Chapter 94 Quirrell's True Face
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Qing Mo Da Xian
How could such a dignified professor be afraid of vampires?
Not to mention the first-year freshmen, the seniors probably discovered something a long time ago.
No student can imagine that there is something wrong with him, but if someone questions it, such a poor excuse will seem extraordinarily stupid.
"Ah—I met their leader."
Quirrell couldn't help but start to feel annoyed.
At the beginning, in order to let Dumbledore notice, so that he could get rid of Voldemort, he made outrageous excuses, but now it has become the most suspicious place.
Coupled with this month's performance, I can no longer pretend like before.
Under Vincent's expectant eyes, Quirrell's eyes, which were originally submissive, became sharp.
He stood up slowly, and the cowardice and timidity he had just now were gone.
"Wayne, you are excellent."
He stopped stammering, "I thought it would be the end of the school year before any students would find out that I was faking it."
The students in the audience opened their mouths in surprise.
However, Quirrell did more than bring them this.
He walked down the podium step by step, "Of course I'm not afraid of the vampire leader.
The reason why I became like this is all because of you sitting here.
You have to have your own ideas, you can't blindly believe in the appearance of things, you should have the courage to question authority. "
Excited, he scanned the classroom as he walked, "Wayne, when did you find out?"
Vincent raised a finger, "The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"Great, worthy of being an outstanding student who made history!"
Quirrell stopped in front of him, "Wayne, sit down."
"Yes, Professor." Vincent behaved very well.
Exposed, but not fully exposed.
The students didn't say they looked at each other differently, but they also sat there as if their world view had been completely overturned.
Especially Draco, with a pair of clenched fists still trembling slightly.
"Let's learn a practical spell today!"
Quirrell, who returned to the podium, drew out his wand, "Although it is difficult, it is a good way to face dark wizards."
"Armor protection—"
The shield-like transparent barrier on the tip of the staff almost enveloped his whole body.
"Not only does it deflect spells, it's also indestructible."
Vincent raised his hand and waited politely.
"Go ahead, Wayne."
His eyes focused on the alder wand, "Professor, if the Iron Armor Curse is cast with the technique of a silent spell, can it still reflect the attack from the opposite side?
You know, my wand is also made of alder. "
Quirrell quickly calmed down, "This is not the content of the first-year curriculum."
"But the Iron Armor Curse is not part of the curriculum for the first grade."
He chuckled and canceled the Iron Armor Charm on the tip of the staff, and re-cast a small circle of barriers with the technique of the silent spell.
"The most important focus of silent spells is that without the help of spells, the power of any spell will be greatly reduced."
"I see." Vincent sat down.
He seemed in a good mood.
Although Quirrell looks like this, but his heart is not like this.
Voldemort was not happy.
It's okay to fall into the tricks of a child, even if it's the tricks of the old enemy Harry.
"Whoever can successfully cast the Iron Armor Curse, I will give him 10 points."
As soon as Quirrell finished speaking, the atmosphere in the classroom became lively.
Although the difficulty is high, the students are full of energy.
"Will you, Vincent?"
"That's it."
Now that Quirrell has taken the initiative to reveal the first layer, the next step is to find a well-known figure in the magic world, preferably a student with excellent character and learning, to join in.
Vincent glanced at Harry, "Although I'm not very proficient yet."
Neville pouted, "I always feel that we don't live in the same world."
"How is it possible, I always feel that you, like Professor Quirrell, intend to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger to scare everyone."
"Tiger?" Neville shrank his head, "I dare not eat a tiger."
Vincent shook his head and sighed, "If you have the opportunity to come to my house, I will show you a lot."
"Know what?"
"Horror movies, by the way, practice your courage."
"Okay - okay." Neville was terrified.
Different from the relaxation here, Hermione is practicing hard.
Debunking Quirrell is important, but learning is the most important.
"That's not something that can be learned in the first grade."
Ron next to her threw his wand on the desk, "Professor is showing us off."
"Hush—" Harry glanced at Quirrell, who was resting his chin on the podium.
Seeing that the other party didn't pay attention, he said in a low voice: "The professor is not a stingy person, none of us really looked down on him before."
Ron turned his head and looked to the other side, "Vincent is so relaxed, he must have learned it last time."
"Probably." Harry smiled awkwardly, "We can't count on him every time, can we?"
"you're right."
Hermione, who wanted to say something several times, calmed down.
Others may only know that Vincent is an omnipotent genius, but she knows the price behind it.
After class during the day to teach fighting;
Going to Quidditch training in the afternoon;
Night tour time to learn various spells;
Occasionally, some potions that are not too expensive will be boiled.
Once the Owl Court Club is established, many senior students will definitely join in.
As far as she knew, both Cedric and Qiu had greeted each other in advance and were waiting for Dumbledore to make an official announcement.
"Armor protection—"
After 27 attempts, she managed to make a fist-sized barrier appear on the tip of the staff.
"Nice job, Granger!"
Quirrell, who seemed a little relieved, immediately added 10 points to Gryffindor.
Then he turned his attention to Vincent.
Sure enough, the Iron Armor Curse couldn't help him, and even the size could barely cover his upper body.
"Excellent, Wayne!"
These 20 points stimulated Draco.
But no matter how he tried, the Iron Armor Curse ended in failure every time.
Vincent is no match, and Hermione is no match.
Even if it was Harry or Ron, he wouldn't feel as uncomfortable as this.
"get out of class is over." Quirrell stood up quickly and left the classroom.
What happened in this class spread like a virus throughout the entire castle.
hall.
"Cedric, you must not have imagined what happened today."
A sunny and handsome Hufflepuff student sat down next to him.
"I knew it before I came here, Rove."
Rove shook his head regretfully, "I really didn't expect Professor Quirrell to have such a personality.
He taught us a good lesson. "
Cedric didn't reply, he was quietly thinking about something.
"Do you think something is wrong?"
He nodded slightly. "It all happened so suddenly—I mean Wayne's question."
"I think so too." Rove glanced at the Gryffindor long table, "The noise in the kitchen at night may be caused by them."
Following Cedric's gaze, he found that it was Fred and George who were bouncing around.
"Rove, don't you need to prepare for the OWLs exam?"
"My grandpa won't come over, why don't you take it easy this semester?"
Thinking of the other's grandfather's name, Cedric couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly.
"Rove, Mr. Scamander will be very sad to know."
"Study is too boring." Rove tightened his school robe slightly, "Look at Wayne, I'm sure he must be very busy."
The sharp-eyed Cedric found half of the green thing, "You didn't just run to the Forbidden Forest again, did you?"
"No, I'm just passing by."
……
……
Not to mention the first-year freshmen, the seniors probably discovered something a long time ago.
No student can imagine that there is something wrong with him, but if someone questions it, such a poor excuse will seem extraordinarily stupid.
"Ah—I met their leader."
Quirrell couldn't help but start to feel annoyed.
At the beginning, in order to let Dumbledore notice, so that he could get rid of Voldemort, he made outrageous excuses, but now it has become the most suspicious place.
Coupled with this month's performance, I can no longer pretend like before.
Under Vincent's expectant eyes, Quirrell's eyes, which were originally submissive, became sharp.
He stood up slowly, and the cowardice and timidity he had just now were gone.
"Wayne, you are excellent."
He stopped stammering, "I thought it would be the end of the school year before any students would find out that I was faking it."
The students in the audience opened their mouths in surprise.
However, Quirrell did more than bring them this.
He walked down the podium step by step, "Of course I'm not afraid of the vampire leader.
The reason why I became like this is all because of you sitting here.
You have to have your own ideas, you can't blindly believe in the appearance of things, you should have the courage to question authority. "
Excited, he scanned the classroom as he walked, "Wayne, when did you find out?"
Vincent raised a finger, "The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"Great, worthy of being an outstanding student who made history!"
Quirrell stopped in front of him, "Wayne, sit down."
"Yes, Professor." Vincent behaved very well.
Exposed, but not fully exposed.
The students didn't say they looked at each other differently, but they also sat there as if their world view had been completely overturned.
Especially Draco, with a pair of clenched fists still trembling slightly.
"Let's learn a practical spell today!"
Quirrell, who returned to the podium, drew out his wand, "Although it is difficult, it is a good way to face dark wizards."
"Armor protection—"
The shield-like transparent barrier on the tip of the staff almost enveloped his whole body.
"Not only does it deflect spells, it's also indestructible."
Vincent raised his hand and waited politely.
"Go ahead, Wayne."
His eyes focused on the alder wand, "Professor, if the Iron Armor Curse is cast with the technique of a silent spell, can it still reflect the attack from the opposite side?
You know, my wand is also made of alder. "
Quirrell quickly calmed down, "This is not the content of the first-year curriculum."
"But the Iron Armor Curse is not part of the curriculum for the first grade."
He chuckled and canceled the Iron Armor Charm on the tip of the staff, and re-cast a small circle of barriers with the technique of the silent spell.
"The most important focus of silent spells is that without the help of spells, the power of any spell will be greatly reduced."
"I see." Vincent sat down.
He seemed in a good mood.
Although Quirrell looks like this, but his heart is not like this.
Voldemort was not happy.
It's okay to fall into the tricks of a child, even if it's the tricks of the old enemy Harry.
"Whoever can successfully cast the Iron Armor Curse, I will give him 10 points."
As soon as Quirrell finished speaking, the atmosphere in the classroom became lively.
Although the difficulty is high, the students are full of energy.
"Will you, Vincent?"
"That's it."
Now that Quirrell has taken the initiative to reveal the first layer, the next step is to find a well-known figure in the magic world, preferably a student with excellent character and learning, to join in.
Vincent glanced at Harry, "Although I'm not very proficient yet."
Neville pouted, "I always feel that we don't live in the same world."
"How is it possible, I always feel that you, like Professor Quirrell, intend to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger to scare everyone."
"Tiger?" Neville shrank his head, "I dare not eat a tiger."
Vincent shook his head and sighed, "If you have the opportunity to come to my house, I will show you a lot."
"Know what?"
"Horror movies, by the way, practice your courage."
"Okay - okay." Neville was terrified.
Different from the relaxation here, Hermione is practicing hard.
Debunking Quirrell is important, but learning is the most important.
"That's not something that can be learned in the first grade."
Ron next to her threw his wand on the desk, "Professor is showing us off."
"Hush—" Harry glanced at Quirrell, who was resting his chin on the podium.
Seeing that the other party didn't pay attention, he said in a low voice: "The professor is not a stingy person, none of us really looked down on him before."
Ron turned his head and looked to the other side, "Vincent is so relaxed, he must have learned it last time."
"Probably." Harry smiled awkwardly, "We can't count on him every time, can we?"
"you're right."
Hermione, who wanted to say something several times, calmed down.
Others may only know that Vincent is an omnipotent genius, but she knows the price behind it.
After class during the day to teach fighting;
Going to Quidditch training in the afternoon;
Night tour time to learn various spells;
Occasionally, some potions that are not too expensive will be boiled.
Once the Owl Court Club is established, many senior students will definitely join in.
As far as she knew, both Cedric and Qiu had greeted each other in advance and were waiting for Dumbledore to make an official announcement.
"Armor protection—"
After 27 attempts, she managed to make a fist-sized barrier appear on the tip of the staff.
"Nice job, Granger!"
Quirrell, who seemed a little relieved, immediately added 10 points to Gryffindor.
Then he turned his attention to Vincent.
Sure enough, the Iron Armor Curse couldn't help him, and even the size could barely cover his upper body.
"Excellent, Wayne!"
These 20 points stimulated Draco.
But no matter how he tried, the Iron Armor Curse ended in failure every time.
Vincent is no match, and Hermione is no match.
Even if it was Harry or Ron, he wouldn't feel as uncomfortable as this.
"get out of class is over." Quirrell stood up quickly and left the classroom.
What happened in this class spread like a virus throughout the entire castle.
hall.
"Cedric, you must not have imagined what happened today."
A sunny and handsome Hufflepuff student sat down next to him.
"I knew it before I came here, Rove."
Rove shook his head regretfully, "I really didn't expect Professor Quirrell to have such a personality.
He taught us a good lesson. "
Cedric didn't reply, he was quietly thinking about something.
"Do you think something is wrong?"
He nodded slightly. "It all happened so suddenly—I mean Wayne's question."
"I think so too." Rove glanced at the Gryffindor long table, "The noise in the kitchen at night may be caused by them."
Following Cedric's gaze, he found that it was Fred and George who were bouncing around.
"Rove, don't you need to prepare for the OWLs exam?"
"My grandpa won't come over, why don't you take it easy this semester?"
Thinking of the other's grandfather's name, Cedric couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly.
"Rove, Mr. Scamander will be very sad to know."
"Study is too boring." Rove tightened his school robe slightly, "Look at Wayne, I'm sure he must be very busy."
The sharp-eyed Cedric found half of the green thing, "You didn't just run to the Forbidden Forest again, did you?"
"No, I'm just passing by."
……
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