This Hogwarts is not normal

Fourth floor, Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

As soon as Quirrell walked in, he was dazzled by three rows of red gold-rimmed masks.

Faced with such a bold act, he walked to the podium with a good attitude.

Without even glancing at the roster, he just opened the textbook.

"Today we are talking about zombies, which are a kind of living dead that exist in southern America.

The characteristics of zombies are that their skin is gray and they emit a rotten smell..."

Seamus below raised his hand.

"Professor, is there any difference between zombies and inferi?"

Quirrell quickly glanced at the textbook and said, "They are all similar magical creatures, and even their weaknesses are basically the same."

Vincent raised his hands expressionlessly.

"Professor, isn't the Inferi created using black magic? Can it really be called a living thing?"

Quirrell's eyes flashed for a moment.

"Is-is that so?"

He stuttered and looked out the window, "Their weaknesses are almost the same - ah, I remembered it wrong."

This is fine for coaxing a child, but far from coaxing Vincent.

"Professor, because zombies have thoughts, you can kill them by crushing their brains.

But how can we kill the mindless Inferi?"

"This -" Quirrell flipped through the textbook quickly in a panic.

"The Inferi—what are the Inferi afraid of..."

The way he talked to himself quickly aroused laughter from the students in the audience.

As a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he actually doesn't even know this kind of knowledge.

Vincent sat down calmly, but his mind was thinking about the deep meaning behind this performance.

Even if the Inferi hasn't been exposed to the first grade classroom yet, one day they will learn its weaknesses.

If Quirrell didn't want to say it, it was because he couldn't.

I don’t want to say it because I have a problem with my performance, but if I can’t say it, it’s probably because of the big cheek on the back of my head.

Is it possible to have both?

As he was looking down and thinking, he didn't notice that the eyes on the podium flashed again.

Don't talk about him, none of the students found out.

Even Hermione, who was frowning, was only focused on whether the professor came through the back door.

"I-I remembered!"

Quirrell closed the textbook very excitedly, "What the Inferi are afraid of is light!"

Vincent in the audience rolled his eyes on the spot.

Zombies can move freely in broad daylight, so their weaknesses are basically the same?

Not only did he have such a reaction, even Draco, who had always been against him, rolled his eyes.

Compared with the pure black magic taught by Durmstrang, what Quirrell taught was really a broken defense.

Although all the little lions are wearing masks and their expressions cannot be seen, their eyes, like those of the little snakes, are enough to prove how bad this class is.

"Ordinary magic spells are also possible."

Quirrell opened the textbook again with some embarrassment, "Next, we - we are going to learn a simple spell."

He held the wand in his hand upside down.

"F-fluorescence flashes!"

Three seconds passed,

Ten seconds passed.

"Professor, you are holding your wand backwards."

He quickly straightened it in panic.

"Zombies are - very scary..."

That big face filled with fear made Vincent frown.

According to the top students who were expelled from Hogwarts,

Dumbledore's important helper against the first Dark Lord,

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" by Newt Scamander,

These disgusting-looking zombies are actually quite cute under certain circumstances.

It is said that a certain Muggle pop king created a dance move that became popular all over the world after accidentally seeing their weird behavior.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

It just so happened that he had this album, and it was a signed limited edition.

The red jacket on his body and his rhythmic walking posture are really difficult to associate with horror.

Vincent held his cheek and focused on Quirrell's lit wand.

This texture,

This degree of directness,

It's not the same alder tree as him.

"Everyone - can give it a try."

"Fluorescent flash——"

The fifteen-inch long alder wand lit up with white light at the tip of the wand in the next second.

Quirrell's eyes widened, "Mr. Wayne, what are you—"

Before she finished speaking, Hermione on the other side also lit her wand.

"Hard-unbelievable."

These two beams of white light seemed to flash to Quirrell.

He moved his big head towards Slytherin, and suddenly looked back in fear.

"Six points for Gryffindor."

Vincent was keenly aware that he glanced at Harry before he stuttered again.

Just when he was about to test further, a blast sound suddenly came from behind him.

No need to think about it, it must have been the blasting wizards in the second row who blew up something again.

"哐——"

Seamus, who had a dark face, hit his forehead on the desk.

Dean, who was no longer as dark as him next to him, stretched out his hand tremblingly.

"Still breathing!"

The students all breathed a sigh of relief.

This master-level explosives genius blew up a cauldron in potions class last week.

"Don't touch me!" Simo suddenly straightened up and wiped his face, "I will definitely succeed!"

Quirrell's big head poked out from under the podium, "Mr. Finnigan, do you—do you need to go to the campus hospital?"

"No, Professor."

Students who were used to seeing big waves felt that the professor who had retreated was quite unreliable.

He looked so timid with only one eye exposed, he couldn't be more timid.

There is such a negative example, Neville recited the spell confidently.

"Fluorescent blinding——"

"Stop!"

Vincent was a step late.

The intense light emitted from the wand made the entire classroom look like a super-powerful light bulb.

"Ah—my eyes!"

The golden retriever student whose eyes had only just recovered from swelling was in tragedy again.

The tears he couldn't help but shed were filled with resentment towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Hogwarts, a prestigious school for thousands of years, has actually been reduced to teaching shabby defense skills.

The bright light goes away just as quickly as it comes.

Vincent, who was squatting under the desk with his head in his hands, was very lucky that his reaction was quick enough.

But even if he hid here for the first time, he was still not as fast as Quirrell on the podium.

Did this person do it on purpose?

Even if they didn't demonstrate the gestures in slow motion, they didn't even provide guidance on pronunciation.

"Da-is everyone okay?"

He still had the face to stick out half of his head.

When the students couldn't see clearly, Vincent found that he slightly loosened his hand holding the wand.

It was obvious that he was pretending on purpose.

Deliberately showing that he is a coward, deliberately showing that he is completely incapable of being a professor.

"Everyone - let's practice freely."

Quirrell sat back, but his whole body shrank.

No matter what idea he or the back of his head was thinking, Vincent's previous judgment was valid.

This Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's methods of disarming people are too crude.

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