Chapter 47: Torture of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class
Hearing his master say this, Professor Quirrell couldn't help but feel a little moved, but he only observed carefully for a while.
He was a little confused again and muttered quietly in his heart.
"Master, but why are Severus' eyes fixed on the little girl who just walked in?"
"I've been watching it for a long time. Could it be that he had this habit before?"
This question made Voldemort a little confused. His already small and shared brain started spinning wildly.
I could only respond silently.
"Don't worry about the details. Everyone can have his own quirks, as long as he is loyal to me."
"None of this is a problem, including for you. As long as you are loyal to me, I will grant you everything you want."
Professor Quirrell couldn't help but believe what Voldemort had said, but he always thought that based on Snape's age.
It's really a bit too perverted to like a girl who is young enough to be his daughter.
[Due to the host's behavior, Professor Snape's reputation is -1, and the bonus points are 50! ]
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Just when Carl was thinking about how to create trouble in this class and make this stupid professor in front of him look ridiculous.
The system's voice sounded again in his mind. He was confused by what it said, so he looked back.
Professor Snape, who was sitting in the last row of the classroom, had a look of confusion in his eyes as he put on his wig.
Her image has improved a lot. Her long straight black hair is no longer casually draped over her shoulders as before, but is tied into a small ponytail at the back of her head.
Two wisps of sideburns hang on both sides of his cheeks, and combined with Professor Snape's angular facial features, he looks tough and handsome.
What's going on? Becoming handsome will lower your reputation. Do Hogwarts students have such high expectations of their teachers?
Just when Carl was puzzled, Professor Quirrell on the podium patted the table, cleared his throat and said.
"Thank you all professors for coming, and my lovely students. Please be quiet, we will start the class soon."
As he said that, the guy was about to pick up the textbook in front of him and start his own tape recorder teaching method.
But as soon as he finished reading the first word, a student raised his hand to interrupt him.
It turned out that Ron had been sitting next to Harry, looking at his 'good brother', and was attracted by the strange smell in the classroom.
He choked and covered his nose repeatedly. Suddenly, Gryffindor’s courage burst out and he spoke directly.
"Professor, can you open the window? The smell in the classroom is too bad. You will make many students unbearable."
"Besides, we are here to attend classes, not to breathe poisonous fumes."
After he finished speaking, some little wizards couldn't help laughing. It seemed that they also wanted to see the professor make a fool of himself.
But the laughter didn't last long, and they quickly covered their mouths again, not because they were afraid of being discovered and blamed by Professor Quirrell.
Ever since Professor Quirrell came in, the smell of garlic in the classroom has become stronger.
In just a few minutes, the smell in the classroom became even more unbearable, to the point where it was impossible to breathe deeply.
"No...no...no." Professor Quirrell waved his hands frantically and explained stutteringly.
"When I was in Africa, I met a zombie... I was cursed and couldn't blow the wind."
As he spoke, he pointed to the scarf on his head.
"Look, this is the gift given to me by the prince of that tribe..."
"Resurrected zombies?"
"That's cool, is there such a thing?"
Many young wizards became interested in this, and the name of the resurrected zombies became well-known in the magical world.
It is a mysterious religious product, somewhat similar to the revenant spirits of Haitian voodoo.
Every resurrected zombie is a living dead, a walking corpse without consciousness and soul.
They are not very aggressive, but they are very useful and are generally used by many dark wizards as sacrifices in black magic experiments.
"Then can you tell me, Professor, how you subdued the resurrected zombies?"
After Ron, another classmate raised his hand and asked.
"No, this has nothing to do with this class." Professor Quirrell avoided answering and lowered his head to flip through the book.
"Okay, students, turn to page 3. Today we are going to learn how to avoid Kaba."
Such a cowardly behavior immediately caused boos from the entire student audience, but the Hufflepuff students were fine at first.
No matter what the professor's teaching level is, as long as it is acceptable and does not affect their livelihood, everything is fine.
But now, the unpleasant smell of Professor Quirrell has made many Hufflepuff students feel that this has seriously affected their appetite before dinner.
How could this be tolerated? Everyone booed loudly.
As for Gryffindor, there is no need to say more. Among the four major houses, they are the group that likes to stir up trouble the most.
How could they miss such a good opportunity? They kept raising their hands to speak.
Ask Professor Quirrell to tell about that experience.
But Professor Quirrell kept avoiding the topic and just read from the book, stuttering like a reading machine.
How should I put it? The effect is even worse than that of Professor Binns. Although the old ghost speaks in a hypnotic way, at least his words are clear.
And it has a kind of peaceful magic, it is nice to listen to it as a bedtime story.
But this professor stuttered when he spoke, and even when he read from the book he couldn't read coherently. If you want to sleep, there are a bunch of professors sitting in the back row watching you.
The smell in the room made it impossible to sleep.
The result was that the half-hour class turned into complete torture.
The students could no longer bear it and began to become restless and crazy.
Seeing that the emotions had accumulated to a certain extent, and that they were not the ones who caused the trouble this time, many students had already expressed their dissatisfaction.
As an excellent student, I am the pride of my classmates and the caring friend of my professors.
Karl had to take action at this time. He immediately raised his hand and spoke loudly without waiting for the other party to respond.
"Professor, this class is so boring if you do this, and we won't be able to learn any real knowledge at all."
"If we really encounter Kaba, what should we do? Should we sit on the ground with a book and read to death like you did?"
Carl's words immediately received responses from many students, who expressed their opinions.
"Yes, this is really boring."
"That's right. Everyone can study. If that's the case, I don't want to attend this class."
"Really? If you don't tell me what I really want to hear and don't teach me what I really want to see, what's the point of studying here?"
The students were talking at once, and were about to stage a "classroom uprising".
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Professor McGonagall, who was sitting in the last row, instinctively wanted to maintain order in the classroom.
But he was stopped by Professor Snape who was standing beside him. A rare look of joy appeared on his gloomy face.
His eyes were first fixed on Quirrell on the stage, then he looked at Professor McGonagall and spoke very reasonably.
"This is his class, we are just here to listen and learn. As the dean and vice president, you should know that you cannot interfere."
"You have to let the other party control the situation themselves, otherwise you will fail."
After saying that, Professor Snape turned his gaze to Dumbledore standing beside him, his eyes as stern as a sword.
As if to say.
"I've always remembered your betrayal of me, and your refusal to hand over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to me."
"This is your biggest mistake. You have to stand by me today, or you know what I mean."
