followed Hermione, and there were some sure compliments in his ears.

"Worthy of the Three Musketeers of Gryffindor!"

"I feel like Professor Quirrell is about to become the second person to be conquered by them."

"That's right, I'm sure there won't be a teacher who doesn't like them."

"Really? I don't think we'll be the dean. ”

"You mean the legendary Mr. Snape? Not...... That's a bit harder. ”

Ron lowered his head when he heard these words.

He is very clear about how many pounds and taels he has.

However, this feeling is really good, at least the family rarely praises him so much.

Alas, it would have lasted a little longer.

Let's hope Professor Quirrell doesn't ask him questions. Ron thought with a glimmer of hope.

"Alright, let's start class." Professor Quirrell straightened his voice, and he glanced slowly and solemnly at the classroom, as if he were looking at the great fortune he had built.

The desk behind him is his throne.

Quirrell couldn't help but think back to the days when he was the Dark Lord.

On the obsidian-carved skull throne, the Death Eaters were all trembling and prostrate on the ground.

Only a few dared to look up to him, but the fanatical gaze they radiated only made him think that these were the most useful tools.

He had no interest in communicating with his tools, and the Death Eaters referred to it as supreme authority.

Quirrell looked at the energetic and inquisitive little faces, and inexplicably felt that the original throne was too cold and hard, and it was really not as comfortable as standing now.

It would have been better if Dumbledore had sat prominently in the last row.

However, it would be nice to teach them better defense against the dark arts, and they would be able to avoid persecution by the dark wizards......

Quirrell was stunned.

He's a dark wizard!

There is a saying that the apprentice was taught, and the master starved to death.

If he taught this group of young wizards to be blue, how could he rule the wizarding world again?

Death Eaters who are so murderous will surely be imprisoned in Azkaban by these little wizards, where can his men find them?

It's good to put them in Azkaban, though...... Wait a minute!

Quirrell felt like his brain was in disarray, damn Russell, what the hell is this spell?

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply used the ultimate sober strategy - a slap in the face to himself.

The results are remarkable.

He himself sobered up.

The little wizards felt like they were on pins and needles, especially Ron.

This teacher even beats himself, if he can't answer his question, will he be beaten even harder?

Ron swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and whispered to Hermione and Harry, "I said, if I'm asked a question in a moment, you'll have to help me." ”

The corners of Hermione's mouth twitched, and she glared at Ron, "Are you crazy?" Professors can hear what we say now! ”

"Oh. Remember to take me to the school infirmary, Harry, Hermione, my mom will be grateful for you. ”

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Quirrell was finally freed from the effects of Russell's spell, all thanks to his powerful soul, and of course some physical factors were not excluded.

However, he could feel that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to rule out the effects of Russell's spell.

His soul needs to be strengthened, if he doesn't want to be a rotten good guy who only knows how to tease Dumbledore.

Only the souls of other Horcruxes can be merged temporarily.

Quirrell has come up with a solution, as long as he uses his own soul to delay the full explosion of the spell, he will definitely find a solution!

Quirrell smiled confidently, and the red slap marks on his face became much more cheerful.

Ron was even more desperate.

If there's anything worse than meeting a ruthless teacher, it's meeting a teacher who is both ruthless and neurotic.

Hopefully Harry and Hermione will have time to stop the professor from going berserk so he can have a whole corpse.

In this way, maybe you can spend time with your parents and family in a different way, such as becoming a ghoul or something......

"Ahem!" Quirrell's voice startled Dumbledore, who was about to drink coffee.

Dumbledore put down his glass somewhat unnaturally, his eyes focused on Quirrell.

Quirrell nodded in satisfaction and said, "It's been more than ten days since you came to Hogwarts. ”

"I'm sure you've already studied some of the Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons."

Quirrell's tone was a bit harsh, but penetrating, and everyone in the room seemed to feel him speaking in their own ears.

Seeing the little wizards nodding their heads, Ron covered his face with his hands, feeling like he was dragging all the first-year students back.

But can he be blamed for this?

He hadn't eaten all the Hogwarts meals yet!

"For some special reasons, I didn't bring some teaching materials in the first class, which makes me a little bit regretful."

"However, I'll make up for it in the next lesson, and this time, let's familiarize ourselves with the Defence Against the Dark Arts process first."

"First question, how do we fend off a vampire who is suffering from blood thirst?"

Nope

(End of chapter)