Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

He looked at everyone and forced a smile.

A timid look.

I see the professor coming.

The girls returned to their seats.

However, Hannah moved her textbook over.

Sitting to the right of Hermione.

"This...this sir, please...please keep your pet away."

Quirrell stuttered towards Blake.

"Sorry, Professor."

Blake grabbed Dabao.

Just stuffed it in the drawer.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak! (Closed?)”

"Love Massage!"

“Squeak~ (So cool…)”

Then Dabao couldn't call out anymore.

Lying quietly in the drawer.

However, Hermione and Hannah would secretly stroke it from time to time.

Dabao, who was paid for his business, did not resist at all...

"Ahem... Let's start... today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

"Let's...call the roll first..."

Blake gave Quirrell a silent thumbs-up.

High!

Based on his stumbling speaking speed.

The names of all the little wizards in the classroom must be called out.

Then one third of this class time will be taken away!

……

After finally taking the roll call.

Quirrell finally began his lecture.

Hermione was serious at first.

Grab a quill and be ready to take notes anywhere, anytime.

And always be ready to raise your hand to answer questions.

but……

After a while she was disappointed.

Same as Blake said.

Quirrell actually began to stutter as he read the textbook...

Disappointed, Hermione put down her quill.

Reach into the drawer.

Continue to rub Dabao.

It’s better to play with Dabao than listen to him reading textbooks.

Reading textbooks is meaningless.

Plus Professor Quirrell smelled strongly of garlic.

Everyone in the classroom felt dizzy.

It's been a long time.

Quirrell finally finished reading today's chapter.

Now there is one third of the time left...

Blake couldn't help but want to applaud him.

This is time control.

Wonderful...

"Next... to explain to you... the dangers of... black magic... creatures..."

"Let me tell you a story... that I personally experienced..."

"At that time, I went to Africa... A prince there... was... deeply troubled by resurrected zombies..."

"I……"

According to his narration speed.

Wait until get out of class is over.

I may not be able to tell the whole story completely!

As expected of you!

but……

How could Blake let him have his way?

Blake suddenly raised his hand.

"This... this classmate, do you have any questions?"

Blake asked with an adoring look on his face.

"Professor Quirrell! You can actually defeat the resurrected zombies? That's amazing!"

"Can you tell me how you defeated the resurrected zombies?"

Chapter 65 Quirrell: Ouch! What are you doing... Hey!

"Uh...I...I am..."

Quirrell obviously wouldn't have thought of that.

Someone will ask him directly the crux of the matter.

In fact...

He hasn't finished editing it yet.

After all, according to his speculation.

Before I talk about how to defeat the resurrected zombies.

The bell should ring for the end of get out of class.

Naturally, there is no need to edit it.

but……

This student has no moral principles.

Just ask!

Quirrell was careless because he didn't dodge.

I had to edit it on the spot.

But... in a hurry.

There were some things he couldn't make up.

So he hesitated for a long time.

I had no choice but to be vague.

Want to fool around.

"In fact, the strong sunlight is the best weapon against zombies..."

"Oh... the weather is very good today, the sun is very warm..."

Quirrell forced the conversation around to the weather.

but……

Blake paid no attention to his forced change of subject.

Instead, he continued to look at Quirrell with admiration.

"I heard that you, professor, had excellent grades when you were in school."

"Not long after graduating, I was rehired as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"

“You are truly my role model!”

"Oh... yes... really... you... you are exaggerating."

Quirrell was already having trouble dealing with Blake.

Hermione looked at Black suspiciously.

I don't understand what this guy is thinking.

This guy's teaching level.

Everyone knows it's not good.

She didn't understand why Blake would say such corny words with such admiration on his face.

Black ignored Hermione's rolling eyes.

Continue with your output.

"It turns out that you are really excellent, Professor."

"I've heard from many seniors that over the years, there have been people who applied for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor right after graduation."

"However, all those who thought they were extremely talented were rejected!"

"You are the only one who was rehired! Isn't that enough to prove your excellence?"

"I think you are better than all the previous applicants for this position!"

Blake's words had barely fallen.

Quirrell was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

This is not something to be said casually!

what do you mean?

Who are you alluding to?

Aren't you harming me?!

When Voldemort graduated.

So I applied for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Later, the then headmaster Armando Dippet accepted Dumbledore's advice.

Rejected Voldemort at that time.

Said he was too young.

Let him gain some experience before applying again...

Now Blake directly said that he was better than anyone who had applied for the position right after graduation.