Snakes at Hogwarts

Andros quickly stopped paying attention to the poor, pathetic creatures that were house elves.

He was not Hermione, and he had no interest in liberating these creatures whose servitude was deeply ingrained into their very bones.

Since they are content with the status quo, why bother doing thankless things?

After begging for some food for Ivar, they returned to the Slytherin common room in the dark again.

Draco looked extremely excited, and his face was still flushed with excitement until they parted.

Zabini seemed very calm, but there was also excitement in his eyes. No little wizard could resist the temptation of a night trip.

The exciting feeling makes people want to stop, and the experience of three people traveling together at night also gives these three little snakes a foundation to deepen their friendship.

The next morning, after breakfast, the Slytherin snakes ushered in Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Trust me, it was an absolute nightmare.

In a narrow, airtight and poorly ventilated classroom, together with the Ravenclaw students, they endured Quirrell's stuttering teaching style and the disgusting and unbreathable smell of garlic he exuded. .

That taste is definitely unbearable for humans.

The garlic was mixed with the stench of something broken, making people dizzy and unable to remember what Quirrell had said.

Anyway, Andros didn't listen at all.

I really don't know how the guy behind Quirrell's head tolerates this stench.

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that he has no nose.

Sitting in the back row of the classroom, holding his nose, Andros viciously imagined a noseless terrorist attached to the back of someone's head.

You said you were here to steal the magic stone, so why do you have to teach students?

Just to get through the addiction of being a teacher?

He knew that the mysterious man applied for a job at Hogwarts when he was young, but was rejected by Dumbledore.

Therefore, the most notorious Dark Lord in British history had been working hard to obtain the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts in his early years.

Is there anything more ironic than this?

"I'm dying." The voice from beside him interrupted Andros's thinking.

He turned his head, and then burst out laughing. Beside him, Draco was about to roll his eyes.

"Why, why does this man stink worse than those house elves in the kitchen yesterday?" he couldn't help complaining to Andros.

"I feel like I'm being taught by a troll who just learned to talk."

Most of Draco's injurious skills were inherited from Snape.

If Voldemort knew that you dared to say this to him, I wonder if he would have recited the wrong death curse in excitement.

"Ender, you know a lot of spells. Can you help me with any spells?"

"If it had been available, I would have used it myself."

If possible, Andros would really like to use a head soaking spell. This spell not only allows people to breathe in water, but also improves the quality of the air they inhale.

But he doesn't know how to do it. It's a spell that only senior students can learn. Andros hasn't learned it yet. He can't even use the Iron Armor Curse.

In short, the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended in such a funny way.

When the bell rang for get out of class, everyone, including Quirrell, let out a sigh of relief.

"Merlin, aren't there any normal professors at Hogwarts?"

After class, Hermione complained loudly to Andros. She just felt like her head was dizzy now.

So far, there has not been a normal professor in her class schedule.

Yesterday it was Snape who was full of venom and Professor Binns who was not a living person. Today it was Quirrell who was full of garlic smell. Hermione felt that her original good impression of Hogwarts was suddenly gone.

Moreover, the little witch happened to be sitting in the first row of the classroom, closest to Quirrell.

Andros even admired her for being able to persist in listening to a class.

"I think our definition of normality may be different from that of wizards. Do you think, how can there be a normal professor in the magical world?" Andros comforted him.

Naturally, he didn't listen to any of the lessons. Before entering school, Andros had read this book, which mainly introduced some weak dark creatures and some malicious spells.

Again, the knowledge required of first-year students is really pitiful, and most young wizards of this grade have no intention of learning independently.

This is one of the reasons why modern wizards are getting worse. It is hard to imagine that when Voldemort was about to make a comeback, many wizards in the Ministry of Magic could not cast a decent armor spell, but had to rely on the pranks of the Weasley brothers. Props will do.

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No wonder they were so afraid of Voldemort that they didn't even want to admit that he was still alive.

After all, it's not because of their own conditions, there are only a few who can truly be called elite Aurors.

It's not even as high as the Death Eaters.

Fortunately, it is now 1991, the first year when the plot begins, and I still have a lot of time to develop. As long as Lao Deng is still alive, the mysterious man will always be a mouse hiding in the dark underground.

Still the same as yesterday, the two of them returned to the great hall and walked towards their respective colleges. Hermione had no classes in the afternoon, while Andros had to go to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration with Hufflepuff. .

He had already been looking forward to the transformation technique.

I wonder if I can try to learn the Animagus, which is also a magical skill.

"Hey, Ender, did you see what I did just now?" Draco seemed always so happy at the Slytherin table.

"no, what happened"

"I just mocked those two idiots in Gryffindor, Scarface Potter, and that stupid red-haired Weasley."

Draco's words made the Slytherin table burst into applause.

Although they may also think that the little dragon is childish and ridiculous, as long as it is causing trouble for Gryffindor, you can get strong support from the Slytherins.

After so many years, the two colleges have become incompatible.

Even after Dumbledore became the principal of Hogwarts, this phenomenon did not get much relief.

Perhaps Lao Deng had no intention of relieving himself at all.

"Scarhead"

"How about it? This is my new nickname for that Potter. Does it sound good?"

"It's not bad, but if you have that time, you might as well preview the Transfiguration textbook."

"Tch, you're really boring. You just read books all day long."