some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 137 Terrible Professor Quirrell (Second)

Although the results of being drugged and being drugged are the same, the nature is completely different, at least the posture is different.

Not carried away, Marietta firmly said no and decided not to talk to William for a class unless he changed his mind.

Qiu shook his head and sighed, as if feeling helpless towards his best friend.

It's not a good thing to fall in love with someone who is too good.

Just then, the class bell rang, and Professor Quirrell walked in.

As soon as he entered the classroom, there was a strange smell all around him.

"What smell?" Marietta sniffed her nose.

The smell intensified as Professor Quirrell took his hat off.

It was as if a hundred people who had eaten garlic breathed together, and the pungent smell made everyone recall a certain period of unbearable days last year.

"Children, you... Okay... I am Professor Quirrell... Please take out the textbooks, please?" Professor Quirrell said stutteringly.

"Professor, what did you say?" Judy Crouch asked loudly. "Can you speak English?"

"What I speak...is English...authentic...Cockney accent." Professor Quirrell blushed.

But he stuttered, with an accent, a little curry, and those who didn't know thought he was Indian.

William really couldn't stand the smell, so he held his breath for a while, so he had to use the transfiguration technique to conjure three masks and distribute them to Qiu and Marietta.

He took one himself.

Everyone looked at William with longing eyes, as if hoping that he could change some more.

At this point, everyone was regretting not paying attention to Professor McGonagall's class, and Judy Crouch even passed a note to buy one from William for ten Galleons!
For a while, masks became a scarce item.

Soon, everyone had a mask.

Professor Quirrell's face was full of veins, and he said angrily, "I'm... to drive away... vampires. You must know that magical creatures are afraid of... garlic."

Professor Quirrell stutters about a vampire he met in Romania.

It was still September and the weather was very hot, and Professor Quirrell was sweating profusely soon.

But he was still unwilling to take off the thick scarf on his body.

"I can't take it off, this is... a gift from an African prince... I helped get rid of the entanglement of the resurgent zombies."

Arthur of Slytherin stood up, with a three-layer mask on his mouth, and his voice was buzzing.

"Professor, how did you defeat the resurrected zombies?"

The professor was vague and began to change the subject: "I have to say, the weather in the UK...is still as bad as ever, and I prefer...winter."

"Professor Quirrell, are you lying?!"

Quirrell's face became redder, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out, arguing, "I just... just can't remember, how could I be lying... I can't remember... what the professor said, could it be a lie?"

The incomprehensible Northern Irish accent one after another, such as "Avada gnaws a big melon", and "Black Cute King", caused everyone to laugh: the classroom and outside are full of happy air.

But halfway through the course, everyone couldn't stand the professor anymore. He just read to everyone according to the textbook, and no one could understand what he was talking about.

Artur, a Slytherin, bought Lee Jordan's Black Widow for a hefty price, and he enchanted the spider to make it bigger, and the spider soon started running around the classroom.

Professor Quirrell immediately backed away in fright, almost knocking off his scarf.

"Professor Quirrell is really bad, it's better if Death Eaters come to teach us." After class, Qiu complained.

Everyone thinks this way, Quirrell is a few Snapes behind Tywin.

Rather than wasting time like this, Snape, who has always been jealous of this class, should take it. At least he has some real talents.

But soon no one thought that way.

On Friday morning, Gryffindor and Slytherin first-year wizards had their first Potions class.

Professor Snape showed his deep malice again.

This time it's for the Boy Who Lived.

It was an undisguised, extreme disgust and hatred, and most people didn't know why Professor Snape acted like this.

In fact, even if William was framed by the Sorting Hat last year, Professor Snape did not show such malice towards him.

Well... maybe the professor was hospitalized by Marietta before he could show any malice.

But generally speaking, the old Snape was quite normal. Although he had a bad temper, a gloomy face, didn't wash his hair, had a strange mood, liked to deduct points, and had a poisonous tongue... Other than these, he was still a good professor.

But this year, it seems to be getting worse.

In Potions class, Neville also knocked over the cauldron.

However, after the baptism last year, Professor Snape discovered that Neville was the second Marietta early on.

He hid away from class as soon as he was in class, and he didn't even come closer than three meters to reprimand Neville, so the cauldron didn't reach him.

Harry was being targeted by Snape, and Malfoy was comfortable.

It was a kind of comfort from the inside out. He swept away the decadence in the past, and began to swagger and hold his toes up again, as if Hogwarts was opened by his family.

He also ordered a map of Hogwarts from William through Arthur.

Malfoy's requirements are very high. Malfoy's family crest should be gilded, the font should be beautiful and cursive, and there should be a green snake pattern on the map. It's best to open the map, those snakes are all dynamic ...

Of course, William charges very expensive for so many troublesome requests.

He found a high-quality cowhide from Hagrid, and it took half a day to get it done, and the cost was almost zero. In the end, he charged Malfoy three hundred gold Galleons.

But Malfoy also agreed. In his words, he didn't care about hundreds of Galleons.

William also told him that he could use dragon skins, but each map cost three thousand Galleons.But William waited for several days and received no reply.

This made him a little disappointed.

Making a map for Malfoy, even the twins and brothers didn't have much opinion. After all, given so much money, who could refuse Garen?

In the evening, Hermione found William in the library. The girl's eyes were red, and she seemed to have cried.

She complained that Professor Snape didn't give her a chance to answer questions.

"It was me, it was me first, obviously it was me first...whether you raise your hand or answer the question, why doesn't Professor Snape give me extra points!" Hermione said angrily.

"He only asks Harry to answer questions, that's blatant preference!"

William rolled his eyes; Harry probably wouldn't agree with Hermione's conclusion.

"Professor Snape is like this, you better not raise your hand in his class."

"But, if I don't answer the question, how can I give Gryffindor points?" Hermione said.

"You've added enough points, haven't you?"

In fact, William wanted to say that when taking Professor Snape's class, it's better not to think about adding points, and thank God if you don't deduct points.

"I've inquired about it, and last year you scored extra points in Professor Snape's class."

"The points I added were for saving people, not for answering questions." William shook his head and persuaded: "Hermione, don't think about it, Snape will only ignore you in the future, and he basically ignores me now. "

To be precise, Snape would ignore anyone but Harry.

William was going to observe for a while longer, and if Snape continued to ignore him like this, he was going to openly brew other potions in class.

William's time is precious now, don't waste it!

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