Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 111 Quirrell's Club
After placing the terracotta figurines in the fireplace, Moon no longer had to worry about the rest.

His roommates volunteered to take on the responsibility of looking after him, and they even arranged a sequence for their shifts.

Ron said that this class was set up to prevent some people from using their terracotta figurines to make missile fireworks toys.

Moon naturally didn't refuse, although he didn't think the twins would do so.

But as the younger brother, Ron should know his twin brothers better than him.

During the firing process of the terracotta warriors, Moon resumed his usual schedule.

When he got up in the morning, he found Harry asleep on the sofa in the common room.

This period of time should be the time when Harry was looking after the terracotta warriors.

Moon woke Harry up and asked him to go back to the dormitory to sleep, while he sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

"Oh, okay, I'll go back to sleep for two more hours. Thank you for your hard work."

Harry stood up from the sofa and stretched.

"It's okay. I need to read here anyway."

Watching Harry walking towards the dormitory in a daze, Moon took out his notebook.

"Records of Growth Magic Transformation" and "Summary of Magic Potions Analysis".

The study of these two spells occupied all of Moon's morning time.

Only after Moon added two more pages to the growth magic transformation records did his roommates get up one after another.

At this time, Moon also put down his feather pen and prepared to have breakfast with everyone.

Don't eat too much on Wednesday mornings. This is the lesson Ron learned after vomiting many times.

Because after breakfast, they will immediately be exposed to the strong smell of garlic, which makes it difficult for some little wizards who don’t like garlic to adapt.

The same was true for Moon, who only drank half a bowl of Hagrid's Puff Pastry in the morning.

Because Professor Quirrell only reads in class and rarely punishes students.

Therefore, most young wizards do not have a strong sense of awe for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and their attitude is rather casual.

However, Moon recently discovered that Professor Quirrell seemed to pay more attention to him.

During class, he always noticed that Professor Quirrell's strange eyes would always drift towards him.

Moon was very sure that his feeling was correct.

After the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Moon was stopped by Professor Quirrell again.

My roommates who were originally traveling with me all looked helpless.

Moon had no choice but to stay in the classroom, but he still deliberately kept some distance from Quirrell.

"Mr. Scarlett, I'm wondering if you're interested in joining my club."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts Club? Professor, are you sure?"

With Ron's introduction, Moon already had a basic understanding of Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Ever since the You-Know-Who was rejected by Dumbledore, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts has basically been replaced every year.

It is also said that various strange accidents will happen to every professor during his tenure.

In order to deal with various emergencies, the professors of this course simply have no energy to set up a Defense Against the Dark Arts Club.

"Of course, although I may not have much time for classes, this club is a groundbreaking thing, isn't it?"

Quirrell tried to maintain a kind smile as he spoke.

But Moon became even more puzzled by his stiff smile.

"Professor, that means there's no one in your club right now."

"That's right, you will be the first member of the club." Seeing Quirrell's expression that said you are the only one who can join the club, Moon took two steps back.

"I'm very sorry, Professor, but I don't think I'm particularly good at Defense Against the Dark Arts. If you don't mind, I'll take my leave."

After nodding slightly to Quirrell, Moon quickly ran out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Although he didn't know why Quirrell had such a strange idea, Moon was very sure that he had no interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts at the moment.

Moon's knowledge of black magic is limited to some dangerous magical creatures described in textbooks.

Cornish pixies, grindylows, werewolves.
These things, which only contained pictures and words, made Moon's understanding of Defense Against the Dark Arts very vague.

Of course, the most important reason why Moon rejected Professor Quirrell was that he believed he could not learn anything from Quirrell.

Although he didn't stay in Hogwarts for a long time, Moon gradually discovered that if he wanted to learn magic and improve his strength, it was far more practical to practice than to study.

After Moon left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell immediately showed a pleading expression.

"Master"

After Quirrell shouted a word to the empty classroom, his body froze for a moment, and then he quickly ran back to the office on the second floor.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office and classroom are connected.

Quirrell returned to his office down the white marble stairs and slammed the door shut.

Then, as if he was worried, he took out his wand and tapped it several times in the office, as if he was casting some kind of magic to create a defensive barrier.

"Don't talk to me casually in the castle, you idiot."

A second person's hoarse voice echoed from the empty room.

"I'm sorry, Master. I just didn't expect this student to be so disobedient."

"Humph, it's normal for a little lion to be a little rebellious."

"So what should I do next?"

The office returned to calm, and the owner of the hoarse voice seemed to be thinking about something?
After a long while, the voice suddenly sounded again.

"I can sense that this little lion is very special, but the club is indeed prone to arousing suspicion. Let's abandon this approach for now and proceed with the original plan."

After the hoarse sound ended, it was as if he fell into a deep sleep.

Quirrell called out several more times in a pleading tone, but received no response.

Qi Luo's club invitation was just a small episode for Moon, and he quickly forgot about it.

After the Herbology class on Wednesday afternoon, Moon came to the Potions classroom as usual.

Only two weeks had passed since the one-month confinement, and according to regulations he had to come here to clean up every day.

Because he had just experimented with [Potion Analysis] yesterday, Moon had not yet fully summarized his failed experience.

So today, Moon just used [Clean Up], cleaned the classroom, and left.

But what Moon didn't know was that not long after he left the Potions classroom, a Potions professor in a black robe also came here.

The Potions classroom was located on the basement floor of the castle. When Moon walked down the stairs to the first floor, Cedric just came out of the Herb Club.

"You happened to be here. Look! These spores should be enough for us to conduct a test."

Seeing Moon appear, Cedric immediately smiled and took out a full bottle of green powder.

"So many? It seems the little mushrooms are growing well!"

Moon carefully took the glass bottle, shook it gently and said.

"Of course, I also added a little dragon manure fertilizer according to your method. I didn't expect it to be so effective. Now new mushrooms are popping out of the soil every day."

"As long as they're useful, but have you decided what potion you want to make with them?"

(End of this chapter)