Chapter 31 The Dark Lord's Original Scarf
Nepenthes suddenly became popular at Hogwarts.
In the past, everyone only used it as a self-service drink and a natural "toilet", but they did not expect to develop new uses.
The scene of Ron being hesitant was spread by many students, and he himself also played a role in fueling the flames.
As long as a student asked about what happened in the herbal medicine class, Ron began to describe it vividly, and gave five-star praise such as "strong bag", "great suction", and "self-lubricating effect".
Ron was very excited. Since he came to Hogwarts, no matter where he went, everyone's eyes were only on Harry. It was the first time he received so much attention!
But the seeds of pitcher plants are not so easy to get, so the black market for little wizards in Hogwarts is full of fakes.
Better ones can be replaced by mimosa and Venus flytrap, and dogtail grass picked up on the roadside to fool little wizards, and even sell miniature pitcher plants. It is said that the size can be customized, and the silky feeling...
But that was actually just using the Transfiguration Charm on the mouse, and then using the solid potion to fix the shape, and it turned back into a mouse after a few days.
It's heartbreaking!
With the increase in the number of being deceived, many first-year little wizards gradually realized that the most untrustworthy ones are the gentle, kind, and funny-talking seniors and sisters.
This is the same routine as those seniors and sisters in your previous life who came to sell mobile phone cards and English newspapers when you first entered school.
On Thursday morning, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw College ushered in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which is the most anticipated class for young wizards.
When Rove and Neville arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, they almost thought they were in the wrong place:
It didn't look like a classroom at all, it looked more like a haunted house, with curtained windows and dim torches burning on the walls.
The room was filled with a strong garlic smell, which was very pungent and pungent. Due to the lack of light for a long time, it was very humid, and the humidity in the air made the smell of garlic even stronger.
Shirley always sits in the first row. She is wearing a blue robe and a crisp ponytail that wraps around her shoulders and hangs in front of her body.
Seeing her beckoning, Rove and Neville walked over and sat down beside her.
Neville covered his nose and asked, "Why don't you open the window?"
"It's all sealed with wooden boards." Shirley turned her head to look at the window, and said softly, "The curtains are also sewn shut, and they can't be opened at all."
Rove was very calm. He sat in his seat, took out Professor McGonagall's old textbook, and continued to study his notes.
He knew the details of Quirrell, and he couldn't learn much knowledge in this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts... Well, in the next seven years, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that can learn knowledge will be heresy!
That being the case, it is better to cherish the time and do something you love to do.
[McGonagall's Transfiguration Talent], there is only a one-month time limit, and Rove will take advantage of this time to finish the first-year Transfiguration course by himself.
But the other little wizards were not so calm. The irritable Justin picked up the stool and wanted to smash the wooden board nailed to the window.
"You can't smash...you can't open the window..."
Quirrell jumped out of the corner, and he seemed to be standing there early, but no one noticed.
He stammered and waved his arms to stop him: "I was injured by a vampire...now I can't see the wind...see the light..."
Hearing this, Justin quickly dropped the stool and hid back, as if he was afraid that Quirrell would turn into a vampire and bite him hard.
"It's okay... I've treated the wound... I won't become a vampire... Don't worry, everyone... That female vampire didn't bite me..."
"Professor Quirrell, tell us the story of your battle with the female vampire?" McMillan raised his hands impatiently.
"Yeah, is that female vampire... pretty?"
The little wizards were terrified at first, but when they heard that it was a female vampire, they regained their spirits in an instant.
"Beautiful." Quirrell's face was flushed, and he stammered: "At that time, I met her in a wizard hotel in Romania...she was a resident singer at the bar...named Elena...so beautiful..."
"Then what?"
"Elena knocked on my door at night... said she was going to put on a show for me..."
"Then what?!"
"She opened a bottle of red wine...to set the mood...I drank...drunk...she carried me to the bed..."
The little wizards all pricked up their ears, and the girls covered their ears shyly, but they also secretly left a gap.
"When I woke up again... I found that my luggage was missing... my passport was gone... my kidney was cut..."
"..." What kind of redemption for kidney-cutting people!
The little wizard was a little disappointed. This was not the story they wanted to hear. Professor Quirrell hurriedly said:
"I have never fought a vampire... but I helped an African chief... expelled the reanimated zombies..."
Quirrell pointed to the thick scarf wrapped around his head, tremblingly said: "This is the gift that African chief gave me...a gift from the land of Africa..."
But the sharp-eyed Hannah saw a print on the scarf that read:
Fabriqué en France
(Made in France)
Well, France is a big country in Africa, so it is reasonable to say that it is from Africa.
"Professor, why do you smell so much garlic?" Justin sniffled.
Quirrell wrapped the scarf tightly, his lips were white, and his teeth were chattering: "That's not garlic...it's perilla...my kidney is gone...it's used for wound pain...Okay, let's go to class."
Professor Quirrell stutters and has a weird accent. The way he teaches is also very simple, that is, he reads emotionally from the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook.
"We...learned the first mantra...'discarding mantra', and you all said the mantra three times with me.
abandon...abandon, give up! "
Suddenly, the sound of reading was scattered in the classroom. The little wizards never expected that Defense Against the Dark Arts is a reading class, so... I can also be a professor!
When the little wizard asked Quirrell to cast the spell again, he raised his right hand and said that he had hurt his arm fighting the dragon.
This kind of suspected bombing behavior made everyone extremely disdainful, and the look in Chilo's eyes became more and more disdainful, as if he could be a professor because he had someone behind him.
Later, Quirrell simply didn't want to read it himself, and asked the students to recite it by himself. He also drew a range, saying that he would write the spell silently in the next class.
"Professor Quirrell, long time no see." While the little wizards were studying, Rove waved his hand and greeted in a low voice.
"Ah, Rove... why are you here?"
Quirrell was taken aback. He seemed to have discovered Rove only today, even though the boy was sitting in the first row, even though the boy made such a big commotion during the sorting ceremony a few days ago.
Quirrell was full of hesitation, silent for a moment, and said, "I remember you... aren't you going to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
"I don't want to go again." Rove looked at Qilo, who was dressed like an Arab, and said with a "simply" expression:
"You said that you would come to Hogwarts to work. I thought that all the excellent wizards like you have come, so I should come here to study too."
The blond boy laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if Ilvermorny doesn't go!"
"..."
When Rove and Newt went to Albania to investigate, they met Quilo. The boy heard that the other party was called Quilo, and deliberately chatted with him for a long time.
At that time, Quirrell was not what he is now. He didn't wear a scarf, behaved normally, and didn't meet Voldemort.
"Professor, I remember you said that you were going to find the mysterious man, and that you would capture him and send him to Azkaban. Did you catch him?" Rove lowered his voice.
Quirrell turned pale and shook his head, "I didn't..."
Quirrell wanted to say "he didn't say that", but Rove interrupted: "Didn't find it? That's a pity!"
"These students don't understand your strength and say bad things about you, but I understand it too well..." The young man looked at Quirrell with admiration.
Quirrell wiped the sweat from his forehead, he was weak, and managed to force a smile, but he didn't know what the young man said next, which scared him almost out of his wits.
"I still remember your rhetoric at that time, calling the mysterious person a son of a bitch, a beast, a bastard... and saying that if you find the mysterious person, you must kill him on the spot!"
Quirrell's face was bloodless, his eyes were dull, and he was sweating profusely. He waved his hands quickly and said:
"I'm not...I didn't...don't talk nonsense..."
Rove grabbed Quirrell's hand and said enthusiastically, "Professor, show everyone your outstanding magic, don't be stingy!"
At this moment, there was a sudden "ding" in Rove's brain.
[Detected a domestic slave Quirinus Quirrell, triggering side mission 1]
Help Quirrell untie the thick scarf, let the back of his rotten head fully enjoy the warmth of the sun, rewards:
Dark Lord's Original Scarf
[One Voldemort detected in parasitic form, triggering side mission 2]
Help Voldemort leave Quirrell's body, bonus magic:
【Shapechanger】
【Ability to invade the consciousness and thoughts of magical creatures and control their behavior】
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