Chapter 35 Voldemort and Harry's first meeting
"Argus, why are you sitting in the back row?"
"Of course, Professor Quirrell only knows how to read textbooks, and he even reads textbooks haltingly. Who wants to listen!"
"I really don't know what Dumbledore is thinking. Why did he invite a loser to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"
"..."
Argus listened to the discussions of the students around him and did not explain anything.
Silently sitting in the back row, he picked up a book to block himself.
He knew that Quirrell was definitely not as simple as he showed in class.
An excellent student from Ravenclaw, he had a strong desire to explore magic and dared to go to the Dark Forest alone.
If he was really useless, Voldemort would not have chosen him as his parasite.
The cowardly performance at Hogwarts was just his cover-up and Voldemort's drag.
In the classroom, without Argus leading the way, and Quirrell's reputation among students was not very good.
The first few rows were like public classes in college, and no one could be seen.
Students squeezed back if they could, and those who came late could only sit in the middle with curses.
A strong smell of garlic heralded Quirrell's arrival.
The classroom was suddenly filled with coughs.
Quirrell smiled awkwardly and walked to the podium.
"Classmates, please take out my...our textbook, the "Dark Magic Self-Defense Guide."
"Turn...turn to the first page."
"Today we are going to talk about...Plush."
He stuttered in just a few words, wasting dozens of seconds of class time.
As for the following narration, it was even more boring.
It was obvious that Plush was just a harmless magical animal rated as XX level by the Ministry of Magic, and it was basically harmless to wizards.
If you want to expel them, you don't even need magic.
Some wizard families even keep them as pets.
But Quirrell talked about such simple content with a hammer on the left and a club on the right.
Not only were they all in the textbook, but they were also confusing.
Argus was originally confused. Even if he was just reading from the textbook, there wouldn't be no one listening.
Now I finally understand!
It's not that he doesn't want to listen, it's that he can't find the part in the book he's reading!
While reading the textbook, Quirrell tried to ask the students a few questions, but found that no one paid attention to him.
A trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.
"Give me your body!"
A hoarse voice sounded in Quirrell's mind, and then an irresistible force came over him.
Quirrell's eyes changed.
No longer standing in the middle of the podium reading the textbook like before, he walked around among the students with interest.
Argus, who had been observing secretly, was startled!
He buried his head even lower, fearing that he would attract Quirrell's attention.
At this moment, Voldemort closed the book in his hand.
Click!
The sound was not loud, but it attracted everyone's attention.
"If you think studying textbooks is too boring, let's try a new learning method."
Voldemort took out his wand and enjoyed the feeling of being noticed by countless students.
He had wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for a long time, but was rejected by Dumbledore.
Until he started the Wizard War.
I thought there would be no chance again, but I never thought it would happen to Quirrell.
"Please put down your textbooks and take out your wands."
Voldemort just waved his wand, and everyone's textbooks were instantly closed and gathered aside.
The magical scene caused a burst of exclamations from the little wizards.
Voldemort was very satisfied with the reaction of the crowd. His constantly moving posture did not seem to be lecturing.
It was more like a speech on the stage.
"If you want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, you must first understand what dark magic is!"
Several students were attracted by his previous magic, and immediately raised their hands when they heard the question.
Voldemort smiled: "You don't need to raise your hands in my class. You can say whatever you want."
"Dark magic is magic that can cause harm to people!"
"Magic without a counter-curse is dark magic!"
"Dark magic is used by dark wizards!"
"..."
Most of the little wizards did not have an accurate concept of dark magic, and simply answered according to their own inner thoughts.
"Mr. Grindelwald, what do you think?"
After Voldemort finished commenting on the answers of several young wizards, he suddenly threw the question to Argus.
Argus narrowed his eyes and was about to talk casually.
But he heard Voldemort continue to speak.
"With Mr. Grindelwald's knowledge, he will surely be able to give us a perfect answer."
"I don't think you will refuse this opportunity to add points to your own college?"
Facing Voldemort's half-smile, Argus cursed in his heart!
Old fox!
Using the college to pressure me!
A simple provocation directly put Argus on the fire.
In the past classes, Argus had shown his profound knowledge more than once. If he answered casually, it would obviously make other Slytherin students feel that he was fooling around and did not care about the honor of the college.
This would be a fatal blow to his image!
He stood up and thought for a while.
"The judgment of dark magic should be whether the wizard who casts the spell has strong malice."
"For example..."
Argus picked up the wand and pointed to the podium.
"Clear spring water!"
Several streams of water flowed out in response, falling directly at Voldemort's feet.
"Clear springs are like water. Many people think that it is just a life spell, but if the water flow continues to expand and rises enough to submerge a person's body, it can also kill wizards."
"Therefore, I think that as long as the magic is released with strong malice, it can be called black magic."
"Unique insights!"
A glimmer of praise flashed in Voldemort's eyes.
In his expectation, the answer given by Argus should be a summary of the previous students, plus some textbook knowledge.
Unexpectedly, Argus gave him such a big surprise.
Even he did not have this understanding until the third grade.
"Mr. Grindelwald, please sit down."
"Because of your perfect answer, Slytherin will get five points!"
He flicked his sleeves, and the water stains on the ground disappeared completely.
The superb silent and wandless spells once again attracted the discussion of the little wizards.
"As Mr. Grindelwald said, not only magic that can cause harm to people or has no counter-curse is called black magic."
"As long as it carries strong malice, any magic can be used to kill people."
"Of course, in the eyes of most people, black magic is mainly divided into three types, Mr. Grindelwald?"
"The three types of black magic are mainly evil spells, poison spells, and curses. Among them, curses are the most evil, evil spells are the lightest, and poison spells are between the two." Argus replied calmly.
"Very good!" Voldemort nodded, and his tone suddenly became cold.
"But you missed one of them, that is... the unforgivable curses!"
He turned his head and looked at Harry fiercely.
"Mr. Potter!"
"Please tell me, which spells are called unforgivable curses?"
