137 Chapter 137 Bad Professor Quirrell (second more) (1/2)
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Marietta was not dizzy, she firmly refused, and decided to ignore William for a lesson unless he changed his mind.
Qiu shook his head and sighed, seeming to feel helpless with his girlfriend.
It is not a good thing to like someone who is too good.
Just then, the class bell rang and Professor Quirrell walked in.
As soon as he entered the classroom, there was a strange smell around him.
”What smell?” Marietta sniffed.
As Professor Quirrell took off his hat, the smell became stronger.
It seemed that a hundred people who had eaten garlic were breathing together, and the pungent smell came up again, reminding everyone of some unbearable days last year.
”Children, you guys... well... I'm Professor Quirrell... please take out the textbook, okay?” Professor Quirrell squatted.
”Professor, what are you talking about?” Judy Crouch asked aloud.”Can you speak English?”
”I'm... English... authentic... London accent.” Professor Quirrell flushed.
But he stammered, with an accent, a bit curry, and he didn't know he thought he was Indian.
William really couldn't bear the smell, he held his breath for a while, and had to use Transfiguration to conjure three masks, which were divided among Qiu and Marietta.
He brought one himself.
Everyone looked at William with longing eyes, as if wishing him to change something more.
At this time, everyone regretted not listening to Professor McGonagall's class. Judy Crouch even passed a note, and it would take ten gallons to buy one from William!
For a time, masks became a scarce item.
Soon, everyone had masks.
Professor Quirrell's face was bruised, and he said angrily: ”I'm... to drive away... vampires, you must know that magical creatures are afraid of... garlic.”
Professor Quirrell stubbornly talked about a vampire he met in Romania.
It was still September, and the weather was very hot, and Professor Quirrell soon sweated profusely.
But he was always reluctant to take off his thick scarf.
”Can't take it off, this is... a gift from an African prince... I helped get rid of the entanglement of the resurrection zombies.”
Atul of Slytherin stood up, his voice buzzing with a three-layer mask on his mouth.
”Professor, how did you defeat the resurrection zombie?”
The professor was vague and started to change the subject: ”I have to say that the weather in the UK... is still as bad as ever. I prefer... winter.”
”Professor Quirrell, are you lying?!”
Quirrell's face turned red, and the blue stripes on his forehead were blooming, and he argued, ”I just...I just can't remember how to lie... Can't remember... what the professor said, can it be a lie?”
Successively, the incomprehensible Northern Irish accent, ”Avada gnaws big melon”, ”Black Meng King” and so on, caused everyone to laugh: the classroom was filled with cheerful air.
But when the course was halfway up, everyone couldn't stand the professor anymore. He just read to everyone according to the textbook, and no one understood what he was talking about.
Atul of Slytherin bought Lee Jordan's Black Widow at a high price. He used a spell to enlarge the spider, and the spider soon began to run around in the classroom.
Professor Quirrell was so frightened that he immediately stepped back and almost took off his scarf.
”Professor Quirrell is really bad, it's better to be a Death Eater to teach us.” Qiu complained after class was over.
Everyone thought so, Quirrell was a few Snape away from Taywen.
Rather than wasting time like this, it's better to take Snape, who has been jealous of this class, at least a little real.
But soon no one thought that way.
On Friday morning, Gryffindor and the Slytherin first-year wizard took their first potions lesson.Jiuzhou Chinese