Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

After speaking, Professor Quirrell took out the textbook and began to give lectures according to the script. The boring content coupled with his stuttering speech speed is simply a hypnotic weapon.

The students of Slytherin and Gryffindor were even more disappointed. It was really disappointing that the long-awaited Defense Against the Dark Arts class turned out to be like this.

"How could this be, what can we learn from him teaching this way, Dumbledore... oh no I mean it's a disaster."

Draco was extremely dissatisfied with Professor Quirrell, and blurted out a sentence directly, wanting to express his dissatisfaction with Dumbledore's choice of Professor Quirrell.

But after looking at Augustus, he quickly changed his words.

"You don't have to be so nervous, Malfoy, in fact, I have a lot of dissatisfaction with my dear grandfather."

Seeing Draco's nervous expression, Augustus said indifferently.

"Do you want to take a look at Professor Quirrell's real skills?"

Augustus said to Draco.

Hearing what Augustus said, Draco breathed a sigh of relief, and spoke slowly with great interest.

"Then what to do."

Augustus put his mouth next to Draco's ear and whispered something, Draco nodded again and again, and his eyes shone with a strange brilliance.

"I don't think this is good. After all, he is a professor, and we should respect him."

Hermione looked at the plot of the two boys and said worriedly.

Daphne next to her also nodded vigorously. After the last incident, these two little lolitas became good friends, which Augustus never thought of.

Augustus directly ignored the actions of the two of them. After all, women will only affect my casting speed, and the magic point is the real fragrance. Then he immediately winked at Draco, signaling him to start performing.

"Professor Quirrell, why do you always wear a big scarf around your head, and why do you smell like garlic?"

A Slytherin student asked curiously, yes, this is the entrustment arranged by the two.

"Oh! As you know, I went to Romania during the summer vacation and met a terrible vampire there who wanted to kill me."

"It took me a lot of effort to escape, but the vampire is likely to come to me again, so I will prepare some garlic, so that the vampire will not dare to approach me."

Professor Quirrell explained with an embarrassed smile.

"But professor, this is Hogwarts. This is the safest place in the entire wizarding world. With Principal Dumbledore around, is it possible for vampires to lurk in Hogwarts castle?"

As soon as Quirrell's voice fell, another Slytherin student asked immediately.

Professor Quirrell was a little confused by the repeated questions.

"Ah, it's just in case...well, just in case."

Professor Quirrell reluctantly found an excuse, and continued to respond vaguely.

"Vampire, I heard that vampires are very dangerous black magic creatures. If you can escape from him, it seems that your level is still very high, Professor."

Professor Quirrell had just finished answering the previous question, and another Slytherin student asked immediately.

"It's...not bad, no...no big deal."

Hearing the student's half-joking words, Professor Quirrell could only respond perfunctorily.

"Then why don't you teach us the real skills? It's too boring to just follow the books. I think you can have an actual combat with one of our students. After all, actual combat is the best teaching."

Before Professor Quirrell could finish his answer, Draco said immediately.

Seeing that this moment was what he was waiting for, Draco was extremely excited, and now he was going to expose the truth about the professor's incompetence.

"Ah, this... this..."

Professor Quirrell's face was flushed, and he couldn't say a complete sentence after talking for a long time.

"Okay, I think the professor agreed, everyone left their seats to make room for Professor Quirrell to give us a practical lesson."

Seeing Professor Quirrell's embarrassing look, Augustus didn't give him time to react, and sent the final blow directly.

Hearing what Augustus said, the Slytherin students quickly left their positions and retreated to the two sides under the leadership of Draco.

The Gryffindor students were also very excited. After all, they thought this class would be nothing more than that, but unexpectedly, a boring Defense Against the Dark Arts class turned into a wonderful practical class.

So they also left their seats and retreated to both sides of the classroom. Hermione couldn't help it. She gave Augustus a blank look, pulled Daphne and retreated to both sides of the classroom with the large group.

Looking at the movements of the students, Professor Quirrell knew that he could attend today's actual combat class, and he could attend it even if he didn't.

"Okay, dear professor, I will suffer a little bit, then I will be your assistant in class today."

Augustus said softly, saluted Professor Quirrell gracefully, and then waved the Elder Wand. The tables, chairs and benches in the classroom immediately flew to the back and both sides of the classroom, forming an open space in the middle of the classroom.

Looking at the smiling handsome boy in front of him, Quirrell's legs were already shaking. In fact, he was already ready to be laughed at by the students today.

After all, he still has more important tasks to complete now, and it doesn't matter what Quirrell is going to class.

But to fight against the student in front of him, Quirrell said he was helpless, after all, he just saw it through and didn't live enough.

"Qiro, go and fight him."

Voldemort's voice suddenly sounded in Professor Quirrell's heart.

"But, master, I can't beat him."

Facing tremendous pressure, Professor Quirrell had no choice but to tell the truth.

"So what, you didn't see his provocative gaze, you can bear it, I may not come down, give me the control of the body, I will teach this kid a lesson myself."

Voldemort said that although he already knew Augustus's magical talent and saw the super magic he used, it was just a teaching practice, and it was impossible for him to use that terrifying large-scale magic.

With his many years of dueling experience, Voldemort thought that he was still very sure of defeating the little bastard in front of him.

Moreover, this little bastard is still surnamed Dumbledore. He defeated him by himself, and he can be considered as defeated Dumbledore by rounding up, so he must fight him.

Voldemort thought angrily.

"But master, are you sure you can beat him?"

Professor Quirrell said slowly with some unconfidence.

Hearing Quirrell's words, Voldemort felt that he was hallucinating, and then said angrily.

"What are you talking about? You think the greatest Dark Lord in the entire wizarding world can't beat a child like this. How dare you doubt your master. Hurry up and give me your body. Don't let me say it again."

Hearing Voldemort's hysterical roar, Professor Quirrell was so frightened that he almost knelt down on the spot, and he could only say with a wry smile in his heart,

"Yes yes, as you wish great master."

Professor Quirrell did not dare to disobey Voldemort's order, and gave him control of his body.