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Chapter 149: The Dark Wizard and the Fraud Professor
Chapter 149: The Dark Wizard and the Fraud Professor
Conna successfully transformed the beetle into a button, but its legs remained, making it look like an underdeveloped turtle from a distance.
"Pfft..."
Kyle couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Conna covered her half-transformed beetle and said angrily, "What's so funny? You might not even do better than me!"
Kyle didn't say anything but gently waved his wand.
The beetle on his desk transformed into an exquisite button with a turtle pattern.
The young wizards around them gasped in surprise, not expecting someone to complete the task so quickly.
Professor McGonagall also seemed a bit taken aback, but soon she nodded in satisfaction, holding up the button to show the entire class and offering Kyle a rare smile.
"Hufflepuff, ten points!"
Kyle turned his head and shrugged at Conna.
"..."
Conna's face turned red with anger, and she averted her gaze, refusing to look at him again.
It wasn't until the end of class that Conna finally succeeded in transforming her beetle into a button.
As a reward, Professor McGonagall exempted them from their homework, while the others had to submit a paper of at least two feet in length before the next class.
After leaving the classroom, Mikael's face turned pale, and he kept repeating Professor McGonagall's words.
Usually, assignments of ten inches were already torturous enough, but two feet... This was like asking for his life! Mikael turned to Kyle, his eyes filled with hope, "Save me... This time, you have to let me borrow your homework..."
"Sorry."
Kyle felt a bit reluctant, but he patted Mikael's shoulder and said, "Don't you remember? I don't need to do homework."
The light in Mikael's eyes faded instantly.
After Transfiguration, it was time for the highly anticipated Dark Arts Defense class.
Although Auren was a Dark Wizard, it had to admit that his practical classes were very engaging. He had successfully sparked a strong interest in Dark Arts Defense among the young wizards in just one school year.
Professor Quirrell chose a classroom on the third floor, a narrow room that was far less spacious than last year's.
The entire room had only one window, making it very dim even during the day.
When they entered the classroom, everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they had a bad premonition.
This premonition intensified when Professor Quirrell walked in.
Who would expect a proper professor to have such a strong garlic odor! And the smell was so intense, as if the garlic had come to life.
Several students immediately covered their noses and tried to open the window, but Professor Quirrell stopped them.
"No... Don't open the window."
Professor Quirrell stammered, "I... During the summer, I encountered... a Revenant while solving a case. I was cursed by it and can't be exposed to the wind."
He pointed to his large scarf as he spoke.
"This is... the African prince I saved... He gave me this scarf, and it can protect me very well."
A Revenant?
The young wizards became curious.
Katie Bell from Gryffindor asked curiously, "Professor Quirrell, what does a Revenant look like?"
"It has... several inches of fangs, a body like... steel, and it's immune to spells... It's terrifying!"
"Wow!"
The students gasped in surprise, and when they looked at Professor Quirrell again, their expressions had changed.
With a body like steel and immunity to spells, even an Auror would have a hard time dealing with such a creature.
Unbeknownst to them, the clownish professor before them was actually a formidable practitioner.
The young witches and wizards gazed at Professor Quirrell with admiration, as if even the strong garlic odor emanating from him had become more bearable.
"He must have done that to ward off vampires during his travels, fearing they might come after him," someone asserted.
Another student confidently added, "These creatures are most afraid of garlic, it must be true."
Professor Quirrell glanced at him with a hint of surprise, then silently nodded in agreement.
What a great excuse, much better than what he had in mind.
"Professor Quirrell," Katie asked again, "The Revenant was so powerful. How did you manage to defeat it? Could you share the details with us?"
"Well, I..." Professor Quirrell's face turned red, and he mumbled, "It was like this, and then like that... It involves very advanced... magic. Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."
As Professor Quirrell spoke incoherently and struggled to form a sentence, everyone's expression changed.
It was as if he was blatantly telling them he was lying.
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Katie persisted, "It's okay, Professor. Please tell us. If we encounter unfamiliar spells, we can look them up in the library."
Others chimed in, "Yes, Professor."
"Please tell us, Professor."
"Even a simple explanation would be great."
...
Professor Quirrell's face turned even redder. After a long pause, he ignored everyone's pleas and turned to look out the window.
"I don't like... the weather in Britain. There's too much rain... Romania is much better."
This confirmed their suspicions.
Without a doubt, Professor Quirrell had been lying. He probably hadn't encountered any Revenants.
Everyone felt deeply disappointed. While they had expected this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to be unreliable, they never imagined he would be a fraud.
And to top it off, he was a fraud who liked garlic.
He was even worse than Auren.
The students lost all interest in the lecture and started fidgeting. Some wrote letters, others caught up on homework, and a few played with toads...
Professor Quirrell noticed all this but said nothing. He continued reading aloud from 'Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection' as if reciting a script.
An outsider might have thought Professor Binns had possessed him.
As Kyle listened, he started to feel drowsy. For a brief moment, he even found himself missing Auren.
Both were Dark Wizards, yet the difference in their abilities was staggering.
Kyle forced himself to stay alert and managed to endure the class until the bell rang.
"What a terrible class," Conna complained during lunch. "I don't understand why the headmaster appointed him as our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"I guess they couldn't find anyone else," Cedric said after some thought. "As you know, professors for this subject have always been in short supply."
"But he shouldn't just read from the textbook, should he?" Conna still didn't quite understand. "If that's the case, why not just get a ghost like Professor Binns? That way, we wouldn't have to worry about curses."
"Well..." Cedric opened his mouth, but for a moment, he couldn't think of what to say.
He suddenly felt that Conna's words made perfect sense.
(End of Chapter)
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