In the early morning hall, looking at his class schedule, Link took a deep breath.
Defense Against the Dark Arts class, as a compulsory subject for every little wizard, has its purpose in teaching every student methods to resist various dark magic and dangerous magical creatures.
This is an extremely important subject, especially in the country UK, which has already experienced two rampages of the Dark Lord.
But this year, there was a problem with this class. The source of the problem was precisely its assigned professor, Quirinus Quirrell.
As an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts' Ravenclaw House, Quirrell absolutely had a solid accumulation of theoretical knowledge. That was also the reason why Dumbledore invited him to be a professor.
But clearly, Quirrell had disappointed Dumbledore.
As a professor, his teaching level was simply ridiculously bad. You couldn't possibly expect to learn anything from his class, because he would only hold up "The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection" and "Magical Defense Theory" and read them to you, and he stuttered terribly as he read.
In a certain sense, he was even worse than Professor Binns.
Though both taught straight from the book, at least Professor Binns had his own lesson plans, but Quirrell, that was simply a disaster.
Listening to his class, you'd be better off reading the books and teaching yourself. At least that would be more fluent.
The reason Link had not been able to master basic second-year self-defense spells like the Shield Charm and the Disarming Charm earlier was precisely due to Quirrell's terrible teaching methods. His teaching made it very difficult for young wizards like Link, who hadn't even built a solid foundation, to learn spells.
Of course, this was a problem for all Hogwarts students.
And for Link, the name Quirrell represented another, even worse kind of trouble.
Because the dark shadow that Link had encountered in the Forbidden Forest earlier was Quirrell. Voldemort was also attached to Quirrell's body, sucking his life force and magic to maintain his own life.
If possible, Link really did not want to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Because now that Voldemort had already shown such strong malice toward him, going to that class was basically like walking into a trap.
However, this obviously wasn't something Link could decide for himself.
"Link! What are you spacing out for? We're about to be late, that's not like you." John said excitedly toward Link.
He was very happy today, because the Christmas special training led by Cedric had finally ended, and today he could finally stop training in a snowstorm.
Hearing this, Link sighed, dawdled a bit longer, and finally got up to head to class with John.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was a very ordinary square-shaped classroom. Its floor space wasn't large, which meant that even if you sat in the last row, you could clearly see the blackboard.
Link and John arrived just on time, but they weren't the last to arrive.
Along the way, Link had already seen many students who, like them, had Defense Against the Dark Arts next, gathering in the hallway and unwilling to enter the classroom.
The only reason for such a situation was that the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom always had a strong lingering smell of garlic that wouldn't go away.
This smell was so strong that if you stayed inside for even a short while, your body would absorb it.
Then, for the rest of the day, you'd be a walking human stink bomb, something many female students couldn't accept.
This strong smell came from Quirrell. Many people (actually just George and Fred) believed it was something Quirrell specially used to ward off vampires, but more people thought Quirrell simply liked eating garlic too much and carried it around as a snack.
When they arrived, Professor Quirrell was already standing at the podium, waiting for class to start.
Quirrell was actually quite scholarly in appearance, and he was also quite young, which made him not too bad-looking.
Unfortunately, in order to hide Voldemort, who was growing on the back of his head, Quirrell always wore a purple Indian turban on his head. This made him look less like an Englishman and more like a first-generation Indian immigrant.
The funniest thing was that Quirrell was always nervous and panicked. He often clasped his fingers in front of his chest or waved his hands around awkwardly.
Such behavior always made people think Quirrell was silly, and it reminded Link of a movie character he had seen in a past life, Treebeard.
But Link had to admit, Quirrell's intentionally silly act was quite deceptive. If he hadn't read the original story, Link would never have guessed that he was Voldemort's host.
"F-F-F...Friend... students, g-good morning!"
When Link and John passed the podium, Quirrell stammered, and as he spoke, he stretched out a trembling hand.
This surprised John a bit, because Quirrell normally never greeted his students. John even suspected that Quirrell didn't remember all their names.
Plus, he had walked in with Link, yet Quirrell only called Link's name. This made John glance at Link with a bit of a strange expression.
Link squinted cautiously at Quirrell, then said nothing and brought John to sit in the last row.
As Link and John sat down, the class bell finally rang.
Those students who had been loitering in the hallway also unwillingly entered the classroom one by one.
Quirrell was already used to this. He gave Link a silly smile again, then raised his book and began to stammer his way through reading it.
The students below, meanwhile, just did their own things, ignoring him.
As far as they were concerned, they had long given up on Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Because Quirrell's class routine only involved reading books, there were no quizzes, no randomly calling on students to answer questions, no other forms of participation or grading at all. Honestly, it was lucky Quirrell stuttered, otherwise those two textbooks wouldn't have lasted a full year.
But today, Quirrell's performance was completely unexpected.
Barely ten minutes into the class, he put down his book, grinned dumbly, pointed at Link, and said, "L-L....Link, can you tell us the effect of the Disarming Charm, 'Expelliarmus'?"
This unusual behavior immediately drew everyone's attention, and they all turned their eyes to Link.
Link himself was stunned, but he still stood up and answered, "The Disarming Charm's main function is to make a weapon or any object fly out of the opponent's hand. It can make the opponent lose their wand."
"C-Completely correct! Hufflepuff... 10 points!"
Quirrell shouted excitedly. And as soon as he said this, everyone, including Link, froze.
Quirrell not only took the initiative to call on a student to answer a question, but also gave 10 points, and for a question that was so ridiculously easy?
This was nothing short of a miracle.
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