v2 Chapter 1820： confession (1/2)
Hermione ducked, dodging the green light. This made Quirrell angry, his face contorted and his voice a little harsh.
”How dare you dodge, the disobedient students must be punished. I will kill you and maintain order in the classroom.” Quirrell pointed his wand at Hermione again, ”Avada!”
This guy is crazy. He uses the Killing Curse on disobedient students. What kind of punishment is this? It's killing people! Even a school run by a dark wizard can't do such a thing.
Hermione rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the Killing Curse, and pulled out her wand to fight back. She fired a stun spell. Taking advantage of Quirrell's dodging, Hermione's wand swung quickly, and the table, chair and bench beside it rose into the air. He smashed towards Quirrell at great speed.
She knew that she was no match for Quirrell, not to mention that Voldemort was behind Quirrell's head and had to find... Hermione stopped, surprised to see Quirrell being hit by a desk and chair.
He cursed and waved his wand wildly for a while, but nothing happened, then he was hit by the table and chairs whizzing away, and fell heavily to the ground, in a coma.
The table and chair fell on him, making a shocking rumbling sound.
Quirrell has this kind of power?
This is impossible!
”Sure enough, I'm dreaming!” Hermione blinked and put down her wand in disbelief.
”My God, you beat Professor Quirrell!” a student shouted.
Hermione turned her head to see a Slytherin boy who had never spoken.
What's his name?
Just when she was thinking about this, another boy shouted, ”What is this magic you used just now, I have never seen it before!”
”It's amazing, how can you be so strong.”
”Better than Professor Quirrell, it's unbelievable.”
”Unbelievable, I must be dreaming.”
It was in a dream, but it was in my own dream.
Hermione saw all the students gathered around, no one cared about Quirrell who fell unconscious on the ground, and no one cared that Quirrell had used the Unforgivable Curse just now. They all praised her, including Slytherin's. Hermione, including the students, had never seen them speak to her with such awe.
It feels good, this is impossible in reality, no matter how good she is in school, Slytherin students don't care, it's good not to call her a mudblood.
Looking at the Slytherin students who kept praising themselves and even asking her to teach them magic, the sense of disobedience in the magic spell classroom just now came out again, and it was much stronger.
Although in the real world, she had some thoughts like this, but Hermione didn't think it made any sense. She didn't want to be praised by the Slytherins. She pushed the students around her hard and left the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. .
no one is chasing...