This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Fourth floor, Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

As soon as Quirrell walked in, he was dazzled by three rows of red and 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 opened the textbook.

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

The characteristics of zombies are gray skin and a rotten smell..."

Seamus below raised his hand.

"Professor, what is the difference between zombies and inferi?"

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

Vincent raised his hand expressionlessly.

"Professor, isn't the inferi created by dark magic? Can it really be called a creature?"

A flash of light flashed in Quirrell's eyes.

"Is - is that so?"

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

This is okay to coax a child, but it is far from coaxing Vincent.

"Professor, zombies have thoughts, so you can kill them by smashing their brains.

But how can you kill the Inferi, which have no thoughts?"

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

"Inferi--what are the Inferi afraid of..."

The way he talked to himself soon caused laughter from the students below the stage.

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

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

Even if the Inferi are not exposed in the first-year class, one day they will learn their weaknesses.

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

If he didn't want to say it, it was because he had to pretend that there was something wrong, and if he couldn't say it, it was probably because of the big face on the back of his head.

Is it possible that both are true?

He was thinking with his head down, and he didn't notice that the eyes on the podium flashed a gleam again.

Not to mention him, all the students didn't notice it.

Even Hermione, who frowned tightly, only focused on whether this professor got in through the back door.

"I--I remember!" Quirrell closed the textbook excitedly, "What the Inferi fear is--light!" Vincent in the audience rolled his eyes on the spot. Zombies can move freely in broad daylight, is this called basically the same weakness? 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, Quirrell's teaching is really a shabby defense. Although the little lions all wore masks and their faces could not be seen, their eyes, which were exactly the same as those of the little snakes, were enough to prove how bad this class was. "Ordinary--ordinary spells are also OK." Quirrell opened the textbook again with some embarrassment, "Next, we--we are going to learn a simple spell." He held the wand upside down in his hand. "Fluorescent--fluorescent!" Three seconds passed, and ten seconds passed. "Professor, you hold the wand upside down." He panicked and quickly held it right. "Zombies are very-very scary..."

The big face full of fear made Vincent frown.

According to the excellent students expelled from Hogwarts;

Dumbledore's important assistant in dealing with the first Dark Lord;

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" by Mr. Newt Scamander;

These disgusting zombies are actually quite cute in some cases.

It is said that a certain Muggle pop king created a dance step that swept the world after accidentally seeing their weird behavior.

It just so happens that he has this album, which is a signed limited edition.

The red jacket on his body and the rhythmic walking posture are really hard to associate with scary.

Vincent, holding his cheek, focused his attention on Quirrell's lit wand.

This pattern,

This straightness,

Isn't it the same alder as his.

"Everyone-can try it."

"Fluorescent flicker-"

The fifteen-inch alder wand, the tip of the wand lit up white light the next second.

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

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

"Unbelievable."

The two beams of white light seemed to flash towards Quirrell.

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

"Gryffindor plus 6 points."

Vincent keenly noticed that he glanced at Harry, and he stopped stuttering when he spoke.

Just as he was about to test further, there was a sudden explosion behind him.

No need to think, it must be that the blasting genius in the second row blew up something again.

"Bang--"

The black-faced Seamus' forehead hit the desk.

Dean, who was not as black as him, trembled and stretched out his hand.

"Still breathing!"

The students all breathed a sigh of relief.

This master-level blasting genius had just blown up a crucible in the potions class last week.

"Don't touch me!" Seamus suddenly straightened up and wiped his little face.

"I will succeed!"

Quirrell's big head popped out from under the podium, "Mr. Finnigan, do you-do you need to go to the school hospital?"

"No, Professor."

Students who were used to big storms all thought that the professor who had retreated was quite unreliable.

He was so timid that he only showed one eye.

With such a negative example, Neville confidently cast a spell.

"Blindness from fluorescent light--"

"Stop!"

Vincent was a step late.

The strong light bursting out from the wand made the whole classroom look like a super-powerful light bulb.

"Ah--my eyes!"

The golden-haired student, whose eyes had just been swollen, was in tragedy again.

He couldn't help but shed tears, and every drop was filled with resentment for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Hogwarts, a thousand-year-old prestigious school, had fallen to the point of teaching shabby defense.

The strong light came quickly and went quickly.

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

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

Did this guy do it on purpose?

Not only did he not demonstrate the gestures in slow motion, he didn't even give guidance on pronunciation.

"Are you all okay?"

He even had the nerve to stick half of his head out.

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.

He deliberately acted like a coward and deliberately acted like he was completely incapable of being a professor.

"Everyone, go practice freely."

Quirrell sat back, but he was timid.

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

The means of this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to let people down their guard were too crude.

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