Chapter 88 Fighting with the Professor (25)
"It's a pity that centaurs don't like me very much." Rogge gave a reason to help Harry out.
He turned to look at Ron, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burst out: "Mr. Potter, wizard duels are a serious matter. At least, your companions need to be prepared."
"Class is about to begin, and you don't want the academy to deduct points."
"I..." Facing Rogge's cold eyes, Ron closed his mouth in fear.
"Anyway, the last one, it doesn't matter whether you get a deduction or not..." Malfoy said in a strange tone.
His words touched the sore point of Harry and Ron. During this period of busy review, the two of them forgot about the huge points deducted. Now that Malfoy mentioned it again, it was like a sharp sword piercing their hearts.
Harry and Ron rarely retorted, and Malfoy showed off to the little snakes with a victor's smile.
"Ahem..." Rogge glared at him. The dust hadn't settled yet. The more he spoke, the harder he got slapped in the face.
Professor Quirrell walked in from the office with his head wrapped in cloth, and everyone returned to their seats obediently.
"Hello everyone, I'm sorry to be... late." Professor Quirrell stammered an apology, looking completely harmless.
"This is our...last class of this school year. You can ask questions if you want to know. For example, dark wizards and so on." Quirrell encouraged everyone with a smile, but when it comes to dark wizards, the first thing that students think of is the one who cannot Name the person.
Everyone lowered their heads and said nothing, no one wanted to mention that terrible guy.
"Professor Quirrell, do you know Haierbo?" Rogge was rarely positive and cast his eyes on Quirrell or the back of his head.
"Oh...Helpo..." Quirrell thought for a moment and asked, "Despicable Halpo?"
"Yes, that's him." Rogge nodded and took out the wizard picture.
"It says that he was the first to breed a basilisk and also made the first Horcrux. Professor, what are basilisk and Horcrux?"
Quirrell's face tightened suddenly, and he quickly covered it up with a smile: "Good question, Slytherin will add 5 points."
His eyes suddenly became a little cold, and he turned to write Halbo's name on the blackboard.
"Despicable Herbo, he is one of the oldest and greatest dark wizards. Of course, dark wizards are all bad wizards, there is no such thing as great. Only dark wizards will call him with a title of praise."
The students were a little scared, and Quirrell quickly added: "He is dead. Haierbo lived in BC. I think everyone can only see him by eating chocolate frogs."
Quirrell's jokes and exaggerated tone made everyone laugh, and the classroom slowly became more relaxed again.
"He created and named the Basilisk. In fact, it was not a real snake, but a snake-like magical creature. It was covered in emerald green, with two long and thin teeth, which contained ferocious venom." Quirrell Draw the appearance of a basilisk on the blackboard. Everyone is both scared and curious about the weird guy on it.
"Never look directly into its eyes, it can kill any creature with its eyes." Quirrell put down the chalk and made a weird hissing sound.
Harry looked around in confusion. Why did the professor ask everyone to take notes but no one took any action?
"Did I hear wrongly?" Harry touched Ron, "Did the professor just say something?"
"No." Ron shook his head and glanced at Rogge with disgust: "I don't know how to take this kind of thing, so I don't need to remember it."
"A Horcrux is an evil magic prop. No one except the most evil wizards will study it." Professor Quirrell shook his head and did not continue to explain.
"I have been to Greece. According to local legend, although the despicable Herbo is dead, his basilisk is still alive. Calculated, it is at least 1,800 years old."
Professor Quirrell praised: "In a sense, Haierbo is a great wizard."
"Professor, you've revealed your secret." Rogge rolled his eyes at Quirrell. Just now he said that only dark wizards would call Herbo that way.
"Harry, he's 1,800 years old!" Ron pulled Harry excitedly and exclaimed, "He has lived longer than Nicolas Flamel!"
"Shh..." Harry asked him to keep his voice down, lest Roger hear and contact the Philosopher's Stone. If he knew, he would tell Snape.
Professor Quirrell followed Halbo's topic and continued to teach the young wizards about famous dark wizards in history.
He spoke eloquently about black magic and no longer stuttered. As an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, Quirrell has a wealth of knowledge. In addition, he has traveled around the world for many years and has extensive knowledge.
He cleverly integrated into the local legend, causing the little wizards who listened to the story to exclaim frequently.
"What a pity." Rogge expressed his regret to Quirrell, saying that he had never heard of some things.
If Quirrell hadn't been tricked by Voldemort, he might have been a good Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
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"The Bloody Baron lives in Hogwarts Castle. If you use this name to scare Peeves, that troublesome and annoying ghost will definitely be scared to death." Hearing the bell ringing outside, Professor Quirrell said regretfully. Goodbye everyone.
"The first-year course ends here. After the summer vacation, I will tell you about other famous wizards in the new school year."
"Goodbye Professor!"
"goodbye!"
…
Quirrell smiled and waved goodbye to everyone.
"Is this a flag?" Rogge looked at him doubtfully. Did Quirrell not know about the Defense Against the Dark Arts curse at all? Or do you like the feeling of being a teacher?
After everyone left, Rogge walked to the podium and reminded him with the intention of teasing: "Professor Quirrell, you must be careful."
"Uh... Roger, you?"
"Professor, it is rumored that a mysterious man has placed a curse on your position. No one can safely serve for more than a year."
"Rogg, the mysterious man is dead, and the curse must have expired." Quirrell felt a little uneasy. He had never heard his master mention this matter.
"This year... this year's courses are over, and I'm not fine yet." Quirrell spread his hands and smiled at Rogge.
"But the Academy Cup isn't over yet."
"Uh..." Quirrell wanted to say something, but Voldemort on the back of his head suddenly gave him a message.
"Mr. Rogge, are you interested in coming to my office to talk about the curse?"
"Me?" Rogge was shocked, and cold sweat broke out on his back. Damn it, it couldn't be Voldemort's invitation.
"Start simulation!"
【1】You rejected Quirrell’s invitation;
【2】The moment you turn around, Quirrell launches the Imperius Curse on you;
【3】You are sent to steal unicorn blood from Snape's office.
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"Stop!" Rogge was furious. He didn't expect that Quirrell, who had his head wrapped in a footband, would strike quickly and accurately.
He had to save his magic power to deal with Quirrell and Voldemort, and couldn't go deep into the simulation. So I decided to accept Quirrell's invitation and simulate it again.
【1】You accepted Quirrell’s invitation;
[2] Quirrell launched a sneak attack on you, and you successfully resisted;
【3】You threatened to tell the principal, and Voldemort showed up in person to win over you;
【4】Voldemort used coercion and inducement, hoping to obtain the blood of unicorns;
【5】You make a deal with Voldemort, Voldemort will carve the Dark Mark and let you go;
"Stop!" Rogge breathed a long sigh of relief, seemingly promising that Voldemort's life was not in danger. However, he didn't want to leave such an ugly black mark on his arm.
"Of course, Professor!" Rogge nodded and chatted with Quirrell about the history of black magic.
"Rogge, you have a very comprehensive understanding of black magic, and you have even mastered the Shadowless Blade! That is Professor Snape's own magic spell!"
"Professor, our dean seems to have a prejudice against you..."
"This..." Quirrell opened the office door, "Hey, these are all old things."
"come in……"
This sentence was like the referee's starting gun. Before he finished speaking, Chilo and Rogge took action almost at the same time. Both of them cast spells without a wand, and the victory or defeat was decided in an instant.
