Hogwarts: A Thousand Layers of Fluorescence at the Beginning

Pansy subconsciously forgot about Draco for the moment and followed White.

Draco glanced at Pansy, who was following White’s footsteps, and frowned. what’s the situation?

Haven’t the Parkinson family always been pure-blooded pioneers? How could they be together with that kind of Muggle-born guy?

Didn’t you wake up?

……

White rushed towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

A Professor Binns who doesn’t care about the life and death of his students can give White a history of magic that automatically adds three points. Then the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, a class that doesn’t even care about the life and death of the teacher, shouldn’t it give White a big shock?

You know, Professor Quirrell still has a Voldemort growing on the back of his head!

Known as the most powerful and dangerous dark wizard in history.

Wouldn’t White be able to eat enough if he leaked some research results from his fingers?

White walked into the classroom excitedly, and then frowned subconsciously.

The smell of garlic filled the tip of his nose, making White’s stomach acid surge up.

I can’t wait to just click on a bubble head charm.

The use of biological and chemical weapons without moral integrity is prohibited.

White pinched his nose and chose a seat to sit down. Pansy followed closely behind, but the expression on her face was as tight as White’s.

“Oh, what’s up with Merlin’s socks?”

Draco, who then arrived in the classroom, frowned and kept fanning with his hands, trying to inhale a less exciting smell.

“uo, yue”

Hannah, who walked into the classroom behind him, couldn’t hold back a retching sound and ran towards the outside of the classroom.

“Professor, can you please open a window?”

White said

“I, I, I am injured and cannot see the wind.”

Qi Luo said stuttering.

White gritted his teeth and thought it was a small sacrifice to increase his points.

Then, he realized that he was wrong.

When he entered this place where Lupine was a professor, it was clearly clean and open. , the classroom was extremely dark at this moment, it was just a wrong start.

After Quirrell, the Jinchuriki of Voldemort, successfully became the Professor of Defense Against Dark Arts at Hogwarts, what he did was really shocking. He was really afraid that the little wizard would learn something real from him to deal with Voldemort on the back of his head.

As soon as he started class, he was talking about the curse he encountered in Africa.

One second he said he was a vampire, and the next he denied it. It was changed to a zombie, but before everyone could fully accept it, he slapped his head and said that it was actually a snow monster

, right? White, who originally just thought that Quirrell didn’t dare to teach, was now suspicious. , the guy in front of me is just a squib pretending to be a professor.

He doesn’t follow any basic wizarding laws and has no professional qualities as a professor.

No wonder, the evil wizard world is getting worse and worse. When Voldemort comes, everyone is the leader. Look at how many Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have been replaced at Hogwarts.

Are they useless?

Look, someone like Quirrell can be a professor now. He can be a professor. Is this a professor?

I don’t know. If you can’t even teach a person how to recite in unison in a class, why don’t you expect him to go out and exercise? If you meet a werewolf or vampire, you can easily subdue him. After the little wizard, I can say that the meat is good.

The little wizard will not die with regrets that he can’t let you have fun.

This class is about to end!

White’s skill panel is not moving at all. No, adhering to the principle of losing money if you don’t make money, after everyone left, White took a big breath to adapt to the environment, holding the book, and walked towards Quirrell who had almost finished the messy presentation with an expression of admiration.

“Professor Quirrell!”

White, his eyes were shining, and his whole body exuded the excitement of a fan approaching his idol.

“What, what, what’s wrong, Phoenix, sir.”

Qiluo forced a smile and looked at White

“Professor Quirrell, you actually remember my name”

“Professor Quirrell, you know, when I listened to the stories you told me in class, I really admired you.”

“Worship, worship me? Quirrell turned around and found that no one else was talking. Did he hear it correctly?

There are people who admire water lessons of this level… Could it be that I, Quirrell, am a genius?

“Professor Quirrell, I heard others say that you were very good at reading when you were a student in school, and your academic performance was always at the top. Quirrell smiled noncommittally and did not stop White from praising him.

Although he had good grades when he was in school, his life was not going well. Naturally, no one admired him so much. The little wizard was still easy to deceive. The little wizard now can So kind

“Professor Quirrell, I was also told that you went to Africa to obtain first-hand information, which led to your injury.”

White’s eyes were sad and he even squeezed out two tears.

“This, this, nothing……”

Quirrell felt a little carried away. Is this what it feels like to be admired by others? It’s really good. The Lord was just like that at the beginning.

“Professor Quirrell, you are actually lying to us, right?”

Qi Luo’s hands suddenly became dull.

【Ding, Quirrell is detected to be emotionally excited, free points +1 (emotional feedback)】

“You, what are you talking about……”

“Professor Quirrell, you’re not actually fighting a vampire at all. You’re actually looking for a guy. Quirrell felt it was difficult to breathe, and he felt like his little secret had been revealed.

“You, what are you talking about?”

“Professor, others have told me that you have always been a very rigorous scholar. If you are able to accept the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, you must have found a solution.”

“Apart from finding the missing mysterious person somewhere in the world and killing him, I’m afraid there is no other solution.”

“Professor, I understand that the head you have been wrapping must have suffered from incurable black magic scars caused by that guy’s deathbed counterattack.”

“I know.”

White’s words directly hit Quirrell’s heart and lungs.

He was a bit introverted when he was in school. Even if he had good grades, he was still teased by his classmates in life. He was aware of his own shortcomings, and his desire for knowledge led him to embark on black magic. As the research deepened, Quirrell became more and more aware of Voldemort’s lofty status on this road. By a strange combination of circumstances, he met Voldemort possessed by a snake in the Albanian forest.

“I will share all my research and wisdom with you.”

The promise Voldemort made to him was so tempting.

“Professor, don’t worry, although I’m only a first-year student, I’m quite good at writing some short stories.”

“Professor, I’ll write about your fight with that guy”

“He dared to hurt my most beloved Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I will try my best to describe him as a coward who was defeated by you and knelt down to beg for mercy.”

【Ding, Quirrell detected……】

“Professor, don’t worry, I will spend the rest of my life trying my best to publicize this matter.”

“Really, professor, don’t worry, I will definitely try my best to let all wizards know that Voldemort was once honored to have a 50-50 experience with the great teacher Quirrell.”

【Ding, Quirrell’s emotional breakdown is detected, free points +5 (emotional feedback)】

“No, no, no, Mr. Phoenix.”

Qi Luo was already sweating profusely, and the scarf on his head began to show water marks.

“Phoenix! Quirrell begged in a tone of voice

“Mr. Phoenix, this is a long story. You are still young and don’t understand. Everything you said is just speculation.”

“get out of class is over, please go.”

Qi Luo hurriedly packed up the lesson plans and left this place of right and wrong.

【Ding, it was detected that Quirrell was out of control, free points +1 (emotional feedback)]

White looked at Quirrell’s hurried pace, and wondered why he just ran away after brushing this point. ps: The setting of Quirrell in this article comes from Rowling’s early interviews and the HP Encyclopedia. I couldn’t find it in the original work. If anyone knows, please tell me. I will make changes after verification.