Chapter 136 Return...Resurrected Zombie
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
At this time, Penello and Hilliard led a group of freshmen to answer the questions on the bronze door knocker and lined up to walk in.
Children who have never seen the world couldn't help but marvel at the exquisite decoration of the common room.
Robert Hilliard cleared his throat to get their attention.
He straightened his robe, straightened his upper body, looked straight, and retracted his chin slightly.
Standard speaking posture.
"Congratulations! It is an honor to welcome you to Ravenclaw House. I am Robert Hilliard, Prefect."
He nodded slightly and looked down at the freshmen who were much shorter than him.
Penello stepped aside and looked at Hilliard with a smile along with Edith, the sixth-grade prefect.
“Our symbol is an eagle, soaring high to unreachable heights.”
His voice was solemn, cadenced and infectious.
The little wizards were entranced.
......
"Congratulations on joining the smartest, weirdest, most interesting house at Hogwarts!"
"Welcome Ravenclaw!"
At the end of his long speech, the freshmen immediately applauded for a long time.
Glenn couldn't help but cast a look of admiration. This genuine prefect's speech was much better than the copycat version he used to fool Patricia.
With such appeal, is it not as popular as Boruto?
Unfortunately, Roger's face remained expressionless and he left alone and in low spirits.
After the freshmen dispersed, Penello patted Hilliard hard on the shoulder and asked with a smile.
"Tell me, how long have you been practicing in front of the mirror?"
"It didn't take long..." He scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly.
"not bad."
Edith glanced at him lightly, curled her lips slightly, and then turned around and left gracefully.
After a summer vacation, her royal sister aura became more mature.
It was getting late, so Glenn said good night to Qiu, and then returned to the dormitory to rest with his roommates.
The soft four-poster bed had been covered with blue velvet sheets, and the curtains hung gently, swaying in the breeze.
Glenn packed his luggage, neatly arranged his textbooks and books on the shelves above his head, and sorted his robes and cloaks into categories and hung them in the closet.
The exquisite wooden box that Morgana left behind was also put into the drawer of the bedside table.
Silent all night.
Early the next morning, everyone had breakfast and went to their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Everyone is curious about the level of the new teacher who took over after Professor Rick disappeared.
As a former Muggle Studies professor, although most of the junior wizards couldn't pronounce Quirrell's name, they could still barely recognize him.
Senior students who have taken his courses said that Professor Quirrell's skills are quite good.
After hearing such comments, everyone has a little more expectation.
However, there is some gap between reality and imagination.
As soon as they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on the third floor, they were immediately hit by a strong smell of garlic.
The smell is not as simple as garlic, but more like the smell of minced garlic left overnight and dried.
Many young wizards walking in front were unprepared for a moment and rushed out of the door. They bent down and held on to the corridor wall, retching.
Glenn kept an eye on it and pulled Qiu to the end.
"Are you all right?"
Qiu asked with concern as she patted Marietta's back.
Marietta touched her chest with one hand and pointed to the classroom with the other. Just when she was about to speak, she saw Cormac McLagan who seemed to have swallowed something, and she couldn't help but feel nauseated again.
"Yue~"
She retched violently again, and tears squeezed out of her eyes unconsciously.
At this time, there was already a smell emanating from the open door. Qiu frowned and waved his little hand in front of his eyes a few times.
"Are you... are you... still... okay?"
Quirrell in the classroom straightened his tightly wrapped turban and asked stammeringly.
"It's all right, Professor."
Glenn stood outside the door and said without changing his expression.
Only Qiu, who was closest, noticed that he was holding his breath while speaking.
The little wizards from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor dispersed in the corridor, until the bell rang and the smell dissipated a lot, then they reluctantly shuffled into the classroom.
The smell seemed to emanate from Quirrell's body, and the closer to him, the stronger the smell became.
Glenn reacted quickly and immediately pulled Qiu to sit in the far corner of the classroom.
Other young wizards followed suit, vying to sit far away from Quirrell.
The first three rows of the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom were empty.
As if out of embarrassment, Quirrell laughed twice, looking at a loss.
"I remember at the dinner, when Robert described Professor Quirrell, it was not like this..."
Eddie, who was sitting in the front row of Glenn, turned around and muttered.
Marcos also shrugged and said, "Why do I feel that this professor is a little unreliable?"
Quirrell didn't notice the whispers in the small corner and introduced himself hesitantly.
"Professor Quirrell, I heard that you met a vampire in Albania. Is it true?"
McLagan winked at the people around him, interrupted him loudly, and asked.
"No...no..."
"Then why do you put so much garlic on your body? Isn't it because you are afraid that the vampire will come to catch you?"
He was the first to walk into the classroom just now, and he looked ugly. Many people saw him swallowing his own vomit.
It was precisely because of this that he deliberately caused trouble when Quirrell introduced himself to vent his emotions.
Although they thought this was not good, a few Gryffindors who had just seen his eyes burst into laughter, but the laughter was more or less perfunctory.
Seeing that the effect was not good and his teammates were not very cooperative, McLagan had no choice but to speak again.
"Why do you have a weird big hat on your head?"
Quirrell's face turned slightly pale, and he explained stumblingly: "This is... a gift from a very... African prince. In order to... thank me for helping... help him get rid of... ..Resurrected Zombie..."
"Then how did you help him get rid of the resurrected zombies?"
McLagan asked impatiently, imitating Quirrell's stuttering accent.
Quirrell's face immediately turned red, his eyes were wandering, and he raised and put his hands up and down, as if he didn't feel it was appropriate to put them there.
"We'll talk about this...thing later. Now...please open the textbook and turn to page seven...seven."
"Page seven, or page seven of No. 70?"
Quirrell didn't answer, but his face turned a little redder.
Glenn frowned and sighed secretly.
This guy's acting skills are really amazing.
Children who have never seen the world couldn't help but marvel at the exquisite decoration of the common room.
Robert Hilliard cleared his throat to get their attention.
He straightened his robe, straightened his upper body, looked straight, and retracted his chin slightly.
Standard speaking posture.
"Congratulations! It is an honor to welcome you to Ravenclaw House. I am Robert Hilliard, Prefect."
He nodded slightly and looked down at the freshmen who were much shorter than him.
Penello stepped aside and looked at Hilliard with a smile along with Edith, the sixth-grade prefect.
“Our symbol is an eagle, soaring high to unreachable heights.”
His voice was solemn, cadenced and infectious.
The little wizards were entranced.
......
"Congratulations on joining the smartest, weirdest, most interesting house at Hogwarts!"
"Welcome Ravenclaw!"
At the end of his long speech, the freshmen immediately applauded for a long time.
Glenn couldn't help but cast a look of admiration. This genuine prefect's speech was much better than the copycat version he used to fool Patricia.
With such appeal, is it not as popular as Boruto?
Unfortunately, Roger's face remained expressionless and he left alone and in low spirits.
After the freshmen dispersed, Penello patted Hilliard hard on the shoulder and asked with a smile.
"Tell me, how long have you been practicing in front of the mirror?"
"It didn't take long..." He scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly.
"not bad."
Edith glanced at him lightly, curled her lips slightly, and then turned around and left gracefully.
After a summer vacation, her royal sister aura became more mature.
It was getting late, so Glenn said good night to Qiu, and then returned to the dormitory to rest with his roommates.
The soft four-poster bed had been covered with blue velvet sheets, and the curtains hung gently, swaying in the breeze.
Glenn packed his luggage, neatly arranged his textbooks and books on the shelves above his head, and sorted his robes and cloaks into categories and hung them in the closet.
The exquisite wooden box that Morgana left behind was also put into the drawer of the bedside table.
Silent all night.
Early the next morning, everyone had breakfast and went to their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Everyone is curious about the level of the new teacher who took over after Professor Rick disappeared.
As a former Muggle Studies professor, although most of the junior wizards couldn't pronounce Quirrell's name, they could still barely recognize him.
Senior students who have taken his courses said that Professor Quirrell's skills are quite good.
After hearing such comments, everyone has a little more expectation.
However, there is some gap between reality and imagination.
As soon as they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on the third floor, they were immediately hit by a strong smell of garlic.
The smell is not as simple as garlic, but more like the smell of minced garlic left overnight and dried.
Many young wizards walking in front were unprepared for a moment and rushed out of the door. They bent down and held on to the corridor wall, retching.
Glenn kept an eye on it and pulled Qiu to the end.
"Are you all right?"
Qiu asked with concern as she patted Marietta's back.
Marietta touched her chest with one hand and pointed to the classroom with the other. Just when she was about to speak, she saw Cormac McLagan who seemed to have swallowed something, and she couldn't help but feel nauseated again.
"Yue~"
She retched violently again, and tears squeezed out of her eyes unconsciously.
At this time, there was already a smell emanating from the open door. Qiu frowned and waved his little hand in front of his eyes a few times.
"Are you... are you... still... okay?"
Quirrell in the classroom straightened his tightly wrapped turban and asked stammeringly.
"It's all right, Professor."
Glenn stood outside the door and said without changing his expression.
Only Qiu, who was closest, noticed that he was holding his breath while speaking.
The little wizards from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor dispersed in the corridor, until the bell rang and the smell dissipated a lot, then they reluctantly shuffled into the classroom.
The smell seemed to emanate from Quirrell's body, and the closer to him, the stronger the smell became.
Glenn reacted quickly and immediately pulled Qiu to sit in the far corner of the classroom.
Other young wizards followed suit, vying to sit far away from Quirrell.
The first three rows of the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom were empty.
As if out of embarrassment, Quirrell laughed twice, looking at a loss.
"I remember at the dinner, when Robert described Professor Quirrell, it was not like this..."
Eddie, who was sitting in the front row of Glenn, turned around and muttered.
Marcos also shrugged and said, "Why do I feel that this professor is a little unreliable?"
Quirrell didn't notice the whispers in the small corner and introduced himself hesitantly.
"Professor Quirrell, I heard that you met a vampire in Albania. Is it true?"
McLagan winked at the people around him, interrupted him loudly, and asked.
"No...no..."
"Then why do you put so much garlic on your body? Isn't it because you are afraid that the vampire will come to catch you?"
He was the first to walk into the classroom just now, and he looked ugly. Many people saw him swallowing his own vomit.
It was precisely because of this that he deliberately caused trouble when Quirrell introduced himself to vent his emotions.
Although they thought this was not good, a few Gryffindors who had just seen his eyes burst into laughter, but the laughter was more or less perfunctory.
Seeing that the effect was not good and his teammates were not very cooperative, McLagan had no choice but to speak again.
"Why do you have a weird big hat on your head?"
Quirrell's face turned slightly pale, and he explained stumblingly: "This is... a gift from a very... African prince. In order to... thank me for helping... help him get rid of... ..Resurrected Zombie..."
"Then how did you help him get rid of the resurrected zombies?"
McLagan asked impatiently, imitating Quirrell's stuttering accent.
Quirrell's face immediately turned red, his eyes were wandering, and he raised and put his hands up and down, as if he didn't feel it was appropriate to put them there.
"We'll talk about this...thing later. Now...please open the textbook and turn to page seven...seven."
"Page seven, or page seven of No. 70?"
Quirrell didn't answer, but his face turned a little redder.
Glenn frowned and sighed secretly.
This guy's acting skills are really amazing.
