Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

In the afternoon, it was the time for the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester. As soon as Clooney entered the classroom, she smelled a very strong and pungent smell of garlic, so she and Cedric cast a miniature version of the bubble on themselves. Head curse. I also made headgear for my roommates to prevent the spread of odor. In order not to attract attention, a physical illusion curse was also added.

"I feel like my eyes hurt!" Emilia squinted her eyes. She even wanted to wear a pair of glasses for herself. She felt that the air was spicy, or that the smell was about to form an entity to attack everyone. A student now!

"What's going on?" She looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the podium with a grimace - his clothes were no different from previous years, and he still had the same thing on his head that was discussed by everyone at the opening ceremony. A bunch of stupid scarves, looking like some kind of sectarian from India.

"Professor Quirrell?"

When the once high-spirited professor heard her voice, he immediately raised his lowered head, but soon lowered his eyelids again. He stumbled and replied: "Miss...Albert...!"

Clooney felt that he exuded the "something is wrong with me" aura all over his body - since becoming familiar with him, Professor Quirrell preferred to call her by her Christian name. Maybe because he is in the classroom now, he thinks this is not good? Clooney guessed suspiciously that she wanted to ask the professor who had helped her a lot about his experience of taking a year off from classes, but it was a pity that Quirrell had no intention of talking to her more.

"You-you-you-go back to your seat first, get in!" He stuttered out word after word, his upper and lower jaws trembling constantly as he spoke, as if they were fighting with each other. , looking extremely sad, "Go to class soon!"

"Okay, Professor." She returned to her seat a little disappointed, but she decided to stay and talk to him alone after class.

"What's the matter, Lenny?" Cedric.

"Sed, do you still remember the paper I published before the vacation?" Claudine carefully whispered into Cedric's ear, "Part of it contains reference to the personal information given by Professor Quirrell. You asked me last year When I asked about the Muggle Studies class, Professor Quirrell was the teacher teaching the class at the time."

"I remember." Cedric nodded, "You said at the time that he was a very—erudite man."

Cedric stiffly controlled his head not to turn while glancing towards the podium: "But he looks completely different from what you said."

"He is indeed completely different!" The girl secretly hammered her thigh, then held the area and exhaled in pain, "That's the problem! How could he change in just one year?" So much! And he has never had this weird smell before!"

"Also! That purple scarf! He wrapped it on his head inexplicably! I can't believe that he suddenly awakened the rebellious heart of Ravenclaw after such a long time after graduation and decided to do something different from the public. Different weird things – he’s obviously a very reserved person!”

"That's indeed the case." Cedric replied, "Maybe he encountered something bad this year."

"I think so too." Clooney quietly encouraged himself, "I'm going to talk to him after class."

"Roger! Sir!" Cedric saluted playfully, "Then I'll leave with Richie and the others then? Let me know when you get a reply."

The Hufflepuffs were also disgusted by the smell, but they were too embarrassed to speak. Cedric had no choice but to try to ventilate the classroom and use airflow to disperse the smell - they had only learned a small-scale deodorizing spell for attachments before, but they didn't expect that they would have to use a large-scale deodorizing spell this semester...

Clooney swore that this was the most painful Defense Against the Dark Arts course she had ever taken: the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers were well-known academic bastards who could not last more than one school year. These hollow teachers Just ran away. But this does not mean that she does not expect the school to send a normal teacher to teach this subject: it is obviously a very interesting practical course! !

After Professor Quirrell, who is rich in theoretical knowledge, took over this course, his teaching style was completely different from before! The high-spiritedness that he once had in his familiar field has turned into a very awkward exaggeration. While speaking in a low voice and stumbling over his words, he told some very bizarre and bizarre experiences, and most of his classmates laughed at what he told - he couldn't even tell the specific details of what he experienced! She really couldn't bear the fact that the teacher she always respected and cared for was reduced to such a situation. After class the corridors were filled with stupid and smelly comments from the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

"professor!"

The girl who Quirrell had been avoiding since the beginning of school finally blocked his way. Under the dazzling sunlight, her eyes, which were originally so dark that the pupils could not be seen, finally showed a glimmer of color. His heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously wanted to avoid her.

"Professor!" The girl followed persistently, "Did something happen to you?"

"No-no-no-" Quirrell wanted to get rid of her quickly, "Nothing happened!"

"As I said in class, I'm just going to practice." He stumbled and said, "It's nothing, Miss Albert."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to chat with you!" Crowney said sincerely, "I still have many things to tell you. Did Professor Flitwick read the newspaper to you?"

"Promise her!" A sinister voice sounded in Kino's mind, and the thing he wanted to avoid the most happened. The girl looked up at him unconsciously, her eyes full of care and respect for him, which made him feel like his heart was being torn by some beast: he also knew that his behavior was too abnormal - but he couldn't do anything. Can not change.

"Okay, you can follow...Albert." He promised in a low voice, even forgetting to add the prefix.

Quirrell's office was moved to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office this year, but his desktop was much neater than before - even a little blank. Clooney looked around the office. There was nothing on the desk, not even the common ink bottles and pen dippers. The books he once loved hadn't even been moved to the new office, and the books on Muggle Studies had disappeared without a trace.

And since entering the office, Quirrell actually just stood aside with some restraint. After the girl sat down familiarly, he opened his seat and sat down hurriedly as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Professor, have you read "Spell Innovation"?" The index finger of the girl's right hand gently tapped the back of her other hand, "I originally wanted to talk to you about your curse theory. ——This paper caused a great response.”

"I-I know-Miss Albert."

Clooney scrutinized his every move suspiciously: Professor Quirrell's body was sitting upright, his eyes were moving left and right involuntarily, but he just didn't look at her. His hands were folded together, but there was an occasional tremor between his thumbs.

"You promised me before that you would give me a surprise when you come back." The girl pouted her lips coquettishly, "This time there is only surprise, not joy."