HP Hogwarts, a piece of daily life

The drowsy students in the classroom woke up instantly.

Draco sat up straight like an electric shock, and looked at Professor Quirrell with suspicious eyes, as if he knew this timid garlic head for the first time.

However, Professor Quirrell on the podium still wrapped himself tightly, with his back bent, as if he hadn't changed.

Only Lin An realized that his voice was low, and a pair of light brown pupils looked straight at her. At this moment, the intense aggressive eyes oppressed her nerves!It took a lot of energy just to keep her calm.

but……

She clenched her wand and stood up: "Of course, Professor."

"You are an excellent student. Great name."

Professor Quirrell's low and elegant tone came out, and Lin An was already standing in front of him, and it seemed that only she could hear this small voice.

She shouldn't have met Professor Quirrell's eyes.

The Dark Lord is good at all kinds of dark arts, including Legilimency.

but……

Lin An thought desperately, if the other party really wanted to deal with the students, then she would not be able to resist.

If the other party has no intention of dealing with the students, then why should she resist?

So she stood here with a quite calm expression.

"I heard that you are a half-breed," Professor Quirrell looked at her approvingly, his voice almost whispering: "It's very rare for a half-breed to have such an outstanding performance."

Well known.

Oh, no, all readers who have read the book know: the Dark Lord is also a half-breed, and he was also abandoned in an orphanage, and even the same parents are ominous.

The first half of his student career was ominous, at least.

"No, Professor." Lin An looked at him with incredible calmness: "There is a high probability that I am just a Muggle."

Professor Quirrell's expression was obviously a little surprised, but Lin An said bluntly: "I don't think blood is useful at all."

"Whether I am strong enough or not is not determined by my bloodline."

The Dark Lord is obsessed with blood, and his obsession becomes a demon, and he doesn't necessarily succeed.

Professor Quirrell smiled. This kind of smile is very similar to the fake smile that everyone in Slytherin would have. It only pulled the superficial flesh, and the muscles under the eyes didn't even move at all.

"Then let me see how strong you are, who think you are a descendant of Muggles..."

He took a step back, then extended his wand like lightning.

The Slytherin students who couldn't hear the two of them communicated loudly.

Even Draco had a solemn expression - because he found that Lin An's expression was unprecedentedly serious.

"Then, the famous genius Miss Lin An, I will cast an armor protection spell on myself, and you can use everything you have learned to try to hurt me."

"Professor Quirrell!"

Draco stood up: "We just started school."

The cowering Professor Quirrell only glanced at him lightly, subconsciously, Draco sat down with a pale face.

And the people on the stage just stammered again in pale and weak voices: "One...a Malfoy."

"Professor!" Lin An raised his hand, holding the eight and a half inch ebony wand smoothly, interrupting his sigh: "I'm ready."

"So……"

Professor Quirrell's voice sounded: "Protegos."

There was something surging in the air, and then an invisible armor formed in midair, completely covering his body.

This is what can reflect all damage——

Armor body protection.