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Chapter 149: The Dark Wizard and the Fraudulent Professor
Chapter 149: The Dark Wizard and the Fraudulent Professor
Though Connor successfully transfigured a button, there were still beetle legs on it, making it look like an underdeveloped turtle from a distance.
"Pffft—"
Kyle couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Connor covered the half-transfigured beetle with her hand, her face reddening in shame and anger. "What are you laughing at? You might not even be better than me!"
Kyle didn't say anything and simply waved his wand lightly.
The beetle on his table instantly transformed into an exquisite button adorned with a turtle pattern.
The young witches and wizards around him exclaimed in surprise. They hadn't expected someone to complete the task so quickly.
Professor McGonagall seemed equally surprised but soon nodded in satisfaction. She held up the button and showed it to the class, offering Kyle a rare smile.
"Ten points to Gryffindor!"
Kyle turned to Connor and shrugged.
"..."
Connor's face flushed with anger as she turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
It wasn't until the end of class that Connor finally succeeded in transfiguring her beetle into a button.
As a reward, Professor McGonagall exempted them from their homework. However, the rest of the class had to turn in a paper at least two feet long before the next lesson.
After leaving the classroom, Michael's face was as pale as a sheet, and he kept muttering Professor McGonagall's words.
Usually, the assignments that were a mere ten inches long were torturous enough. Two feet... That was practically asking for his life!
Michael turned to Kyle, his eyes filled with hope. "Save me... You have to let me copy your homework this time..."
"Sorry." Kyle felt a bit sorry for him, but he still patted him on the shoulder. "Don't you remember? I don't need to do it."
The light in Michael's eyes faded instantly.
After the Transfiguration class, it was time for the highly anticipated Dark Arts Defense class.
Though Professor Oren was a dark wizard, one had to admit that his practical combat classes were intriguing. In just one school year, he had successfully sparked a keen interest in Dark Arts Defense among the young witches and wizards.
Professor Quirrell's chosen classroom was on the third floor—a narrow room that was far less spacious than last year's.
Moreover, there was only one window in the entire room, making it very gloomy even during the day.
Upon entering the classroom, everyone's heart sank, and they had a bad feeling about this.
When Professor Quirrell walked in, this feeling only intensified.
Which respectable professor would have a strong odor of garlic about them?! And it was an extremely potent smell, as if he had been possessed by garlic!
Several students immediately covered their noses and were about to open the window, but Professor Quirrell stopped them.
"No... Don't open the window."
Professor Quirrell stammered, "I... While I was solving a vampire case during the summer vacation, I was cursed by it, and I can't be exposed to the wind."
As he spoke, he pointed to his large scarf. "This is a gift from the African prince I saved... It protects me well."
A vampire?
The young witches and wizards became intrigued.
Katie Bell from Gryffindor asked curiously, "Professor Quirrell, what does a vampire look like?"
"It has... inch-long fangs, a body like steel, and it's immune to spells... It's terrifying!"
"Wow—"
Everyone exclaimed in surprise, and their gazes toward Professor Quirrell changed.
Professor Quirrell offered a pleased glance at the student and silently nodded in agreement. Indeed, this was a much better excuse than the one he had prepared.
"Professor Quirrell," Katie Bell piped up again, her curiosity evident. "How did you manage to defeat the zombie? Can you share the details with us?"
"Well, I, uh..." Professor Quirrell's face reddened, and he stumbled over his words. "It's, uh... it's like this and then like that... It involves very advanced... magic, and even if I explained it... you wouldn't understand."
As the students observed Professor Quirrell's evasive demeanor and his struggle to provide a coherent response, their expressions shifted once more.
It was clear to everyone that he was lying.
Katie persisted, undeterred by his reluctance. "Please, Professor. Just tell us. If there are any spells we don't understand, we can always look them up in the library."
The other students chimed in, urging him to share his story.
"Yes, Professor, please tell us."
"Even a simple overview would be great."
"...
Professor Quirrell's face reddened further, and after a long pause, he ignored their pleas and turned to look out the window.
"I don't like... the weather in England. It rains too much... Romania is much better."
With that, their suspicions were confirmed.
There was no doubt that Professor Quirrell had just lied to them. It seemed unlikely that he had encountered a zombie at all.
The students' disappointment was palpable. While they had anticipated that their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher might be unreliable, they hadn't expected a fraud.
And a garlic-loving one at that.
Some even began to long for the days of Professor Oren.
With their interest in the lesson waning, the students started fidgeting and engaging in other activities. Some wrote letters, others worked on their homework, and a few even played with toads...
Professor Quirrell seemed to notice their lack of attention, but he said nothing. He simply continued to read monotonously from the book, 'Dark Forces: A Self-Defense Guide.'
One might have mistaken him for Professor Binns, droning on about boring historical events.
As Kyle listened, he began to feel drowsy, and for a fleeting moment, he even found himself missing Professor Oren. How could two Dark Wizards be so different?
Kyle struggled to stay awake and was relieved when the class finally came to an end.
"He's terrible," Connor complained during lunch. "I don't understand why the headmaster chose him to teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"I suppose they couldn't find anyone else," Cedric speculated. "You know how hard it is to fill that position."
"But that doesn't mean he should just read from the textbook," Connor argued. "If that's the case, they might as well have hired a ghost like Professor Binns, and we wouldn't have to worry about curses."
"Well..." Cedric opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of a suitable response.
He suddenly felt that Connor's words made a lot of sense.
(End of Chapter)
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