The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

Seeing John wandering around the office with his hands behind his back after coming in, Quirrell said with a somewhat stiff expression:

"Shafiq, what on earth are you doing here?"

"That's right, Professor Quirrell."

John turned his head and said with a smile, "You also know that I lay in the school hospital for a long time, so I missed a lot of studies. So I came to you to ask for some knowledge about Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and said:

"Oh, then just go and read "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide", which contains all my class contents."

There was nothing wrong with what Quirrell said.

Because he never prepares lessons in class, and always leads everyone to read from the textbook.

So there’s really nothing to cram for.

John shook his head and said:

"Think about it with your brain, Professor Quirrell. If I was just trying to catch up with my Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I wouldn't come to you. What I want is further knowledge! "

Hearing this, the corners of Qiluo's eyes jumped at first, and after a moment of silence, the corners of his mouth slowly rose again, and he said in a bewitching voice:

"Then, let me teach you black magic, right? This should be the 'further' knowledge you crave, right? After all, only by understanding darkness can we know how to dispel darkness. It doesn't matter, I understand your thoughts, and I will teach you. !”

John really wanted to learn black magic.

But he would never go to Quirrell and Voldemort to learn.

Because this is tantamount to giving the handle to the other party.

Later, the other party would not only use this leverage to control him, but might even use it as a self-destruct truck to expose this information to Dumbledore.

By then, he would be a Muggle.

'Slytherin's gifted student' and 'dark magic', when these two words are combined together, Dumbledore will definitely be stressed.

So John shook his head and said:

"How could I touch something as evil as black magic? It's you, Professor Quirrell. You're actually trying to trick your students into learning black magic. Aren't you afraid that I'll go back and complain to Professor Dumbledore?"

Hearing this, Quirrell was so angry that his entire face turned blue.

What John just said not only shamelessly overturned his previous view that black magic is not evil, but also threatened him!

John continued:

"I'm not going to hide it from you. I'm here this time to ask you for some practical experience and skills. Professor Flitwick always feels that I'm not suitable for learning this kind of knowledge at my age.

I don't think you have similar thoughts?After all, it is also your duty as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to improve the students' ability to fight against dark wizards. "

Quirrell was so busy with the [Fireproof Potion] that he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But before he could speak, he heard John continue:

"Feathergrass, serpent fangs, dragon's blood...are you refining [Fireproof Potion]?"

Hearing this, Quilo's expression changed drastically, and he pointed at John, trembling all over and speechless.

The ability that John showed was really amazing.

Quirrell has never seen anyone in his life who can identify ingredients and potions just by smelling them.

And when John saw Quirrell's expression, the corners of John's mouth turned up involuntarily.

He doesn't have a nose like Snape's.

He was just making a random guess based on the plot.

But I didn't expect that he seemed to have guessed it.

"Alas! But judging from the smell, it seems that you failed to refine it, right?" John sighed, "How about this, Professor Quirrell, you teach me your practical experience and skills, and I help you refine the [Fireproof Potion] . Of course, I will take half of the refined potion myself as extra reward, and you will also have to provide the other materials."

As soon as these words came out, Quirrell felt a little moved.

After all, in his current state, it is really difficult to refine [Fireproof Potion].

Moreover, John had just shown him the 'Smell the Smell Potion'.

This is enough proof of John's potion talent.

Quirrell even felt that it was no wonder that Snape valued John Shafik so much. This boy's potion talent was really outrageous.

Quirrell was silent for a while, going through the thoughts in his mind.

After discovering that Voldemort had not caused severe pain in his brain, he smiled and nodded:

"Yes, but I have one more request. That is that you need to observe more about Professor Snape, Harry Potter and others. You may not know that their recent behavior has been abnormal, and I am a little suspicious of them. Will..."

"Okay, Professor Quirrell, you don't have to make up so many reasons for me." John waved his hand impatiently, "I agree to your conditions. The only thing I care about is when are you going to start? In what way do you teach me?”

Quirrell was surprisingly lifeless this time.

He smiled and took out his wand and said:

"You can start now. As for how to teach you, haha, the fastest and best way to gain practical experience is of course to directly engage in actual combat!"

At this point, Quirrell suddenly waved his wand!

"Except your weapons!"

"boom--"

A red light shot out.

In his haste, John had no time to react. As soon as he made a dodge, he was shot by a red light and his whole body was knocked away.

This is another ability of the [Disarming Curse].

It can not only disarm the enemy's weapons, but when the magic output is strong enough, it can also create effects such as knockback and knockback.

“Very good teaching, really good!”

John struggled to get up and gritted his teeth.

And the moment he finished speaking, John also threw out a [Strength Release].

But Quirrell was prepared.

He didn't panic at all in the face of the incoming spell, and even waved the wand slightly in his hand.

"Armor protection!"

"Om-"

The roar echoed throughout the office!

Amidst the loud noise, the [Strength Release] shot by John was directly bounced back faster than before, knocking the wand out of John's hand.

"The speed of reciting spells is okay, but the speed of waving the wand is too slow, which slows down your casting speed."

Quirrell paced and said excitedly, "Also, it seems that you haven't mastered any defensive magic at all, not even the most basic [Armor Protection]! Ha! Is this the so-called genius!?

But it doesn’t matter, we have plenty of time to carry out actual training. If it doesn’t work once, just do it twice, and if it doesn’t work twice, do it three times!

If you get beaten too many times, you will naturally become good at it! "

Having said this, Quirrell rubbed his hands excitedly.

He had long wanted to teach John a lesson.

I just suffer from the fact that there is no reason.

But he didn't expect that John would actually hit the muzzle of the gun now.

This is so... so good!

Thinking of this, Quirrell couldn't help laughing loudly.

He smiled so happily that his waist bent with laughter.

But what he didn't know was that it wouldn't be long before John's progress would make him unable to laugh again.