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"Quack--"

Almost ten seconds had passed.

The sound did not weaken.

Instead, it became louder and more miserable.

It was like a wail from the depths of the soul.

It was creepy.

But Quirrell did not seem to want to let it go.

His expression became more and more enjoyable.

Deverot could feel that the power of the Cruciatus Curse was gradually increasing!

He was learning more and more!

A girl turned pale.

Her hands were clenched into fists.

Her nails were deeply embedded in her palms.

Her eyes were full of fear and sympathy.

But she did not dare to step forward to stop it.

She could only watch the scene helplessly.

Most of the classmates also reacted like her.

Just then.

Wells suddenly stood up.

His eyes were full of anger.

He shouted loudly.

"Stop!"

He then threw the thick textbook in his hand at Quirrell fiercely.

Trying to interrupt him from casting the spell.

However, the book had just flown into the air.

Bang!

It was smashed into pieces by a swift spell.

Paper scraps flew everywhere.

Everyone turned their heads in shock.

They saw Marcus, Quirrell's assistant.

He was holding his wand.

He stared coldly at Wells.

At this time, the toad's screams stopped.

Quirrell finally stopped the Cruciatus Curse.

He turned around leisurely.

A sneer appeared on his face.

But in an instant, his face became friendly.

As if the cruel scene just now had never happened.

At this time.

[Ding! ]

[New spell has been stored! ]

Deverot's mouth curled up.

The Cruciatus Curse is in hand!

But he didn't have time to check it carefully.

He was attracted by Quirrell's strange words and deeds.

Quirrell leaned slightly on the podium.

He looked at everyone.

There was a sense of oppression in his eyes.

He seemed to enjoy the fearful expressions of the crowd.

It was totally unlike what Quirrell would do!

"How is it, students, did you see it clearly?"

Quirrell asked gently.

His voice was emotionless.

Not even as sharp as usual.

It was as if he was explaining the most ordinary magic course.

As he waved his wand gently.

The scraps of paper scattered on the ground gathered and stitched together.

In an instant, the thick textbook was restored to its original state.

Slowly floated back into Wells' hands.

Wells took the book with both hands.

His lips were pursed and pale.

But he didn't say anything else.

Then Quirrell reached out and pressed down Marcus's still straight arm.

"Relax, Marcus, it seems that your new wand is very suitable."

Marcus nodded slightly and stepped down from the podium.

Devereux was surprised to hear this.

Yes! Didn't Professor Flitwick take Marcus's wand away?

Then where did the wand Marcus was holding now come from?

And Quirrell's current behavior was very strange.

Deveraux looked up at Quirrell.

His eyes narrowed slightly at this moment.

The corners of his mouth were raised.

A row of neat teeth were revealed.

Like a fox that had just captured its prey.

He straightened his back.

His shoulders spread back.

The whole person looked particularly tall.

It was as if he had grown a few centimeters taller in an instant.

This performance was too confident, not like the timid Quirrell at all?

Could it be that the Cruciatus Curse just now made him regain some of the feeling of being a Death Eater?

And at this moment.

Quirrell still looked like that, scanning every student in the classroom.

Suddenly he looked out the window.

His face suddenly changed.

His neck was immediately retracted.

His expression also became restrained.

The back that had just straightened up hunched down again.

He hurriedly opened the textbook in his hand.

"Um, everyone... open the book to page... seventy-four, yes, seventy-four."

While saying this, his eyes kept glancing out the window.

How could Deveraux not see such an obvious action?

He also looked out the window suddenly.

But except for a few owls flying quickly.

There was nothing.

Back to the classroom.

Quirrell started his signature boring theory class teaching again.

As the [King of Exams], Deveraux had memorized the contents of the textbook "Encountering Faceless Monsters" to be used this time as early as last week.

Continuing to listen to Quirrell's class was really torture for him.

Even Deveraux felt that he was much better at speaking than Quirrell's timid teaching style now.

The confident look just now seemed like an illusion.

There was no trace of this Quirrell in front of him.

Therefore, the students' attitude towards Quirrell returned to the same as it was at the beginning.

At this time, someone dared to take a photoPat Wells on the shoulder.

To show his admiration for his bravery.

Wells was naturally very pleased.

He held his head high throughout the class.

But fortunately Quirrell made a few previews.

In the next few weeks.

They will talk about the Inferi, the methods of resisting the Imperius Curse and Dementors respectively.

When Deveraux heard about the methods of resisting Dementors.

His eyes lit up.

Isn't that the Patronus Charm?

Oh, this is the spell that Deveraux is most looking forward to learning.

He has long wanted to know what his Patronus is.

"But after this class, didn't I plan to report Quirrell as a Death Eater and bring Voldemort to the school?"

Thinking of this, Deveraux scratched his head.

When Quirrell was talking about the theory just now, he also said that he would demonstrate the three unforgivable curses again during the final review.

That means Deveraux still has a chance to learn the Killing Curse.

Including the Patronus Charm that will be learned later.

He really wanted to learn these spells.

If he was really caught.

Who would come to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

Deveraux was a little worried that Dumbledore would not ask the professor to come later.

Even if he did.

According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic.

Then the study of the Killing Curse would probably be ruined.

Just as Deveraux was struggling.

Quirrell suddenly turned to Marcus and said.

"Marcus, please help me get the big caliper that was placed in the office before. I need it here. By the way, bring the paper bag on my desk."

Marcus nodded dully.

Ran out the door.

Looking at his friend's back.

Deveraux took a deep breath.

In the end, he planned to report Quirrell after this class!

Can't let his friend sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire!

"It's okay. There's plenty of time to study after the spell. I still have to stay in this school for seven years. There's no rush."

After confirming the next plan, Deveraux turned his attention back to the two unforgivable curses he had just obtained.

[Spell Library: Imperius (Beginner), Cruciatus (Beginner)]

Looking at the contents of the spell library.

Deveraux frowned.

It was quite convenient for him to practice the Imperius Curse.

He had Al, hehe.

But Deveraux couldn't bear to try the Cruciatus Curse on Al.

After all, he was his only capable helper in storage.

If Al died early, Deveraux would have nowhere to cry.

So Deveraux had to think carefully about this person to practice with.

Dong! Dong!

Deveraux came back to his senses.

It was Quirrell who knocked on the blackboard twice.

He took out a paper bag from under the podium.

It should be what Marcus brought to him just now.

"Dear students, you will take the N.E.W.T.K exams next year, and everyone has come from O.W.Ls, so you should know their importance. So starting from this week, we will arrange a quiz in every class."

Suddenly there was a wailing in the classroom.

Students' aversion to exams is engraved in their bones.

Deveraux was not panicked at all.

After all, there is the entry of [King of Exams].

He can get the answers to all the questions almost in an instant.

It's just that his hand speed is limited.

So it takes more than ten minutes to complete.

And Wells saw Deveraux's casual expression.

He didn't feel nervous at all.

He couldn't help but sneer.

He said to his companion next to him.

"I tell you, this kid in this grade can't do a single question. I just saw him in a daze for the whole class, as if he was very impatient with what the teacher was saying. Haha, I said he was a fool."

The people around him nodded and said yes.

They also saw Deveraux's performance.

It was obvious that they had already disenchanted this legendary little hero who could fight against the dark wizards.

They felt that he was nothing special.

He was just like an ordinary first-year student.

Uh.

It was indeed arrogant to ride a horse into the classroom.

Then.

Ten minutes later.

They stared in amazement as Deveraux put down the smoking quill.

He walked up to the podium with the hot parchment and handed it to Quirrell.