Chapter 150: Chapter 148: Dark Wizard and Professor of Deceit
Although Conna successfully transford it into a button, it still had the legs of a beetle, from a distance it looked like a malford turtle.
"Pfft..."
Kael couldn’t help but laugh.
Conna quickly covered her half-transford beetle in embarrassnt and anger said, "What’s so funny? Maybe you’re not even as good as !"
Kael didn’t say anything, just waved his wand lightly.
The beetle on his desk instantly transford into a delicate button with a turtle pattern.
The young wizards around imdiately gasped in astonishnt; they hadn’t expected anyone to complete the task so quickly.
Professor McGonagall seed a bit surprised too, but she soon nodded in satisfaction, picked up the button to show to the class, and gave Kael a rare smile.
"Ten points to Hufflepuff!"
Kael turned around and shrugged at Conna.
"..."
Conna flushed with anger, turned her head and ignored him.
It wasn’t until class ended that Conna finally succeeded in turning her beetle into a button.
As a reward, Professor McGonagall waived their howork, while the others, would have to submit a paper at least two feet long before the next class.
After leaving the classroom, Mikel looked deathly pale, continuously muttering Professor McGonagall’s earlier words.
Usually, those ten-inch assignnts were already torturous enough, but two feet... it was literally killing him!
Mikel turned his head, looking at Kael with eyes full of hope: "Save ... you must let
copy your assignnt this ti..."
"Sorry."
Kael felt a bit guilty, but still patted him on the shoulder and said, "Did you forget? I don’t have to write it."
The light in Mikel’s eyes instantly faded.
After Transfiguration Class, everyone was eagerly looking forward to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Even though Oren was a Dark Wizard, it’s undeniable that his practical classes were very engaging. He managed to spark the young wizards’ keen interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts within just one school year.
Professor Quirrell chose a classroom on the third floor, a cramped room that was much less spacious than last year’s.
Moreover, it contained only one window, making it appear very dim even in broad daylight.
Upon entering, everyone’s hearts sank with a sense of foreboding.
And when Professor Quirrell finally arrived, that feeling only intensified.
No serious professor should sll like garlic all over!
Moreover, the scent was so strong it seed like the garlic itself had co to life.
Several students imdiately covered their noses, wanting to open the window, but Professor Quirrell stopped them.
"No... no opening the windows."
Professor Quirrell stamred, "During the holiday, when I dealt with... an Inferius, I got hit with its curse and can’t be exposed to the wind."
Saying this, he pointed to his large scarf.
"This is... a gift from the African prince I saved... it can protect
well."
Inferius?
The young wizards imdiately beca interested.
Gryffindor’s Katie Bell curiously asked, "Professor Quirrell, what does an Inferius look like?"
"It has... several inch-long... fangs, its body is like... steel, and it can... resist charms... very terrifying!"
"Wow~~"
Everyone gasped in astonishnt; their view of Professor Quirrell also changed.
A body like steel and immune to charms... even an Auror would find it difficult to deal with such a creature.
Who would’ve thought this clown-like professor was actually such a formidable expert.
The young wizards looked at Professor Quirrell with admiration; even the strong scent of garlic on him seed less offensive.
"He must be using it to ward off vampires he encountered on his travels, afraid one might co back for him."
Soone confidently declared, "The thing these creatures fear most is garlic, that must be it."
Professor Quirrell glanced at him with a hint of surprise, then silently nodded.
That reason was brilliant, much better than what he’d thought up.
"Professor Quirrell."
At this mont, Katie asked again, "Inferius are so powerful, how did you defeat it, could you tell us?"
"This... I, I..."
Professor Quirrell’s face turned red as he mumbled, "Well, um, and then like this... it involves very advanced... magic, if I said... you wouldn’t understand."
Watching the inarticulate and evasive Professor Quirrell, everyone’s gaze shifted once again.
This expression was almost like openly telling everyone, he was lying.
Katie, undeterred, asked again, "No problem, Professor, just tell us. If we don’t understand the charms, we can look them up in the library."
Others chid in:
"Yes, Professor."
"Professor, please tell us."
"Even just a brief explanation would be fine."
...
Professor Quirrell’s face grew even redder, and after hesitating for a long ti, he ignored everyone’s words, turning his head to look out of the window.
"I don’t like... the weather in the United Kingdom, it’s too rainy... Romania’s much better."
With this, their suspicions were confird.
No need to guess, Professor Quirrell certainly lied earlier; he definitely didn’t encounter any Inferius.
Everyone felt extrely disappointed. Although they had anticipated that this year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts professor might not be reliable, they hadn’t expected him to be a complete fraud.
And one with a love for garlic, no less.
They preferred Oren over him.
Interest in the lesson vanished instantly, replaced by distractions beneath their desks.
Writing letters, finishing howork, even playing with toads...
Professor Quirrell noticed all of it but said nothing, simply reading the content of "Dark Power: Self-defense Guide" verbatim.
Soone unknowing might think it was Professor Binns possessing him.
As Kael listened, he began to feel drowsy and for a mont even missed Oren.
Both were Dark Wizards, yet the difference was imnse.
Kael struggled to stay awake, barely making it to the end of class.
"Terrible," Conna couldn’t help but complain during lunch, "I don’t understand why the Headmaster would have him teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Probably because they couldn’t find anyone else." Cedric thought for a while and then said, "You all know, the position for this subject’s professor has always been scarce."
"But just reading from the textbook isn’t acceptable either."
Conna was still a little dissatisfied, "If that’s the case, they could just find a ghost like Professor Binns, there wouldn’t even be any worry about curses."
"Uh..." Cedric opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a mont.
Suddenly, he realized how much sense that statent actually made.
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