This Hogwarts is not normal

Early on Saturday morning, Quirrell got up in a happy mood.

As soon as he wrapped the headscarf and opened the door, Vincent's big face came over.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell."

He smiled reluctantly, "Wei - Wayne, you, you - why are you here?"

"I have some learning problems."

"Yes - that's right."

Quirrell leaned forward slightly, and Seamus' little head squeezed in.

Following behind were first-year students such as Harry and Ron.

Except for Hermione, all the Gryffindor freshmen of this class are here.

The originally small office became crowded in an instant.

Quirrell's entire face was confused.

The reason I got up so early today was because I planned to go to Diagon Alley to buy a new wand.

But looking at this battle, I'm afraid they won't be able to leave unless their problems are solved.

"Professor, we all want to learn some magic to deal with dark wizards."

Vincent blinked his big eyes, "We are all first-year wizards, and we are powerless to resist when we encounter a mysterious person."

fart!

Quirrell cursed inwardly.

This man pulls out a gun and shoots when he meets someone. Does this mean he has no resistance?

"Of course - of course."

"Great!" Seamus excitedly took out his wand.

Although his level is a bit low, he is still a serious professor.

"Can you - don't point it at me?" Quirrell tilted his head to avoid the wand in his hand.

"Sorry." Seamus turned his hand over and pointed again accidentally.

The wand almost touched the turban.

"Let's go somewhere else - somewhere else."

"OK!"

A large group of little wizards Wu Yangyang followed behind Quirrell.

"Master, what do they want to do?"

"Quirinas, don't disturb my rest -"

Quirrell turned back and glanced at Vincent who was smiling.

The cunning Batman is targeting him again.

Catwoman is not here, so Nightwing and Robin probably have more to do.

He opened the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and moved the podium away with his hands somewhat bitterly.

"Professor, don't you use magic?"

"That's it - it's just a small thing."

His trembling did not come from fear, but from anger towards this person.

Everyone uses alder wands, and no one can win over them in a head-to-head confrontation.

insidious!

Vincent flicked his wand, "Professor, how about I help you?"

Yugardim Leviosa——"

Those floating desks seemed to be mocking Quirrell's incompetence.

Voldemort didn't need to remind him, he knew what the students were thinking.

Especially Seamus, whose face was full of disdain, and even questioned Vincent with his eyes.

"He is a professor after all. He always has some merits."

Quirrell couldn't understand the awkward expression, but he could understand the provocation in those blue eyes.

Voldemort knew a more advanced wandless spell-casting technique than the Levitation Charm, but even if he was willing to teach him, he wouldn't be able to learn it in a short time.

Just lie down and let yourself be laughed at.

"Wai-Wayne, actually I still have something to do."

Vincent looked at the alder wand held in his hand.

The wizarding world has basically zero information about Voldemort.

No real name,

I don’t know how to do magic,

Not even what year of Hogwarts I attended.

This point about being a master of Legilimency was all something he had guessed.

The reason why Hermione was not allowed to come was very simple. It was simply because she wanted to initially determine whether she was a natural master and avoid exposing too many follow-up arrangements in advance.

"Professor, please demonstrate a simple spell. I can learn it very quickly."

"O-okay."

Quirrell, ready to be embarrassed, pointed his wand at him.

"Armor protection——"

The posture and pronunciation were very standard, but nothing happened.

"Haha." Seamus raised his little head proudly.

He's a bit good at it, but at least he can blow up something every time.

Ron was whispering to Harry next to him.

"This level is worse than the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

Although their armor spell is incredibly weak, at least it has a specific shape."

Harry looked a little surprised, "Really? Professor Dumbledore wouldn't be looking for it - I mean he should still have some real abilities."

"Vincent made a mistake. Like most people in the Ministry of Magic, he is just trying to make money."

What Ron said makes sense.

Harry was already a little shaken, "Wasn't he another professor before? Maybe he just hasn't adapted yet?"

"I heard from Fred and George that he used to teach Muggle Studies."

"Well - I think Dumbledore - you know what I mean."

Quirrell's face looked ugly.

Because Voldemort was spitting fragrance in his head again.

As an old enemy, Harry Potter looked down on him, but looked down on the Dark Lord who once almost ruled the British Isles.

If your mentality is broken, it will affect your normal judgment.

Vincent explained to Neville with a smile, "Professor is too nervous. You must not be like this in the future."

"Is that the reason?"

"Yes, never lose confidence in yourself."

Neville, who seemed to understand but didn't understand, puffed up his chest and looked confidently at Quirrell, who was like a clown.

The most courageous students in this class were like this, and Voldemort was so angry that he wanted to use Quirrell's body to give Avatar a pleasure.

"Master, this must be Wayne's conspiracy!"

"You loser! You can't even handle a child——"

Before the aggrieved Quirrell could even say a word of advice, Seamus suggested that he go back and take fighting lessons.

"Vincent, instead of wasting time here, we should learn a few useful tricks from you."

"But the professor—"

"It can't be that the wand is broken, right?" Seamus glanced over, "What do you think, Professor?"

"No--it's not broken." Quirrell forced a very ugly smile.

He wasn't crazy, but Voldemort was going crazy.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Vincent, who was walking at the end, bent down, "I didn't consider your miserable experience during the vacation."

Quirrell thought he was talking about vampires, but just as he was about to say something, the other party also left.

"Master, does Wayne know something through the wand?"

"do not bother me!"

"But Master, if that's the case -"

"Dumbledore and Snape are not fools!

Wayne is no fool!

None of these Occlumency masters are fools!

The fool is you, Quirinus!"

After being scolded for about ten minutes, Chilo walked out of the classroom in despair.

He was aggrieved, very aggrieved.

Students look down on themselves;

The master looks down upon himself;

Even I look down on myself a little bit.

"Don't you dare think like that again!"

Quirrell walked out of the castle with his neck hunched.

Just thinking about it, Voldemort scolded him for another half hour.

"Master, we are here."

Ollivander at the wand shop is very enthusiastic.

When he heard that he was going to buy a new wand, his face almost burst into laughter.

"Alder wood, unicorn hair wand core——"

In a pile of old boxes, he dug out a wand of the same combination as Quirrell's.

It looks a bit crude, looking like a wooden stick.

"Professor Quirrell, are you sure you won't try anything else?"

"I only want this one."

Ollivander's face was full of pain and he said: "This is my very early work. I originally planned to keep it in a good collection."

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Quirrell, who was filled with resentment, took out a small bag.

"That's—okay."

Ollivander's expression changed instantly after opening it, "It's actually quite easy to use, but the appearance isn't polished very carefully."

Quirrell took the new wand and went straight out.

A wizard like him who comes to buy a second wand is a fool in the eyes of all wandmakers.

Because neither the Ministry of Magic nor the school is taking advantage of them, they will only subsidize the first wands for young wizards.

And it’s almost at cost price, so there’s no profit.

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