Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 149 The Dark Wizard and the Liar Professor

Although Kangna successfully conjured buttons, her buttons still had beetle legs, which looked like a stunted turtle from a distance.

 “Pfft…”

Kyle couldn't help laughing.

Kanna covered her half-transformed beetle and said angrily: "Why are you laughing? Maybe you are not as good as me!"

Kyle didn't speak, and just waved his wand lightly.

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

The little wizards around them suddenly exclaimed. They didn't expect that someone would complete the request so quickly.

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

 “Ten points for Hufflepuff!”

Kyle turned his head and shrugged at Connor.

　　　…”

Kanna blushed angrily and turned her head away from him.

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

As a reward, Professor McGonagall exempted them from homework, while others had to submit 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 just said.

The normal work of more than ten inches is already torture enough, but two feet...this is simply killing him!

Mikel turned his head and looked at Kyle with hope in his eyes: "Help me...You must lend me a copy of this homework..."

"Feel sorry."

Kyle couldn't bear it, but he still reached out and patted his shoulder and said, "Have you forgotten? I don't have to write it."

The light in Mikel's eyes disappeared instantly.

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

Although Oren is a dark wizard, I have to say that his practical classes are indeed very attractive. It only took him one school year to successfully make the young wizards have a strong interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

  The classroom Professor Quirrell chose was on the third floor. It was a narrow room, far less spacious than the one last year.

And there is only one window in the whole room, so it looks very dark even in broad daylight.

 After arriving in the classroom, everyone felt a thump in their hearts and had a bad premonition.

 After Professor Quirrell walked in, this premonition became even stronger.

Whose serious professor smells like garlic all over his body?

And the taste is very strong, as if garlic has been refined.

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

 “No…can’t open the window.”

Professor Quirrell stammered: "I...when I was dealing with...a resurrected zombie during the summer vacation, 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."

Resurrection zombie?

 The little wizards suddenly became interested.

Gryffindor Katie Bell asked curiously: "Professor Quirrell, what do the resurrected zombies look like."

“It has fangs that are several inches long, its body is like steel, and it is immune to spells. It’s scary!”

 “Wow~~”

Everyone suddenly exclaimed, and when they looked at Professor Quirrell, their eyes changed.

The body is like steel, and it is also immune to magic spells... This kind of creature will be difficult to deal with even for Aurors.

I didn’t expect that the clown-like professor in front of me could be such a powerful master. The little wizards looked at Professor Quirrell with admiration, and it seemed that even the strong garlic smell on his body was not that unpleasant.

“He must be trying to drive away the vampire he met on his journey, fearing that the vampire would come back to look for him.”

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

Professor Quirrell glanced at him in surprise, then nodded silently.

This is a good reason, much better than he thought.

 “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 again...this...involves a very profound...magic, after all...you don't understand it either."

 Looking at Professor Quirrell, whose speech was vague and unable to speak a word for a long time, everyone's eyes changed again.

This expression almost clearly told everyone that he was lying.

Katie refused to give up and asked again: "It's okay, Professor, just tell me. If we don't understand the curse, we can go to the library to look it up."

 Others echoed:

 “Yes, Professor.”

 “Professor, just tell us.”

 “Even if it’s just a few words, that’s fine.”

 …

Professor Quirrell's face turned even redder. He held it in for a long time, 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 fine.”

 This time, the guess was confirmed.

 There is no need to think about it, Professor Quirrell must have lied just now, he must not have encountered any resurrected zombies.

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

And he’s also a liar who likes garlic.

This is not as good as Oren.

Everyone suddenly lost interest in listening to the lecture and began to make small moves underneath.

 Some write letters, some make up for homework, and some play with toads...

Professor Quirrell saw all these, but he said nothing. He just took the "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide" and read the contents according to the script.

 Those who didn’t know better thought that Professor Binns had fallen in love with him.

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

They are all dark wizards, why is there such a big gap?

Kyle kept his spirits up and finally made it to the end of get out of class.

“That sucks.” During lunch, Connor couldn’t help complaining: “I don’t understand why the principal asked him to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.”

“Maybe we really can’t find anyone.” Cedric thought for a while and said, “As you know, there has always been a shortage of professors for this course.”

 “But we can’t just read from the textbook.”

Kanna still didn't understand, "If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to just find a ghost like Professor Binns? You don't have to worry about the curse."

"This..." Cedric opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He suddenly felt that this sentence really made sense.

 (End of this chapter)