Chapter 62 The True Defense Against the Dark Arts
The Hufflepuff and Slytherin match was over, and it was as exciting as everyone expected.
First, the Hufflepuff players were poisoned, and Scamander came on as a substitute; then the Slytherin martial arts team was injured several players by the opponent; and finally, the wonderful high-altitude fall to the ground at a 100-meter acceleration, and Scamander caught the golden snitch. A perfect debut...
Of course, everyone's brilliance is destined to be overshadowed by Professor Quirrell.
He became the first professor who opened his mind on the Quidditch pitch!
Bludgers are enchanted and fly around the field, knocking players off their broomsticks, which is a perfectly normal thing to do.
But it's fine for a student to be hit, but as a professor, he was hit... Quirrell is still the first person!
If things only came to this point, at most it would just show his incompetence again, but a dramatic scene came...
When Mrs. Pomfrey rushed to the field to untie Professor Quirrell's scarf for treatment, Quirrell suddenly woke up from a coma. It was a medical miracle!
He even refused Madam Pomfrey's treatment on the spot, stammering:
"Small injuries... don't get in the way... go back and recuperate for a few days... that's fine."
Many people heard the sound of the skull cracking, and those who were a little closer even felt that the back of the head was sunken. This is just a minor injury...is it a problem?
Quirrell immediately reversed his cowardly image in the mind of the little wizard, and became the iron-blooded tough guy passed on by everyone, leaving Professor Snape, who was originally bad at the same level as him, far behind him, and opened up the grade.
Of course, everyone is even more curious about what is Quirrell's head made of. He even thinks that this kind of fractured skull injury is just a minor injury? !
There are all kinds of guesses. Hannah told everyone that Professor Quirrell may have practiced the magic of the Far Eastern world-the Iron Head Kungfu. She had seen a group of monks before, and they would hit their foreheads with bricks...
Susan Bones believes that Professor Quirrell's scarf may be a powerful magical item that offset part of the damage for him.
Justin only watched the newly released "Terminator 2" during the summer vacation. He tried to convince everyone that Professor Quirrell is no longer a wizard.
At the Hufflepuff table, he repeatedly told everyone:
"Quirrell is a robot made by Muggles. Like T800, he is not human. He is sent back by future Muggles to destroy Hogwarts!"
The curiosity about Quirrell's head, like a grass seed, took root in the hearts of all little wizards and began to take root.
Until one day, unknown who offered a reward of ten Galleons, pushing this curiosity to the extreme:
Whoever can get Quirrell to let go of his scarf and enjoy the sunshine will get ten Galleons!
For little wizards, ten Galleons was not a small amount, and everyone wanted to earn this bounty.
Many students lie in ambush at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office every day, waiting for Professor Quirrell to come out, so as to explode the gold coins fiercely, but since he entered the office, he has never come out again.
Rumors spread among the little wizards that Quirrell might be dead and turned into a ghost just like Professor Binns.
Even Professor Trelawney, who rarely showed up, was shocked by this incident.
At the dinner party that day, she came to the auditorium deliberately and told Dumbledore that she had predicted in class very early that a professor would leave us forever.
She also said that she had warned Professor Quirrell not to watch the Quidditch match, because her life was in danger, but he would not listen.
After Professor McGonagall snorted disapprovingly, Professor Trelawney also predicted on the spot:
Gryffindor must fail to win the Quidditch Cup this school year, just as the Charlie Cannons are destined to finish last in the league this year.
Such a vicious curse made Meg very angry. If Sprout hadn't stopped her, she would have already started to let Trelawney know why the flowers are so red.
Before leaving, Professor Trelawney not only asked Professor Dumbledore to give her a salary increase, but also told the first and second grade students that they could choose her divination class in the third grade.
Many young wizards were intimidated by Trelawney. After all, she was a witch who dared to confront Professor McGonagall. It was not easy to see.
After Professor Quirrell was injured, Snape was the happiest because...
"Your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, injured his brain in last week's game..."
In Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Thursday, Rove was discussing Transfiguration with Shirley in a low voice, when he saw Professor Snape walk in.
With a flick of his wand, the black curtains and boards on the wall disappeared.
"But don't worry, the brain is the least important part of Professor Quirrell, it doesn't matter if it hurts or not, don't worry..."
The classroom fell silent immediately, and everyone looked up at Professor Snape. They didn't expect him to take over the class temporarily. This was not good news.
Professor Snape took a deep breath and said with a look of disgust:
"How do you endure class in this environment, this smell..."
He waved his wand again, and all the windows were opened, and the cold wind came in, and the little wizards shivered.
Many students are secretly complaining, you have a big oily head that hasn't been washed for several months, and you are ashamed to say that the garlic smell in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is unpleasant?
If you are wondering what Quirrell's head looks like under the scarf, then for Snape, I really hope he can wear the scarf as soon as possible.
"Where are your lessons?" Snape asked lazily, "Rolf Scamander?"
Rove stood up... He really didn't know, he missed a few classes, and he basically didn't listen to Quirrell's nonsense in class.
Neville wanted to remind Rove, but he opened his mouth, his face flushed, and he realized that he had forgotten too.
Shirley, who was sitting on the side, saw Snape standing not far away, but she still lowered her voice to remind Rove, and the boy repeated:
"I have read the second chapter. Professor Quirrell wants us to recite the text about the introduction of dark creatures this week, and prepare to write silently..."
"Could it be that Scamander also injured his brain during the game and needs you to take care of him now, Swinton?" Snape walked up to the two with a straight face, and sneered:
"Helpful, right? Five points for Hufflepuff, ten points for Ravenclaw!"
The girl with the ponytail pursed her lips. This was the first time she was deducted points.
"Okay, from my point of view your progress is zero!" Snape said impatiently:
"You were too focused on trivial matters, wasting most of the semester, and didn't even learn a little bit of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Professor Snape walked up and down the classroom, constantly throwing all the things Quirrell left behind into the trash can, as if he would never come back.
"If I were in class, you would have finished learning the red hat by now, instead of still reading the text." Professor Snape paced around the classroom, uttering sarcasm:
"I dare say that when I was seven years old, I mastered more magic than you now. At your level, you are not as good as the ghouls in the dungeon."
"Turn to page seventy-nine now..." Snape finally vented his long-suppressed dissatisfaction, and he shouted, "Hurry up! Hurry up!!"
"Who can tell me what is Kabbah?" Professor Snape raised his chin and asked in a dragging voice, "Neville Longbottom?"
Of course Neville would not, and after deducting another five points from him, Snape was extremely satisfied.
With the points from the Quidditch competition, Hufflepuff's house points have quietly reached the first place.
Based on the principle of relativity that deducting points from other colleges is giving yourself points, Professor Snape has already focused on the little badgers.
"Tsk tsk, if you are all at this level, I dare say that the probability of you passing this course at the end of the semester is zero." Professor Snape sneered:
"Kappa, also called Kappa, is a crawling aquatic magical animal with a beak like a bird and claws like a frog, covered in scales, short hair on top of its head, red in color, and looks like a water monkey."
"The Kabbah mainly feeds on human blood and will try to strangle those who wade through the pond unsuspecting..."
The little wizard memorized his notes, and Snape asked again, "Who knows where Kabbah's weakness is? Scamander?"
"Head." Rove stood up again, and replied: "There is a depression in the center of Kabbah's head, like a dish, and there is water in the dish. Once there is no water, Kabbah will become weak.
If you want to deal with Kabbah, you can use cucumbers to trick them into bowing, let water flow from their heads, and lose their strength..."
"It's as clumsy as a troll against a horned camel." Snape said with some disdain, "I'll teach you a magic that can hit Kabbah's head and force them to drain the water..."
The bell finally rang, and Snape said loudly:
"Each of you write a paper and give it to me. The content is how to deal with Kabbah's head. This topic can be written on three feet of parchment."
Professor Snape had had enough of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and finally said contentedly:
"Everyone best pray for Professor Quirrell, hope that he will rest in the office and not come to class again.
but me,
It will show you... what is the real Defense Against the Dark Arts! "
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