Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue Chapter 916

Being late at Hogwarts is not uncommon.

Most students often spend several years, and may still be unclear about where the male and female public toilets on each floor are, and which shortcuts can be used to reach the classroom faster except for the main road in the castle.

If the "navigator" of a certain grade is confused, sometimes half of the class may be late collectively.

However, this situation usually only occurs in the lower grades.

And in this "Master of Magic" class composed of outstanding graduates, apart from Elena Kaslana, who was a Muggle study student, there has never been another lateness phenomenon-as for Bill Weasley, most of the time everyone will regard his lateness as a "headmaster's task": taking care of Miss Kaslana in the class.

Whenever a student intends to tease Elena during the break, Bill Weasley will fight back very hard.

Not to mention that as Hogwarts' only two graduates of twelve courses in 100 years, Gringotts senior curse solver, Bill Weasley was one of the best wizards of his age in magic countermeasures and magic battles. .

More importantly, there are still many Weasley family members. Once a duel starts, it will be a battle of wheels.

After several duels in a row, people acquiesced not to provoke that little girl.

As for Professor Quirrell's almost blatant partiality to Elena, the students would not complain.

The students in the class are at least eight or nine years older than Elena. Most of their dissatisfaction is directed at Bill Weasley who used privileges to occupy Elena to keep others from approaching, rather than the quiet and well-behaved. Cute little angel.

After all, what bad thoughts can the cute little loli have?

"This idiot, wants to direct me at Muggle Studies! Why do you die at the same time!"

Quirinas Quillo's mouth twitched, his eyes swept over Elena's cute face, and he roared in his heart.

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The turning point in his life was the Forbidden Forest last year, when the three generations of the Meguro Lords played against the fallen Voldemort.

In the end, the young Dark Lord won an overwhelming victory.

At that time, he witnessed Voldemort lying on the ground and licking the soil humblely, the scene Quirrell will never forget.

At that moment, Quirrell was thinking, if he meets Elena Kaslana again one day, he will turn around and run without any hesitation or luck. Now the proposition is in front of him. Quirrell must seriously consider whether this will Will be his only chance in this life.

He believed that the dark forces could achieve such a terrifying reign in the past, and Voldemort's strength was crucial.

The world may usher in a witch that is countless times more terrifying than before, and Dumbledore is already old, guarding Hogwarts, these more distant things are destined to be inherited only by their younger professors.

Before that, if you were marked as an enemy in advance...

Professor Quirrell's gaze swept across Umbridge slowly, and he paused meaningfully for half a second.

Forget it, although he really wants to know what this young dark lord will do when facing provocations, if Grindelwald knows that he is in the fire, he will probably die first, so he still finds a way to fool. Go over.

In short, it is best not to let the big toad have any interest in him, at least...don't die in his class.

"The Muggle Studies class on Friday is at two o'clock in the afternoon, Miss Kaslana, remember not to be late next time."

Quirinas Quirrell smiled, and immediately picked up the chalk to continue writing on the blackboard.

"Okay, now we continue back to the place we just talked about. In order to travel long distances, Muggles use steel to forge various vehicles, and use "technology" to imitate magic so that they can move by themselves. stand up……"

"Cough, hem—"

But Umbridge was obviously dissatisfied with this answer, and she cleared her throat hard.

"That's it? I've been so late for so long, just take it as an example?"

"Hogwarts Castle is quite complicated and huge." Professor Quirrell said, explaining gently, "not to mention low-grade students like Miss Kaslana, even professors like us sometimes get lost. It's okay to be ten minutes late."

But Umbridge still didn't plan, her pale face full of fat squeezed a terrible smile.

"It's easy to emulate without punishment, I mean, maybe...point deductions and confinement."

Points deducted? Confinement?

Punish Elena Kaslana, the fairy queen, and the third generation of black demon kings? !

The back of Professor Quirrell's smooth head began to ooze fine beads of sweat.

This vicious and stupid Senior Deputy Minister of Magic, is this planning to drag him to death? !

"It's not necessary for the time being," he said, his expression a little angry. "If you think it is necessary, then Gryffindor College deducts five points because Mr. Weasley is late—Professor Umbridge, if you continue to struggle with this, then I can't continue this class. It's impossible for me to delay the time of the whole class because of the lateness of individual students."

As someone who served the three Dark Lords in the past, the future, and the present, Quirrell would not be afraid of any Ministry officials.

Since Professor Umbridge didn't know what was good or bad, he naturally wanted to make his position clear as soon as possible to avoid being accidentally injured.

Oh? This young man...

Umbridge squinted his eyes in satisfaction, pursed his lips tightly, and did not continue to speak.

There is no doubt that, just as she had previously guessed, this young professor who stayed directly on the school to teach after graduation is a veteran "Paul Dumbledore" party. This kind of resistance may be the school's attitude towards the Ministry of Magic. Real emotions.

Connelly Fudge sent her to Hogwarts. One of the hidden tasks was to find a way to find the evidence.

Without continuing to talk to Umbridge, Professor Quirrell looked around the class.

"Before Professor Umbridge interrupted me, I just talked about how Muggles live in a world without magic, and the magical tools they created to imitate magic for convenience--"

"Professor Quirrell, I think students should know what trains, ships, cars and planes are."

Professor Umbridge said with a sweet smile, "At least in this special class where the'Master of Magic is studying', this knowledge obviously does not meet the expectations of the Ministry of Magic. If this is the case, it can be counted as a'Muggle Research Master'. It's too—"

"Sorry, this is the third time you have interrupted my lecture. Professor Umbridge."

Quirinas Quirrell quickly looked at the smile on the corner of the "Her Majesty" mouth, and said confidently and indifferently.

"Of course I know that students have seen these things, but there is a very fundamental difference between'seeing' and'understanding'. If you think that the principles of the above Muggle vehicles are common sense in the eyes of the Ministry of Magic, then you might as well go to Come from the podium to introduce it in detail? As a senior deputy minister and senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic, these basic common sense...presumably still know it?"

"Professor Quirrell, are you questioning the Ministry of Magic's lack of professional knowledge and common sense?"

Umbridge subconsciously sat up straight and said softly with a threatening face.

All of the students in the class were energetic, and the rest of the sleepiness in the afternoon was wiped out. The whole class was attentively looking at the two professors, and everyone's face was full of "Fight, "Fight up" with anticipation and excitement.

Undoubtedly, as the youngest professor at Hogwarts today, Professor Quirrell is not as sleek as other professors.

"No, don't get me wrong... I'm not questioning the Ministry of Magic."

Professor Quirrell shook his head, his expression changed quickly for a few seconds, and finally freezes into a daze.

"I mean, the entire magical world lacks the most basic common sense in this respect... Just like Muggles came to the magical world, most wizards may have some difficulty even basic self-care after breaking into the non-magical world. My research in this course is not about the technology products that the naked eye sees, but some deeper levels—"

Quirrell picked up the chalk, first wrote "Technology" on the blackboard, and then wrote a word next to it.

"--science."

"But Professor Quirrell," Umbridge sneered, she couldn't control the babbled voice before.

"As wizards, why do we need to understand Muggle's poor skills in imitating magic? It's like no one learns how to cut raw meat in order to live in a tribe of trolls. The world that Muggles see is not even real— "

"Professor Umbridge," Quirrell said, his voice was deadly calm, "I think the professor of Muggle Studies should be me, not you. If you plan to teach me how to teach, or academic debate, the most It's better to change the time instead of interfering with the normal class order here.” He paused for half a second, “Or you just walk up and continue with my lesson plan?

"...Quilinas Quirrell, Professor--" Umbridge's eyes turned vicious.

"Please be quiet, if you are a Hogwarts student now, your college has been deducted at least fifty points."

Quirrell said blankly, without the slightest intention of compromise.

Anyway, this position was arranged for him by the three demon kings. If such a stupid politician could make him fired by Hogwarts, it would make him feel relieved, but unfortunately she could not. Done.

"I'm very sorry, if you continue to do this, I may have to ask you out."

It's fighting! It's really fighting!

There was a burst of excited whispers in the classroom.

Compared with those underage students who have not experienced social beatings, most of the students in this class have experienced a round of social baptism-which also means that when facing officials from the Ministry of Magic, their hearts Rebellion will be stronger.

"You! Phoo-ok, I'm very sorry, I was a little impatient just now.

Umbridge looked around the class, took a deep breath, and said softly in a sweet voice.

A gloom flashed in her eyes, she did not continue to speak, tremblingly opened the notebook and wrote on it.

As the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic, she has seen too many stunners like this. Umbridge knows very well that in the face of such a young wizard who is not afraid of tigers, she must not go head-on-they will not care if they are stubborn. authority.

As Umbridge took the initiative to soften, the devil's whispering lingering in Quirrell's ear finally stopped.

"Very well, continue to class, Professor Quirrell..."

The corners of Elena's mouth were raised, and the magic wand hidden under the skirt was gently picked up to release the magic.

I have to admit that this magic version of "One-way Sound Transmission" improved from the original Dark Lord is indeed quite clever. When there is no corresponding countermeasure or eavesdropping magic, this kind of magic is too suitable to release "Elena's Mission" "Again.

"So, let's go back to the textbook now. As I said before, there are two main ways to mimic Muggle magic."

Quirinas Quirrell lowered his head, glanced at the revised lesson plan of "Her Majesty", and said softly.

"Can any of you tell me what these two methods are? And in terms of the four means of transportation, which kind of'scientific' approach do you think is used, the person who answers correctly will get eight'Muggle points' '."

All the classmates raised their hands in unison—except Elena—and she listened quietly as usual.

"Weasley, oh, Charlie doesn't need to look back, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I mean you."

Quirrell said with a smile, and skillfully opened his classroom bonus notebook and took out a ballpoint pen.

"The rules are the same as before. If you don't answer the question correctly, the reward points are halved. The next person's question is answered by another person. After five wrong answers, everyone's homework increases by 10%, and those who answer the question are twice as happy."

"The two scientific methods of Muggle are boiling water and throwing stones."

Charlie stood up and replied confidently.

"Ships, trains, cars, these three should be advanced versions of boiled water. I have seen smoke from their chimneys. As for airplanes, this should be the advanced application of Muggles for throwing stones? Yes, absolutely. of."

"It's a pity, only part of the answer is correct." Professor Quirrell shrugged and happily drew a horizontal line on the blackboard.

"Airplanes, ships, trains, cars, these four Muggle vehicles all use the method of'boiling water'. In short, it is energy conversion, but I am curious why you think the latter two are throwing stones. ?"

"...Huh, isn't it?"

Charlie Weasley scratched his cheek awkwardly.

"I've heard my dad say that the airplane is like that, it's just like a slingshot being ejected directly..."

"This can only show that the Muggle experts of the Ministry of Magic are not necessarily correct, do they? Of course, it is also possible that you have confused what Mr. Weasley said. If it is a rocket or a missile, it is somewhat close to this description... "

Quirinas Quirrell said with a smile, and glanced casually at the big pink toad shrinking in the corner.

Suddenly he was a little curious about how much the high-ranking investigating officer, who was temporarily transferred to review, could understand.

Great!

Chapter end

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