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The beetle on his desk instantly turned into an exquisite button with a turtle pattern.

The little wizards around suddenly exclaimed. They didn't expect that someone could complete the requirement so quickly.

Professor McGonagall seemed a little surprised, but soon she nodded with satisfaction, picked up the button and showed it to the whole class, and gave Kyle a rare smile.

"Ten points for Hufflepuff!"

Kyle turned his head and shrugged at Connor.

"..."

Kanna's face flushed with anger and she turned her head away without looking at him.

It was not until the end of get out of class that Kanna finally succeeded in turning her beetle into a button.

As a reward, Professor McGonagall exempted them from homework, while the others had to hand in a paper at least two feet long before the next class.

After leaving the classroom, Mikel's face turned pale and he kept repeating what Professor McGonagall had just said.

Normally, the homework of more than ten inches is torturous enough, but two feet... this is simply killing him!

Mikel turned his head and looked at Kyle with hope in his eyes: "Save me... You must lend me your homework this time..."

"Feel sorry."

Kyle felt a little reluctant, but he still reached out and patted his shoulder and said, "Did you forget? I don't have to write it."

The light in Mikel's eyes disappeared in an instant.

After the Transfiguration class, it was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that everyone was looking forward to.

Although Oren is a dark wizard, it must be said that his practical classes are indeed very attractive. It only took him one school year to successfully arouse the young wizards' strong interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The classroom that Professor Quirrell had chosen was on the third floor. It was a narrow room, far less spacious than it had been last year.

And there was only one window in the entire room, so it was very dark even in broad daylight.

After arriving at the classroom, everyone's heart skipped a beat and they had a bad feeling.

This premonition became even stronger when Professor Quirrell walked in.

Whose serious professor reeks of garlic?

And the smell is very strong, as if garlic has become a spirit.

Several students immediately covered their noses and wanted to open the window, but Professor Quirrell stopped them.

"No...you can't open the window."

Professor Quirrell stammered, "I... I was dealing with a resurrected zombie during the summer vacation, and I was cursed by him... and cannot be blown by the wind."

As he spoke, he pointed to his big scarf.

"This is... the gift given to me by the African prince I rescued. It can... protect me very well."

Resurrected zombie?

The little wizards immediately became interested.

Katie Bell from Gryffindor asked curiously, "Professor Quirrell, what does a resurrected zombie look like?"

"It has... fangs... several inches long, a body like... steel, and is... immune to spells... very scary!"

"Wow~~"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, and when they looked at Professor Quirrell again, their eyes had changed.

Its body is like steel and it is immune to spells... Even an Auror would find it difficult to deal with this creature.

I didn't expect that this clown-like professor in front of me is actually such a powerful master.

The young wizards looked at Professor Quirrell in admiration, and it seemed that even the strong smell of garlic on his body was not so unpleasant.

"He must have been trying to drive away the vampire he met during his journey, fearing that the vampire would come back to find him."

Someone swore: "This creature is most afraid of garlic, it must be true."

Professor Quirrell looked at him with some surprise, then nodded silently.

This was a good reason, much better than he had expected.

"Professor Quirrell."

At this time, Katie asked again: "The resurrected zombie is so powerful, how did you defeat it? Can you tell us?"

"This... I, I..."

Professor Quirrell's face turned red, and he said vaguely, "Just like that, and then like this... This... involves very profound... magic, even if I tell you... you won't understand it."

Looking at Professor Quirrell, who spoke vaguely and couldn't say a word for a long time, everyone's eyes changed again.

This expression almost clearly told everyone that he was lying.

Katie didn't give up and asked again, "It's okay, Professor. Just tell me. If we encounter a spell we don't understand, we can go to the library to look it up."

Others chimed in:

"Yes, Professor."

"Professor, please tell us."

"Even if it's just a few words, it'll be fine."

……

Professor Quirrell's face turned even redder. He held it in for a long time, then simply ignored everyone's words and turned to look out the window.

"I don't like... the weather in the UK, it rains too much... Romania is great."

Now, the speculation has been confirmed.

There is no doubt that Professor Quirrell must have lied just now. He must not have encountered any resurrected zombies.

Everyone was extremely disappointed. Although they had thought that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor might not be very reliable, they did not expect that a liar would come directly.

And he's also a garlic-loving liar.

This is not as good as Oren.

Everyone suddenly lost interest in the class and started making small movements.

Some were writing letters, some were doing homework, and some were playing with frogs...

Professor Quirrell saw all of this, but he said nothing. He just took the book "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense" and read the contents verbatim.

If you don’t know, you might think that Professor Binns has possessed him.

As Kyle listened, he began to feel sleepy, and for a moment, he actually began to miss Oren.

They are all dark wizards, why is there such a big difference between them?

Kyle forced himself to stay awake and finally made it until the get out of class was over.

"It's terrible." Connor couldn't help complaining during lunch: "I don't understand why the headmaster let him be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Maybe they just can't find anyone." Cedric thought for a moment and said, "As you know, there has always been a shortage of professors for this course."

"But you can't just read the textbooks."

Kanna still didn't quite understand. "If that's the case, then why not just find a ghost like Professor Binns? Then we don't have to worry about the curse."

"This..." Cedric opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He suddenly felt that this sentence really made sense.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 150 Cedric's Unbearable Experience

They did not discuss Professor Quirrell's matter for too long.

Because Cedric told them that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor before Oren was even worse than Quirrell.

At that time, he had just entered school and was still a freshman with dreams and infinite longing for Hogwarts.

However, this happiness only lasted for less than two days. During the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, their professor at the time, in the name of teaching, wantonly cast evil curses on them.

Vomiting spell.

The horned curse.

Hairy curse.

Limp Legs Curse.

Skull Expansion Curse...

He has experienced all of this.

Although the professor always eliminated the negative effects of the curse in time and did not cause any substantial harm to their bodies, the feeling of being cursed was very uncomfortable.

Especially the skull expansion curse, the dizzy and uncomfortable feeling, Cedric still remembers it vividly.

Moreover, the other party will divide the students who take classes at the same time into two factions according to the academy, let them oppose each other, and duel with evil curses.

Therefore, every Defense Against the Dark Arts class was a torture for him, and it took him several days to recover.

Fortunately, this kind of days did not last long.

According to Cedric, on Halloween, a large group of heavily armed men broke into Hogwarts and took the professor away.

At first, everyone thought that the other party was a dark wizard with malicious intentions.

But it was not until a few days later that they learned from the Daily Prophet that the man was actually a fugitive patient from St. Mungo's Hospital.

And he's in the mental injury department.

……

After Cedric finished speaking, Kyle and Connor stared at him in amazement.

"This is true." Seeing that the two of them didn't believe it, Cedric spread his hands and said, "If you don't believe it, you can ask the Weasley brothers. They know it too."

Kyle shook his head and silently felt sorry for Cedric and the Weasley brothers for a second.

Sure enough, those who dare to apply for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts are not ordinary people.