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Chapter 287 Weasley is really humiliating himself by working at the Ministry of Magic.

Quirrell stretched out his finger and looked at Harry with a slightly provocative look. Then his fingertips lightly slipped past Harry and Hermione and landed on Ron.

Seeing Harry's unwavering gaze, Quirrell smiled proudly.

As a generation of Dark Lord, Quirrell naturally knows how to destroy a person's will.

Harry Potter's eyes were as tough as any he had ever seen.

However, those people were either so desperate that they committed suicide, or they knelt down crying and surrendered, without exception.

why?
Because he can always find the external weaknesses of those people.

Quirrell believed that the eleven-year-old Mr. Potter could not escape his control, even if he looked like an adult.

"Mr. Weasley, please answer this question." Quirrell said, looking at Harry curiously.

If I made your good friend sad, would you still have such a calm look in your eyes?

Harry said nothing, just smiled at Quirrell.

This gave Quirrell a little bad feeling.

Ron lowered his head and suddenly raised it, his fiery red hair fluttering in the air like exploding fireworks.

"Use the transformation technique to turn your clothes into the freshest garlic!"

Ron spoke quickly, as if he had written a manuscript.

"Use the Flying Charm to summon a broomstick, use the Flash spell to shine into its eyes, and when the broom comes to you, ride it away."

There is no such thing as a wizard soul!
The corner of Quirrell's mouth twitched, and he cursed in his mind: Can't you confront that kind of trash head-on?

It is true that Ron's answer will most likely allow the little wizards to escape, but...

Well, maybe the vampire will change his target the moment he smells the disgusting smell of garlic.

This idiot who only likes fresh flesh and blood will not eat shit-like garlic even when he is hungry.

"That's a good answer, Mr. Weasley." Quirrell said with a calm tone: "I'm surprised that you can actually summon the spell. This is not something that a first-year student can learn."

"Harry taught me this spell because I kept losing my wizard chess pieces."

"Why don't you use other magic spells? Is it because other magic spells don't work?" Quirrell narrowed his eyes and asked as if unintentionally.

Nowadays, the little wizard has a good face, as long as he refutes——

"Yes, Professor." Ron replied with some embarrassment: "I really don't know anything else."

how to say?

The answer to this question was the result of Harry giving him tutoring lessons based on his interests.

Ron still thought that he couldn't answer a single question.

Unexpectedly, Professor Quirrell mentioned something he knew.

Hehe, Professor Quirrell is so kind.

As soon as Ron finished speaking, there was a burst of good-natured laughter around him.

The little wizards were stumped by Professor Quirrell's question just now.

Dark creatures like vampires can fight against wizards at night under primary spells.

For first-year students like them who couldn't cast a few low-level spells, a dozen of them wouldn't be enough to fill their teeth.

But Ron's countermeasures took a different approach and opened a new door for them.

Can't beat it? It's okay, I can run.

Even if I can't run away, I can still disgust you to death!
The little wizards whispered to each other in excited tones.

"The summoning spell is something that fourth graders can master, right? Ron is really powerful."

"Yes, I plan to learn this too. If I really encounter a vampire, I will summon garlic and crush it to death."

"Smash it to death, how is that possible?"

"My family grows ten acres of garlic, and it has a very strong smell."

"...Okay, lend me a few pounds when the time comes, and I'll hit the vampire on a broomstick."

"No problem, I also have special concentrated garlic juice, which can kill a Morat rat!"

“Oh my gosh, man, how much does this cost a bottle?”

"If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"..."

The corner of Quirrell's mouth twitched. He looked at Ron who was grinning stupidly, exhaled softly and said:
"Quiet!"

After calming down the noise in the classroom, he asked again:

"So Mr. Weasley, what would you do if you encountered a ghoul that had eaten human carrion?"

Ron blinked and looked at Quirrell with some gratitude.

Ghoul, he was so familiar. There was one living on the top floor of his house. When he was scared as a child, he was particularly interested in studying ghouls.

In fact, ghouls like to live in wizards' homes, either in the attic or in the barn.

Their bodies are slimy and their teeth are so flat that they can't even chew grass. Even if they see a three or four-year-old child, they will only growl and scare them.

Most wizards who can't afford high-end pets will keep a ghoul as a pet, and they are not picky about food, so they save money.

However, it is different for ghouls who have eaten carrion.

They will evolve into ferocious predators with sharp teeth and strong bodies, making them more threatening than vampires.

It's roughly equivalent to being able to squeeze thirty or forty first-year students between their teeth.

However, none of this troubles ghoul expert Ron Weasley.

"Professor, I will use the flying spell to summon the old ghoul clothes at home, and then put them on myself."

"Then, I can summon the black bread my mother made and hit it on the head. It will definitely kill it with one hit!"

"Oh, and Dad's leather adventure boots that he's had for ten years but never washed. I'll hold them up to the ghoul's nose."

"besides--"

"Stop!" Quirrell quickly interrupted Ron's 'casting'. He looked at Ron with a strange expression, as if he was looking at an unknown magical animal.

"Mr. Weasley, why do you know so much about ghouls?"

"I often sleep with the ghoul at home." Ron said with a plain face.

The little wizards around were in awe.

Even Hermione admired Ron, she had seen pictures of ghouls.

The illustrations of ghouls in Defense Against the Dark Arts books are like a pile of rotten water plants that fit together into a human shape. You can smell it even through the book.

Those who can sleep with ghouls are true warriors.

Even if you keep a ghoul as a pet, you won't actually sleep with it.

Because although they have a docile temperament, they really don’t like bathing.

"Very well, Mr. Weasley, your idea is very novel. Ghouls are indeed not interested in their own kind." Quirrell praised weakly, and then looked at Harry.

The Weasley family is really full of talents, and it would be a shame to put them in the Ministry of Magic.

It is really unexpected that black bread and leather boots can be used as weapons of destruction.

Quirrell no longer wanted to waste time on Ron. For the rest of the class, he might as well try out Harry Potter.

"Mr. Potter, if it were you, how would you face a werewolf going crazy under the moon?"

"Use the killing curse, Professor."

The whole classroom fell silent, and Dumbledore stood up with disbelief on his face.

Quirrell looked at him in surprise, feeling both joy and pain in his heart.

What a wonderful young dark wizard, I, I—

I actually want to teach him the right way!
Russell! !
"Mr. Potter, you are wrong to do this." Quirrell's distressed expression did not seem to be fake, as if something he had cherished and persisted in his whole life was leaving him.

Dumbledore's open mouth slowly closed. He glanced at Quirrell with relief and sat back down.

"Why, Professor?" Harry asked back: "This is the most effective plan. When dark creatures threaten the wizard's life, the wizard can use the Unforgivable Curse."

"This is a regulation of the Ministry of Magic, Professor. A crazy werewolf under the moon can launch a surprise attack on a target ten meters away within one second. I only have one time to use the spell."

"You can use the Armor Charm, or the Obstacle Charm, kid." Quirrell's expression became more painful, and his eyes became more sad.

"But the werewolf's magic resistance is very high. Professor, the Unforgivable Curse can break through its magic resistance."

"No, don't think so, kid. The reason Unforgivable Curses are strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic is because they affect your souls and they make you bad people."

"I understand, Professor. Thank you." Harry thanked him sincerely, but when Quirrell looked over, a playful look flashed across his eyes.

"..." Quirrell's painful expression instantly distorted.

The anger of seeing talented people but not being able to teach them, the joy of satisfying his addiction to good deeds, and the humiliation of being teased were like the clothes in a drum washing machine, spinning crazily in his black and white eyes.

"Professor Quirrell, I also think you are a good teacher. Hogwarts is really honored to invite you to teach."

Dumbledore stood up and led the applause as he spoke.

Soon, the classroom was filled with warm applause.

Hehe, hehehehe...

Dumbledore, Harry Potter, great, great!

Quirrell staggered and leaned on the desk behind him, showing a mixture of happiness and despair, like a frog about to be boiled in warm water.

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)