Chapter 149 The Dark Wizard and the Fraud Professor

Although Connor successfully transformed the button, the beetle's legs were still on her button, which looked like an underdeveloped turtle from a distance.

"Pfft..."

Kyle couldn't help laughing.

Connor covered her half-transformed beetle with her hand, and said angrily: "What are you laughing at? Maybe you are not as good as me!"

Kyle didn't say anything, but just waved his wand gently.

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

The little wizards around exclaimed immediately. They didn't expect someone to complete the requirement so quickly.

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

"Hufflepuff plus ten points!"

Kyle turned his head and shrugged at Connor.

"..."

Connor blushed in anger and turned her head away without looking at him again.

Until the end of the get out of class, Connor finally succeeded in turning her beetle into a button.

As a reward, Professor McGonagall exempted them from homework, while others had to hand in a paper at least two feet long before the next class.

After leaving the classroom, Mikkel's face was pale, and he kept repeating what Professor McGonagall had just said.

The homework of more than ten inches was already torturous enough, and two feet... This was simply killing him!

Mikkel turned his head and looked at Kyle with hope in his eyes: "Save me... You must lend me this homework to copy..."

"Sorry."

Kyle felt a little reluctant, but still reached out and patted his shoulder and said: "Did you forget, I don't have to write it."

The light in Mikkel's eyes disappeared instantly.

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

Although Oren was a dark wizard, it had to be said that his practical class was indeed very attractive. He only took one school year to successfully make the young wizards interested in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

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

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

After arriving at the classroom, everyone's heart skipped a beat and had a bad premonition.

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

Whose serious professor smelled of garlic!

And the smell was very strong, as if the garlic had become spirit.

Several students immediately covered their noses and wanted to open the window, 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 can't be blown by the wind.

As he said that, he pointed to his big scarf.

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

Resurrected zombie?

The little wizards immediately became interested.

Katie Bell of Gryffindor asked curiously, "Professor Quirrell, what does a resurrected zombie look like? "

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

"Wow~~"

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

With a body like steel and immune to spells... this creature would be hard to deal with even for an Auror.

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

The little wizards looked at Professor Quirrell in admiration, and it seemed that even the strong smell of garlic on his body was not so unpleasant.

"He must be trying to drive away the vampire he met during the journey, fearing that the vampire would come back to find him."

Someone swore, "This creature is most afraid of garlic, that must be the case."

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

This is 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, just like that, and then like this... This... involves very profound... magic, even if I tell you... you don't understand."

Looking at Professor Quirrell who was speaking vaguely and couldn't say a word for a long time, everyone's eyes changed again.

This expression almost clearly told everyone that he was lying.

Katie didn't give up, and asked again: "It's okay, professor, just tell us, if we encounter spells we don't understand, we can go to the library to check."

Others also echoed:

"Yes, professor."

"Professor, just tell us."

"Even if you just say a few simple words, it's fine. "

...

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

"I don't like... the weather in the UK, there's too much rain... Romania is great."

This time, the guess was confirmed.

There's no doubt that Professor Quirrell must have lied just now. He must not have encountered any resurrected zombies.

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

And he was a liar who liked garlic.

This is not as good as Oren.

Everyone immediately lost interest in listening to the class and began to make small movements below.

Some wrote letters, some did homework, and some played with frogs...

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

Those who didn't know thought that Professor Binns had possessed him.

Kyle began to feel sleepy while listening, and for a moment, he actually began to miss Oren.

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

Kyle forced himself to be energetic and finally made it to the end of the get out of class.

"Too bad." During lunch, Connor couldn't help complaining, "I don't understand why the principal asked him to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Maybe he couldn't find anyone." Cedric thought for a moment and said, "You know, professors for this course have always been in short supply."

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

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

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

He suddenly felt that this sentence really made sense.