Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Although Kangna successfully conjured buttons, her buttons still had beetle legs, which looked like a stunted turtle from a distance. ☞♦

"puff……"

Kyle couldn't help but laugh.

Kangna covered her half-transformed beetle and said angrily, "Why are you laughing? Maybe you are not as good as me!"

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

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

The little wizards around them suddenly exclaimed. They didn't expect that someone would complete the request so quickly.

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

"Ten points to Hufflepuff!"

Kyle turned his head and shrugged at Connor.

"..."

Kangna blushed angrily and turned her head away from him.

It was not until the end of get out of class that Kangna finally succeeded in turning her beetle into a button.

As a reward, Professor McGonagall exempted them from homework, and everyone else had to submit a paper at least two feet long before the next class.

After leaving the classroom, Mikel's face turned pale and he kept repeating what Professor McGonagall just said.

The normal work of more than ten inches is torture enough, but two feet... This is simply killing him!

Mikel turned his head and looked at Kyle with hope in his eyes: "Help me...you must lend me this assignment..."

"Feel sorry."

Kyle couldn't bear it, but he still reached out and patted his shoulder and said, "Have you forgotten? I don't have to write it."

The light in Mikel's eyes disappeared instantly.

After Transfiguration, it was Defense Against the Dark Arts that everyone was looking forward to.

Although Oren is a dark wizard, I have to say that his practical lessons are indeed very attractive. It only took him one school year to successfully make the young wizards have a strong interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The classroom Professor Quirrell chose was on the third floor. It was a narrow room, far less spacious than last year.

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

After arriving in the classroom, everyone felt a thump in their hearts and had a bad premonition.

After Professor Quirrell walked in, this premonition became even stronger.

Whose serious professor smells like garlic all over his body?

And the flavor is very strong, as if garlic has been refined into essence.

Several students immediately covered their noses and wanted to open the windows, but Professor Quirrell stopped them.

"No...you can't open the window."

Professor Quirrell stammered: "I...when I solved...a resurrected zombie during the summer vacation, I was...cursed by him and cannot be blown by the wind."

As he spoke, he pointed to his big scarf.

"This is... the gift given to me by the African prince I rescued. It can... protect me very well."

Resurrected zombie?

The little wizards suddenly became interested.

Katie Bell from Gryffindor asked curiously: "Professor Quirrell, what do the resurrected zombies look like."

"It has... fangs several inches long, its body is like... steel, and it is also... immune to magic spells... very scary!"

"Wow~~"

Everyone immediately exclaimed, and when they looked at Professor Quirrell, their eyes looked different.

new

It has a body like steel and is immune to spells... Even an Auror would find it difficult to deal with this kind of creature.

I didn't expect that the clown-like professor in front of me was actually such a powerful master.

The little wizards looked at Professor Quirrell with admiration, and it seemed that even the strong garlic smell on his body was no longer so unpleasant.

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

Someone swore: "What this creature fears most is garlic. It must be true."

Professor Quirrell glanced at him with some surprise, then nodded silently.

This was a good reason, much better than he thought.

"Professor Quirrell."

At this time, Katie asked again: "The resurrected zombie is so powerful. How did you defeat it? Can you tell us?"

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

Professor Quirrell's face turned red and he said vaguely: "Just like that, and then again like this... This... involves a very profound... magic, after all... you don't understand it either."

Looking at Professor Quirrell, whose speech was vague and unable to speak a word for a long time, everyone's eyes changed again.

This expression almost clearly told everyone that he was lying.

Katie refused to give up and asked again: "It's okay, Professor, just tell me. If we don't understand the curse, 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, that's fine."

…

Professor Quirrell's face turned even redder. He held it in for a long time, ignored everyone's words, and turned to look out the window.

"I don't like... the weather in England, it rains too much... Romania is fine."

Now, the guess was confirmed.

Needless to say, Professor Quirrell must have lied just now. He must not have encountered any resurrected zombies.

Everyone was extremely disappointed. Although they thought that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor might not be reliable, they didn't expect that a liar would come directly.

And he’s also a liar who likes garlic.

This is not as good as Oren.

Everyone suddenly lost interest in listening to the class and began to make small moves underneath.

Some write letters, some make up for homework, and some play with toads...

Professor Quirrell saw all these, but he said nothing. He just took the "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide" and read the contents according to the script.

Those who didn't know thought that Professor Binns had fallen in love with him.

As Kyle listened, he began to feel sleepy, and for a moment, he actually began to miss Oren.

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

Kyle kept his spirits up and finally made it to the end of get out of class.

"It's too bad." During lunch, Connor couldn't help complaining: "I don't understand why the principal let him be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Maybe we really can't find anyone." Cedric thought for a while and said, "As you know, there has always been a shortage of professors for this course."

"But you can't just read from the textbook."

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

"This..." Cedric opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He suddenly felt that this sentence really made sense.