This Hogwarts is not normal

Early Saturday morning, Quirrell woke up in a happy mood.

As soon as he wrapped his turban and opened the door, Vincent's big face came closer.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell."

He smiled forcedly, "Wei——Wayne, you——why are you here?"

"I'm having a bit of a learning problem."

"Yes—that's right."

Quirrell bowed slightly, and Seamus's little head squeezed in.

Followed by first-year students such as Harry and Ron.

Except for Hermione, all the Gryffindor freshmen this year were present.

The originally small office became crowded in an instant.

Quirrell's whole face was dumbfounded.

The reason why I woke up so early today was to go to Diagon Alley to buy a new wand.

But looking at this battle, I'm afraid they won't be able to go out without solving their problems.

"Professor, we all want to learn some magic to deal with dark wizards."

Vincent blinked his eyes wide, "We are all young wizards in the first grade, and we have no power to resist when we meet a mysterious person."

fart!

Quirrell cursed inwardly.

This man draws out his gun and shoots when he sees him. Does this mean he has no power to resist?

"When—of course."

"Great!" Seamus took out his wand excitedly.

Although the level is not good enough, he is still a serious professor.

"Can you not—don't point it at me?" Quirrell tilted his head away from the wand in his hand.

"Sorry." Seamus flipped his hand and pointed again accidentally.

The wand almost touched the hood.

"Let's go to another—to another place."

"Okay!"

A large group of young wizards Wuyangyang followed Quirrell.

"Master, what are they trying to do?"

"Quirinas, don't disturb my rest—"

Quirrell glanced back at Vincent with a smile on his face.

The scheming Batman is targeting himself again.

Catwoman is not here, and Nightwing and Robin probably have more to say.

He opened the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and moved the podium with his hands with some bitterness.

"Professor, don't you use magic?"

"That's--this little thing."

His trembling was not from fear, but from anger at this man.

Everyone uses alder wands, and no one can please anyone with a head-to-head.

insidious!

Vincent shook his wand lightly, "Professor, how about I help you?

Wingardim Leviosa—"

Those floating desks seem to be mocking Quirrell's incompetence.

He didn't need Voldemort to remind him, he knew what the students were thinking.

Especially Seamus, whose face was full of contempt, even questioned Vincent with his eyes.

"He's a professor anyway, and there's always something redeeming about him."

Quirrell couldn't read the embarrassed expression, but he could read the provocation in the blue eyes.

Voldemort knows more advanced wandless casting skills than the Levitating Curse, but even if he is willing to teach him, it is impossible to learn it in a short time.

Lie flat and let it be ridiculed.

"Wei—Wayne, I actually have something else to do."

Vincent looked at the alder wand clutched in his hand.

The wizarding world has basically zero information about Voldemort.

no real name,

Will the magic no,

Not even Hogwarts in which year.

This point of Master Legilimency was still guessed by him.

The reason why Hermione was not allowed to come was very simple, it was just because he wanted to preliminarily determine whether he was a born master, and to avoid exposing too many follow-up arrangements in advance.

"Professor, you can demonstrate a simple spell, I learn it quickly."

"Ok—yes."

Quirrell, ready for humiliation, aimed his wand at him. .seven

"Armor protection—"

The posture and pronunciation are very standard, but nothing happened.

"Hehe." Seamus raised his head proudly.

His food is a little bit, but at least he can blow up something every time.

Ron whispered to Harry next to him.

"That's worse than any Auror in the Ministry of Magic.

Although their Iron Armor Curse is ridiculously weak, at least they all have a specific shape. "

Harry looked a little surprised, "Really? Professor Dumbledore won't be able to find it—I mean he should still have some real skills."

"Vincent has misjudged. Like most people in the Ministry of Magic, he is thinking of getting paid."

What Ron said made sense.

Harry was a little shaken, "He was another professor before, maybe he just hasn't adapted yet?"

"I heard from Fred and George that he used to teach Muggle Studies."

"Er - I think Dumbledore - you know what I mean."

Quirrell's face was ugly.

For Voldemort was spitting out the fragrance in his head again.

As an old enemy, Harry Potter looked down on him, just like the Dark Lord who almost ruled the British Isles.

The state of mind is broken, but it will affect normal judgment.

Vincent smiled and explained to Neville, "The professor is too nervous, you must not be like this in the future."

"Is that the reason?"

"Yes, don't lose faith in yourself."

Neville, who half understood, puffed out his small chest, and looked confidently at Quirrell, who was like a clown.

This year's most courageous students were like this, and Voldemort was so angry that he wanted to use Quirrell's body to have fun in Avada.

"Master, this must be Wayne's conspiracy!"

"You trash! You can't even handle a child—"

The aggrieved Quirrell hadn't persuaded him a few words, and Seamus proposed to go back to the fighting class.

"Vincent, instead of wasting time here, we might as well learn a few useful tricks from you."

"But teach him—"

"It can't be that the wand is broken, can it?" Seamus glanced over, "What do you think, professor?"

"No—it's not broken." Quirrell forced a very ugly smile.

He wasn't crazy, but Voldemort was going crazy.

"Sorry, professor." Vincent, who was walking at the end, bent down, "I didn't consider your miserable experience during the holiday."

Quirrell thought he was talking about vampires, but when he was about to say something, the other party also left.

"Master, does Wayne know something through the wand?"

"do not bother me!"

"But Master, if that's the case—"

"Dumbledore and Snape are not fools!

Wayne is no fool either!

None of these Occlumency masters are fools!

You are the fool, Quirinus! "

Qi Luo, who had been scolded for ten minutes, walked out of the classroom in misfortune.

He was wronged, very wronged.

students look down on themselves;

the master despises himself;

I even look down on myself a bit.

"Don't you dare to think like that again!"

Quirrell shrank his neck and walked out of the castle.

Just thinking about it, Voldemort scolded him for another half hour.

"Master, we have arrived."

Ollivander at the wand shop was very welcoming.

When he heard that he was going to buy a new wand, the smile on his face was almost blooming.

"Alder, unicorn wool core—"

In a pile of old boxes, he dug out a wand of the same combination as Quirrell's before.

The appearance is a bit crude, it looks like a wooden stick.

"Professor Quirrell, are you sure you won't try anything else?"

"I just want this one."

Ollivander said with pain on his face: "This is my very early work, and I originally planned to keep it well."

Quirrell, slandered inwardly, took out a small bag.

"It's—okay."

Ollivander changed his face instantly after opening it, "It's actually pretty easy to use, but the exterior hasn't been carefully polished."

Quirrell went straight out with his new wand.

A wizard like him who came to buy a second wand was taken for a ride in the eyes of all the wandmakers.

Because the Ministry of Magic and the school are not taken advantage of, they will only subsidize the first wand of the little wizards.

And it's almost cost price, the kind that doesn't make a lot of money.

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