Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse.

Chapter 48 Quirrell’s First Lesson
"It's finally time to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and I don't know how good the new professor is."

"He looks average. I feel like he gets nervous easily and even stutters when speaking. This is not a good thing in class."

"Then what if the person is actually very high-level, but just not good at expressing himself?"

"That's not necessarily true. He looks a bit younger, and he wasn't famous before, unlike Professor Baker last year..."

"Oh, forget it, I can only teach for one year anyway. I just don't know how this professor will leave..."

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in the morning, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, who had already almost arrived, were gathering in twos and threes to discuss the matter of the new professor who looked unconfident.

crunch--

As the friction sound of the door shaft turned came, the students immediately sat back quietly, looking at the nervous young professor with a curious look, wearing a big turban and smelling of garlic. Wandering onto the podium.

"Morning... good morning!"

He pulled out a very unnatural smile, picked up the chalk with a stiff hand, turned around and wrote a crooked name on the blackboard: "I am Quirinus Quirrell, a graduate of Ravenclaw. .It is an honor... to be your... Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"So, let's start...the roll call?"

Quirrell picked up the parchment on the podium, glanced at it, and then shuddered, his legs went weak, and he almost slipped under the podium.

"Hu...a...ken!"

He stammered—no, he should have said it tremblingly.

"arrive."

Avada, who had long been mentally prepared to face this scene, had no fluctuations in her heart.

"Sharby Nott... Nott!"

"arrive."

Xia Bi rolled his eyes silently - because of his surname, he was often mistaken for the former Death Eater from a pure-blood family.But the problem is that he is a half-blood wizard and inherited his surname from his Muggle father...

There were only a few dozen people in the list, but Chilo stumbled and read it for nearly 5 minutes before finishing it completely.He wiped his sweat and put away the parchment with relief, seemingly unaware that "roll call" was just the simplest part of a class...

During this period, the dark golden spiritual power behind him remained silent, including no reaction when he read Avada's name.It seems that Voldemort is still resting at this time.

"Okay, okay."

Quirrell adjusted his clothes, took a deep breath slowly, and then began to speak: "You are in the second grade now... Yes, then last semester was the first grade. You should have learned about black magic last year. Basic characteristics, basic...basic wand usage techniques and combat movements, and..."

After being stuck for a while, he suddenly realized: "Yes, and some of the simplest little evil spells, such as petrification spells and the like..."

"In...in the second grade of study, you will begin to have in-depth contact...with the principles of jinxes, as well as learn jinxes with more...more diverse functions, and combine them in battle..."

He seemed to have learned this opening sentence by heart, and he was not very skilled at it.

"After mastering the knowledge of the second grade, you can even...well, you can create some curses with special effects according to your own preferences...no, the purpose. For example, twisting ears, tripping legs, itching... …”

"professor?"

A Ravenclaw student raised his hand, stood up and asked after Quirrell nodded in approval: "If we can really control the effect of the curse at will, what if we keep strengthening the effect of the curse and Power, will it eventually develop in the direction of black magic?"

"Yes." Quirrell nodded and replied without thinking, but at the next moment his eyes widened suddenly, and he explained in a panic: "Ah, no, I mean... I mean..."

"You have to know that the evil curse is the part closest to black magic among all the curses. Well... the only difference is probably that it is less harmful, and it will not... cause any damage to the spirit. There are even many trained combat masters who can cast some curses and exert the damage that only black magic can do."

He seemed to tremble with lingering fear.

"Professor, since jinxes can be as harmful as black magic, why don't we ban jinxes like black magic?" Someone else raised their hands and asked.

"Uh……"

Chilo was stuck for a long time, and finally managed to organize his words when the students below could hardly hold back their words: "Because the harm of curses is generally much smaller than that of black magic. The examples I just gave are just comparisons. A rare situation. Moreover, since the curse does not damage the spirit, the user of the curse can usually maintain his or her sanity, unlike dark wizards..."

He seems to get nervous easily when it comes to black magic and black wizards: "Dark wizards have been mentally damaged to an irreversible degree due to their frequent use of black magic, which will cause them..."

"them……"

Quirrell's face suddenly turned pale.

"How are they, Professor? And are you feeling unwell?"

"I...I just..."

Suddenly, the dark golden spiritual power in Quirrell's body fluctuated slightly.After that, Quirrell gradually calmed down and his tone returned to calmness.

"This will lead to dark wizards often being mentally abnormal and crazy, making them more likely to do harm and destruction, and causing much greater harm to the magical world..."

'Good guy. '

Only then did Avada realize what had happened before - when Quirrell was explaining the impact of black magic on dark wizards to the students, he accidentally scolded his master, so he was so nervous just now.Then Voldemort's mental power fluctuated, probably to comfort him, telling him that he could continue talking, and maintaining the disguise was the most important thing.

But what makes Avada amused is that Voldemort's mental power does not appear to be "comforting" or "understanding", but more of "dissatisfaction" and "grudge"...

In this way, during the stumbling lectures, Quirrell finally persisted until the bell rang, and then left the classroom as if running away, without even assigning homework, leaving only a group of students discussing their feelings after class. .

"This professor, how should I put it... is too easily nervous!"

"Yeah, those who didn't know better thought he was giving a lecture to a group of five-legged monsters..."

"Obviously what he said was quite good, but his performance undermined the effect... It's a pity."

"In this case, how should he teach him in actual combat in the future? Wouldn't he suddenly faint during class?"

"It's possible. I heard that in the first grade class, Professor Flitwick almost fainted when he called Harry Potter's name."

"Really?"

"It's absolutely true. Let me tell you, at that time..."

Well, the topics among the students are still as fast as before.Avada nodded, packed her things and left the classroom, preparing to go to her next class.

Yesterday, he spent one night preparing a topic that was suitable for the second grade level but should be able to arouse Quirrell's interest so that he would not reject the topic being explained to him. He planned to present it to him tonight.Try it out.

(End of this chapter)