HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

The next morning, Slytherin and Ravenclaw attended a History of Magic class together. The teacher was a ghost, and no one knew how many years he had been there.

It was just a short history class, which I passed easily. What was difficult was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon. It was hard to imagine how painful it would be to stay in a classroom filled with the smell of garlic for two hours.

At this moment, Wuyou picked up the perfume and sprayed it on her body twice. Pansy turned around and squinted her eyes and looked at her with a smile: "Mavis, what's going on today? I remember you rarely spray perfume, right?"

Wuyou put the perfume on the table: "Nothing, I just heard that the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class stinks, so I wanted to spray some perfume to isolate it."

Pansy frowned: "Is it so exaggerated?"

Wuyou nodded solemnly: "I heard it tastes like garlic."

Pansy immediately picked up the perfume and sprayed it twice: "Did he eat that without brushing his teeth? That's disgusting!"

Wuyou thought that perfume was not very safe, so he decided to press acupoints to block his sense of smell.

Wuyou looked at Pansy and said, "I think perfume is still not safe. How about I help you block your sense of smell?"

Pansy shook her head: "Ah? Block the sense of smell? That sounds dangerous. Forget it."

Wuyou knew clearly that there was no such thing as "acupressure" in the UK. After all, it was their unique skill. It was normal for her to feel unfamiliar and hesitant. She would probably be willing to accept it after the class.

This class was taken with Gryffindor. The little lions were originally discussing something in a low voice, but when they heard footsteps approaching, they immediately quieted down.

As the classroom door opened, an extremely strong smell of garlic wafted into the air, making people frown.

Influenced by their family's traditional etiquette and upbringing, the Slytherin students only frowned slightly and did not show it too much, even though they felt extremely uncomfortable inside.

In contrast, the Gryffindor students were more direct in their reactions. Most of them showed their disgust clearly on their faces, and some even exaggeratedly covered their mouths and noses with their hands, as if the smell would corrode their souls.

Ron and Harry looked as painful as if they had eaten the snot of a troll. Luo Yunchi and Mo Changqing raised their hands almost at the same time and pressed two acupoints to block their sense of smell.

The reason given by Professor Quirrell was that the turban was soaked in garlic juice in order to avoid being hunted by vampires.

I can’t believe that Lord Voldemort, who is feared by the wizarding world, would have to endure such injustice. He is truly worthy of being the Dark Lord.

Wuyou looked at their painful expressions and took out the sachets he had prepared in advance and gave them to them.

Pansy clearly couldn't stand it, but she had to hold back her expression for the sake of her ladylike image. After getting the sachet, she wanted to get into it.

Draco next to him frowned and tried to hold back his anger. Wuyou stuffed a sachet in his hand, and he quickly put it to his nose and sniffed it a few times before he breathed a sigh of relief.

While Qi Luo turned around, Wuyou quickly turned around and stuffed a sachet into Theodore's hand behind him.

Pansy also gave it to Mo Changqing and Blaise.

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the students rushed out of the classroom like birds that had been untied.

Even the students of Slytherin College, who were usually the most calm and self-sustaining, were no exception. They all quickened their pace, as if they would die if they slowed down a step.

After coming out, Wuyou untied the acupoints and took a deep breath of fresh air. At this moment, her nose finally came back to life.

Pansy: "Merlin's socks! This teacher stinks!"

Wuyou covered his mouth and smiled: "I would like to call this class The Adventures of Little Nose."

Draco looked disgusted: "What do you mean by avoiding vampires?! Where do vampires come from in Hogwarts!"

Mo Zhangqing punched the air twice: "I would rather fight a vampire than wear this kind of thing, ugh"

Pansy: "Why is there such a weird professor in school?!"

Theodore rubbed his brows and said, "I have to admit that I agree with you very much."

Draco: "I can't believe he's a professor at Hogwarts! I'll definitely tell my dad!"

Pansy frowned in disgust: "I think we should wear perfume to Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the future."

Blaise looked hopeless: "I don't think any perfume can resist his scent."

Draco: "It smells like we're taking classes in a pool of stinky garlic"

Pansy: "Ugh, that's enough, stop talking, I'm going to collapse."

This sentence was so accurate and so precise in its description that everyone couldn't help but show an expression of disgust.

Bryce suddenly looked at Mo Changqing: "Ivis, I saw you didn't show any pain in class just now. Even Theodore couldn't stand it. I didn't expect you to be so patient!"

Mo Zhangqing shook his head: "No, he only came in for a short while and I couldn't accept the acupuncture to block my sense of smell, so I couldn't smell it at all during the rest of the time."

Draco: "Acupuncture to block the sense of smell? What does that mean?"

Mo Changqing pointed to several acupuncture points on his body and said, "When these acupuncture points are blocked with spiritual power, you will lose your sense of smell. You can recover after releasing the spiritual power."

Pansy asked doubtfully, "Will it hurt?"

Mo Zhangqing shook his head: "No, it's not that serious. It hasn't reached the point where it hurts."

Pansy nodded and looked at Wuyou: "Mavis, then help me block my sense of smell next time in class."

Mavis nodded with a smile: "I'm happy to help."

Theodore was indeed a smart man, and he understood the mystery immediately. So he turned to look at Mo Changqing beside him and said, "Elvis, please help me seal my sense of smell before the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next time."

Mo Zhangqing nodded slightly: "No problem."

Bryce and Draco beside them also came forward and asked Mo Changqing to help block his sense of smell next time.

Faced with the requests from these two good friends, Mo Changqing would certainly not refuse.