Quirrell held out his finger and looked at Harry with a slightly defiant gaze, and then his fingertip slid over Harry and Hermione and landed on Ron.

Looking at Harry's unwavering gaze, Quirrell smiled triumphantly.

As a generation of Dark Lords, Quirrell naturally knew how to destroy a person's will.

Harry Potter's eyes were the same as those of any hard bone he'd ever seen.

However, those people were either desperate to the point of suicide, or knelt down and cried in surrender, without exception.

Why?

Because he can always find the outward weaknesses of those people.

Quirrell was confident that the eleven-year-old Mr. Potter would not escape his grasp, even if he looked like an adult.

"Mr. Weasley, please answer this question." Quirrell said, his eyes looking at Harry curiously.

If I made your best friend sad, would you still have such calm eyes?

Harry didn't speak, just smiled at Quirrell.

This gave Quirrell a slight premonition.

Ron lowered his head and lifted it violently, his fiery red hair flung in the air like exploding fireworks.

"Use Transfiguration to turn the clothes on your body into the freshest garlic!"

Ron spoke as quickly as if he had typed a manuscript.

"Summons a broomstick with the Flying Charm, shines it in the eyes with a flash, and runs away on it when it arrives at you."

Something without a wizard's soul!

The corners of Quirrell's mouth twitched, and he cursed in his heart: Can't you go head-to-head with that kind of garbage?

Admittedly, Ron's answer would most likely allow the young wizards to escape, but ......

Well, maybe that vampire will shift his target the moment he smells of disgusting garlic.

This stupid creature that only likes fresh flesh and blood, even when hungry, doesn't take a mouth on-like garlic.

"That's a good answer, Mr. Weasley." Quirrell said nonchalantly, "I'm surprised that you can summon a spell, which is not something a first-year student can learn. ”

"Because my wizard chess is always lost, Harry taught this spell."

"Why not use other spells? Is it because of other spells? Quirrell narrowed his eyes, as if unintentionally.

The little wizards now have a good face, as long as he refutes-

"Yes, Professor." Ron replied with some embarrassment, "I really wouldn't know anything else. ”

How so?

The answer to this question was the result of Harry following his interest in giving him make-up lessons.

Ron still thinks he can't answer a single question.

I didn't expect Professor Quirrell to mention something he would.

Hey, Professor Quirrell is so nice.

As soon as Ron finished speaking, there was a good-natured laugh around him.

The little wizards were stumped by Professor Quirrell's question.

Vampires are dark creatures that can fight wizards at night with rudimentary spells.

A first-year student like them who can't release a few low-level spells, a dozen is not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

But Ron's response took a different path, opening a new door for them.

Can't beat it? It's okay, I can run.

Even if I can't run, I can disgust you to death!

The little wizards exchanged heads and spoke excitedly.

"The summoning spell is a spell that a fourth-grader can master, right? Ron is amazing. ”

"Yes, I'm going to learn that too. If I do encounter a vampire, I'll summon garlic to smash it. ”

"How is it possible to smash it?"

"My family grows ten acres of garlic, and it's still the kind with a particularly strong flavor."

“…… Okay, lend me a few pounds when the time comes, and I'm going to smash the vampire on a broom. ”

"No problem, I also have a special garlic concentrate, which can smoke a Morat!"

"Oh my God, brother, how much does this cost?"

"If you like, I'll send you."

“……”

The corners of Quirrell's mouth twitched, he looked at the smirkling Ron, exhaled softly, and said:

"Quiet!"

Calming down the noise in the classroom, he went on to ask:

"And Mr. Weasley, what if you come across a ghoul who has eaten human carrion?"

Ron blinked, looking at Quirrell with some gratitude.

Ghoul, he's all too familiar.

There was one living on the top floor of his house, and when he was scared as a child, he was particularly interested in the study of ghouls.

In fact, ghouls are very fond of parasitizing wizards' homes, either on the top floor of an attic or in a barn.

They are sticky, their teeth are flat, they can't even gnaw grass, and even when they see a child of three or four years old, they will only roar and scare twice.

Most wizards who can't afford a high-end pet will keep a ghoul as a pet, and they are not picky eaters, so they are especially economical.

However, ghouls who have eaten carrion are different.

They will evolve into ferocious predators, with sharp teeth and strong flesh, making them more threatening than vampires.

It's about the same as being able to stuff thirty or forty first-graders between their teeth.

However, none of this is difficult for the ghoul expert - Ron Weasley.

"Professor, I'll use the Flying Charm to summon my old ghoul clothes and put them on myself."

"Then, I can summon the black bread made by my mother and smash it on the head, and it will definitely kill it in one blow!"

"Oh, and Daddy's adventure boots that I've worn for ten years but never washed, and I'll put them in front of the ghoul's nose."

"And-"

"Stop!" Quirrell hurriedly interrupted Ron's 'spell casting', and he looked at Ron with a strange face, as if he was looking at an unknown magical animal.

"Mr. Weasley, why do you study ghouls so much?"

"I often sleep with the ghouls in the house." Ron said with a flat face.

The little wizards around were in awe.

Even Hermione admired Ron, she had seen pictures of ghouls.

The ghoul illustrations in the Defence Against the Dark Arts books are like a bunch of rotting aquatic plants that happen to be put together into a human form, and you can smell it through the books.

Those who can sleep with ghouls are real warriors.

Even if you keep a ghoul as a pet, you won't really sleep with it.

Because although they have a docile temperament, they really don't like bathing.

"Very well, Mr. Weasley, you have a very new idea. Ghouls are really not interested in their own kind. Quirrell gave a feeble compliment, then looked at Harry.

The Weasleys are really talented, and it's really a shame to be in the Ministry of Magic.

It's surprising that black bread and leather boots can be used as weapons of destruction.

Quirrell didn't want to waste time on Ron anymore, so he might as well test Harry Potter for the rest of the lesson.

"Mr. Potter, if it were you, how would you deal with a werewolf who is mad under the moon?"

"With the Killing Curse, Professor."

The room fell silent, and Dumbledore stood up in disbelief.

Quirrell looked at him in amazement, both delight and pain.

What a good dark wizard seedling, I, I-

I'm going to teach him the right way with a damn damn degree!

Russell!!

"Mr. Potter, it's not right for you to do that." Quirrell's sad expression didn't seem to be fake, as if what he had cherished and held on all his life was leaving him.

Dumbledore's open mouth slowly closed, he glanced at Quirrell with satisfaction, and sat back down.

"Why, Professor?" Harry asked rhetorically, "This is the most effective solution, when a dark creature threatens the life of a wizard, the wizard can use the Unforgivable Charm." ”

"It's a rule from the Ministry of Magic, Professor. Werewolves under the moon can surprise targets up to ten meters away in a second, and I only have one spell to use. ”

"You can use the Armor Charm, or the Obstacle Charm, kid." Quirrell's expression grew more painful, and his eyes grew more sad.

"But the werewolf's magic resistance is high, Professor, the Unforgivable Charm can break through its magic resistance."

"No, don't think so, kid. The reason why unforgivable spells are strictly forbidden by the Ministry of Magic is that they affect your soul, and they can turn you into bad people. ”

"I see, Professor. Thank you. Harry thanked him sincerely, but his eyes flashed with a hint of amusement when Quirrell looked at him.

"......" Quirrell's pained expression distorted instantly.

The anger of seeing a good talent but not being able to teach, the pleasure of being satisfied with the addiction to good things, and the humiliation of being teased, like clothes in a drum washing machine, spinning madly in his black and white eyes.

"Professor Quirrell, I also think you are a good teacher, and Hogwarts is truly honored to have you to teach."

Dumbledore stood up, clapping as he spoke.

Soon, the classroom remembered the warm applause.

Hehe, hehehehe......

Dumbledore, Harry Potter, yes, that's great!

Quirrell staggered against the desk behind him, his expression both happy and desperate, like a frog about to be cooked in warm water.

Nope

(End of chapter)