Chapter 74 Muggle Studies Professor
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
"Cheating! Naked cheating!"
The Ravenclaw stands instantly burst into boos, and even Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs booed.
Marcus Flint was not ashamed, but circled around the Ravenclaw audience with a proud smile on his face.
childish...
Glenn couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Seeing his sullen look, many senior students took out their wands angrily, but they were afraid of school rules, so they could only threaten him twice and dare not do anything.
Flint seemed to be sure that they did not dare to take action, but instead became more provocative.
He took his hands off the broom, rounded his arms, and lifted them up a few times.As if to indicate to them, the boos should be louder.
Deep doubts arose in Glenn's mind.
With this guy's IQ, he doesn't really have troll blood...
He shook his head, took out his wand, and blended in with the senior students.
"The front teeth competition is great!"
Glenn covered his wand with the other sleeve of his robe and muttered something under his breath.
It immediately changed into a rough voice and shouted.
"Take care of him! The professors won't punish so many of us in one go!"
The light from the front teeth growing curse came out more and more, and accurately hit Flint, who was about to open his mouth and make a few more taunts.
Under his horrified gaze, the two upper front teeth that stood out from the crowd suddenly swelled and soon exceeded the chin position.
This is the true meaning of heavenly mouth shape.
The Ravenclaws, who had long been impatient, no longer hesitated when they saw someone taking the lead.
They waved the wands in their hands, muttered words, and threw out the first curse that popped into their heads.
Even the little wizards in the first grade were no exception, shouting simple curses such as "Tarantella Dance" and "Stand Stiff and Stop Dead".
A wonderland suddenly appeared beside the Ravenclaw stands.
Dozens of rays of various colors erupted from the crowd, forming a small area of saturated fire coverage with Flint's position as the center of the circle.
Poor Flint fell straight down without even letting out a groan.
Glenn glanced at Flint, who was stiff and still had small tentacles and pustules sprouting out. He couldn't bear to look at him.
awful.
It was so miserable.
Many curses collided together, blended or offset each other, and produced some unexpected effects.
Even Madam Pomfrey might not be able to cure him that easily.
The Slytherin auditorium, which had been cheering just now, was silent for a second, and then broke out into curses.
The little wizards of Ravenclaw were not to be outdone. The two sides cursed each other in the distance, but neither dared to attack the other side first.
The law does not punish everyone, and there are limits.
If it really caused a large-scale melee between the two colleges, one of them would be counted as one, and no one would be able to survive.
Of course, this does not include Robert Hilliard, who is still sleeping soundly in the Ravenclaw common room.
In the teachers' stand, Professor Snape's face darkened for a moment. He was about to speak loudly, but a slender old hand held his shoulder.
He suddenly turned around and saw Dumbledore blinking with a slight smile on his face and shaking his head slightly.
Officials crushed people to death.
In desperation, the professor had no choice but to get up obediently and call on the team members to take Flint to the school hospital.
Dumbledore, who pursued happy education, did not intend to stop the quarrel between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, but just stayed to prepare for a possible large-scale melee.
The students from the other two colleges were not in a hurry to return to the lounge, and from time to time a few previous victims would join in to denounce the little snakes.
Glenn glanced across the teachers' stand and saw Dumbledore, who was eating melon with great interest.
The old fox didn't know what new vocabulary he had learned from young people. He was talking back to a young professor, smiling like a child over 100 years old.
The young professor looked high-spirited and had a pleasant chat with Dumbledore.
The distance was too far for facial recognition to work. Glenn suddenly felt that the professor, whom he had only met once at the opening dinner, looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.
"Penello!" He asked loudly to Penelo, who was glaring at Slytherin not far away, "Who is that person?"
Penello vaguely heard someone calling him and glanced around blankly before he saw Glenn nearby.
As she tried to get closer, she asked, "What did you say?"
Her voice seemed very weak amid the loud abuse.
"I mean," Glenn shouted, "do you know the professor who was chatting with Dumbledore?"
Penello shielded his face from the sunlight with one hand, squinted and glanced in the direction of his finger.
"Are you talking about that young professor?" She turned around and said, "That should be Professor Quirrell. I didn't take his class. He seems to teach Muggle Studies."
Quirrell?
Quilinus Quirrell?
Glenn couldn't help but be stunned. Why was this Quirrell different from his impression?
He looked over again from a distance and automatically added a special effect of a large African-style turban to him in his mind.
Yes, it is him!
After adding the turban, although he still didn't look as obedient as he did later, he basically resembled the image he had when Voldemort stuck him to the back of his head.
"In other words, Quirrell went on an adventure to Albania during the summer vacation of this year, where he was possessed by Voldemort..."
Glenn thought to himself and came up with a bold idea.
"If I prevent Quirrell from taking this holiday trip, where will His Highness the Dark Lord go?"
He glanced at Professor Quirrell who was still high-spirited, and put this idea aside for now, intending to wait until the matter at hand was resolved before thinking about it.
The little wizards, who couldn't do anything and could only noisy, continued to argue for a while, but gradually became bored, and the heated war of words slowly stopped.
The two parties, regardless of the outcome, returned to the castle one after another, with their mouths dry and their heads drooping.
Glenn and others followed the first group of people to retreat and returned to Ravenclaw Tower.
"Merlin's beard!"
The first person to answer the knocker question and walk into the common room froze at the door and let out a harsh exclamation.
"What's wrong??" Several people behind him asked hurriedly and followed him in.
Everyone crowded at the door, looking shocked.
The lounge was a mess.
The coffee table, armchairs, and sofas were overturned on the floor and in pieces.
Many of the windows that used to be bright and clean were broken, and there were broken pieces of glass everywhere. The cold February wind blew in.
There were also many black burn marks on the wall and tapestry on the other side.
It's like a broken scene after a big war.
"Hiss!" The prefect who had just squeezed in gasped when he saw this scene.
"Penello, go find Professor Flitwick!"
The Ravenclaw stands instantly burst into boos, and even Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs booed.
Marcus Flint was not ashamed, but circled around the Ravenclaw audience with a proud smile on his face.
childish...
Glenn couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Seeing his sullen look, many senior students took out their wands angrily, but they were afraid of school rules, so they could only threaten him twice and dare not do anything.
Flint seemed to be sure that they did not dare to take action, but instead became more provocative.
He took his hands off the broom, rounded his arms, and lifted them up a few times.As if to indicate to them, the boos should be louder.
Deep doubts arose in Glenn's mind.
With this guy's IQ, he doesn't really have troll blood...
He shook his head, took out his wand, and blended in with the senior students.
"The front teeth competition is great!"
Glenn covered his wand with the other sleeve of his robe and muttered something under his breath.
It immediately changed into a rough voice and shouted.
"Take care of him! The professors won't punish so many of us in one go!"
The light from the front teeth growing curse came out more and more, and accurately hit Flint, who was about to open his mouth and make a few more taunts.
Under his horrified gaze, the two upper front teeth that stood out from the crowd suddenly swelled and soon exceeded the chin position.
This is the true meaning of heavenly mouth shape.
The Ravenclaws, who had long been impatient, no longer hesitated when they saw someone taking the lead.
They waved the wands in their hands, muttered words, and threw out the first curse that popped into their heads.
Even the little wizards in the first grade were no exception, shouting simple curses such as "Tarantella Dance" and "Stand Stiff and Stop Dead".
A wonderland suddenly appeared beside the Ravenclaw stands.
Dozens of rays of various colors erupted from the crowd, forming a small area of saturated fire coverage with Flint's position as the center of the circle.
Poor Flint fell straight down without even letting out a groan.
Glenn glanced at Flint, who was stiff and still had small tentacles and pustules sprouting out. He couldn't bear to look at him.
awful.
It was so miserable.
Many curses collided together, blended or offset each other, and produced some unexpected effects.
Even Madam Pomfrey might not be able to cure him that easily.
The Slytherin auditorium, which had been cheering just now, was silent for a second, and then broke out into curses.
The little wizards of Ravenclaw were not to be outdone. The two sides cursed each other in the distance, but neither dared to attack the other side first.
The law does not punish everyone, and there are limits.
If it really caused a large-scale melee between the two colleges, one of them would be counted as one, and no one would be able to survive.
Of course, this does not include Robert Hilliard, who is still sleeping soundly in the Ravenclaw common room.
In the teachers' stand, Professor Snape's face darkened for a moment. He was about to speak loudly, but a slender old hand held his shoulder.
He suddenly turned around and saw Dumbledore blinking with a slight smile on his face and shaking his head slightly.
Officials crushed people to death.
In desperation, the professor had no choice but to get up obediently and call on the team members to take Flint to the school hospital.
Dumbledore, who pursued happy education, did not intend to stop the quarrel between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, but just stayed to prepare for a possible large-scale melee.
The students from the other two colleges were not in a hurry to return to the lounge, and from time to time a few previous victims would join in to denounce the little snakes.
Glenn glanced across the teachers' stand and saw Dumbledore, who was eating melon with great interest.
The old fox didn't know what new vocabulary he had learned from young people. He was talking back to a young professor, smiling like a child over 100 years old.
The young professor looked high-spirited and had a pleasant chat with Dumbledore.
The distance was too far for facial recognition to work. Glenn suddenly felt that the professor, whom he had only met once at the opening dinner, looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.
"Penello!" He asked loudly to Penelo, who was glaring at Slytherin not far away, "Who is that person?"
Penello vaguely heard someone calling him and glanced around blankly before he saw Glenn nearby.
As she tried to get closer, she asked, "What did you say?"
Her voice seemed very weak amid the loud abuse.
"I mean," Glenn shouted, "do you know the professor who was chatting with Dumbledore?"
Penello shielded his face from the sunlight with one hand, squinted and glanced in the direction of his finger.
"Are you talking about that young professor?" She turned around and said, "That should be Professor Quirrell. I didn't take his class. He seems to teach Muggle Studies."
Quirrell?
Quilinus Quirrell?
Glenn couldn't help but be stunned. Why was this Quirrell different from his impression?
He looked over again from a distance and automatically added a special effect of a large African-style turban to him in his mind.
Yes, it is him!
After adding the turban, although he still didn't look as obedient as he did later, he basically resembled the image he had when Voldemort stuck him to the back of his head.
"In other words, Quirrell went on an adventure to Albania during the summer vacation of this year, where he was possessed by Voldemort..."
Glenn thought to himself and came up with a bold idea.
"If I prevent Quirrell from taking this holiday trip, where will His Highness the Dark Lord go?"
He glanced at Professor Quirrell who was still high-spirited, and put this idea aside for now, intending to wait until the matter at hand was resolved before thinking about it.
The little wizards, who couldn't do anything and could only noisy, continued to argue for a while, but gradually became bored, and the heated war of words slowly stopped.
The two parties, regardless of the outcome, returned to the castle one after another, with their mouths dry and their heads drooping.
Glenn and others followed the first group of people to retreat and returned to Ravenclaw Tower.
"Merlin's beard!"
The first person to answer the knocker question and walk into the common room froze at the door and let out a harsh exclamation.
"What's wrong??" Several people behind him asked hurriedly and followed him in.
Everyone crowded at the door, looking shocked.
The lounge was a mess.
The coffee table, armchairs, and sofas were overturned on the floor and in pieces.
Many of the windows that used to be bright and clean were broken, and there were broken pieces of glass everywhere. The cold February wind blew in.
There were also many black burn marks on the wall and tapestry on the other side.
It's like a broken scene after a big war.
"Hiss!" The prefect who had just squeezed in gasped when he saw this scene.
"Penello, go find Professor Flitwick!"
