Professor Quirrell is a top student who was born in Ravenclaw. He used to be a teacher of Muggle Studies courses and was now promoted to professor by Dumbledore.
Although it has become weird now, it does not lack any knowledge reserves.
"Indeed...indeed they are runes, child."
Quirrell glanced at the classroom, sighed, and simply looked at Anton and started talking.
"This is a variant...of ancient magic. We...we...inherited from...ancient...ancient..."
Oh, look at the terrible way of speaking.
The quiet classroom clearly echoed Quirrell's stammered words, and burst into laughter again, with Draco laughing the loudest among them.
Of course, this happy atmosphere affected Gryffindor the most, and Harry looked very happy.
Gan!
I finally mustered up the courage to face Voldemort. Do you think it's easy for me?
Is it easy?
Anton stood up and turned to look at everyone coldly.
Although he is not the leader of Slytherin students like Draco, he has always been a unique character that no one dares to bully. Occasionally, a few naughty and proud Slytherins provoke him, and they are dealt with.
Obediently.
For a moment, everyone in Slytherin became quiet.
Affected by this strange atmosphere, no one in Gryffindor spoke.
"Who else wants to make a fuss?"
"Who else?"
As he spoke, the dirt and dust in every corner of the classroom vibrated, making a harsh buzzing sound. The resonant low-frequency sound even made the dust on the ceiling fall, frightening all the children.
Professor Quirrell said behind him in a panic, "Student, there's no need for this, there's no need for this, get out of class is over, get out of class is over, it's already time."
He thought for a moment, "After class... come to my... office, and I'll... tell you about the Scarecrow Curse, okay... okay?"
"???"
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Anton struggled for a long time at the corner of the stairs not far from Professor Quirrell's door.
He was thinking about getting himself some potion to make himself look worse, and then asked a classmate to ask Quirrell for a day off on the way to the school hospital.
After all, if you don't mention Voldemort, Professor Quirrell is quite easy to talk to.
"Hey, Anton." A classmate passed by the stairs and said hello to him.
Anton twitched the corners of his mouth to reveal a polite smile.
"Hey, Anthony." This kind of address is usually given to senior classmates who met through the twins.
Anton could only continue to smile.
Many people pass by from time to time up and down the stairs.
There were always some people who were too busy to say hello to him. He struggled to smile, and his cheeks were almost sore.
"Hey, cousin!"
Anton took a breath, this was Ron, followed by Harry and Hermione Neville.
Ron obviously wanted to talk to him about something, and a group of people came over excitedly.
Go lie down, this is at the door of Voldemort, what if this person is thought to have a good relationship with Harry.
Anton smiled, nodded kindly as a greeting, and walked quickly towards Quirrell's office as if he hadn't noticed their intention to chat.
"Dong dong dong."
"Please come in." Quirrell's voice revealed a trace of elegance.
After Anton came in, he politely closed the door gently to prevent Lao Fu from getting excited when he saw Harry outside the door.
"Hello, Professor Quirrell."
After Anton said hello, his eyes suddenly widened.
At this time, Quirrell no longer had that timid expression. He sat elegantly on the big armchair, his body stretched naturally, his back straight, one hand gently resting on the armrest, and the other hand holding a glass of red wine and shaking it.
She even has her legs crossed!
"I like you very much as a student. You are excellent, confident, unruly, and eager to learn. It always reminds me of my childhood." Quirrell smiled, raised his eyelids to look at Anton, and raised his left hand slightly to indicate that he was facing him.
chair, "sit."
Oh my god~
Anton suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart. He swallowed and sat down.
"Excellent students should always be treated differently. They should not be allowed to receive some stupid or bad knowledge. This will only waste their precious time and talent."
At this time, Professor Quirrell's tone was natural and his speech was smooth. He no longer looked like he was stammering.
So awesome.
Anton almost cried with excitement.
Where the hell is Quirrell? This guy must be Voldemort!
Are you saying you should just stay in your hat?
Why did you run out?
So naughty!
He sat upright, like an obedient child in kindergarten, and looked particularly well-behaved.
Professor Quirrell was obviously very satisfied with his attitude towards knowledge.
"Tell me, what do you want to learn?"
hehe.
I don't want to learn anything now. I want to die. Just let me go.
Avada's chewing on big melons doesn't suit me either. It's really hard for me to get rid of my instinctive reaction to releasing the Cruciatus Curse. Is it easy for me?
Professor Quirrell's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and their eyes were full of teasing.
Day.
Anton realized what he was doing. Like Dumbledore, this guy was also a master of Legilimency.
Quickly relax your mind.
Thanks to the strong heart he had developed from being with the old wizard in his early days and facing death at any time, Anton's face remained expressionless. He exhaled softly, and his heart suddenly shook.
"I want to learn the Scarecrow Curse."
"Scarecrow Curse? What's there to learn?" Professor Quirrell thought for a moment, then agreed, and nodded slightly, "Okay, I can teach you this."
His slender fingers lifted up in the air, and countless words floated in the air, like blue flames, beating and twisting.
"You are very keen. This is indeed a runic spell, and it is a stupid transliteration. The modified Latin can only bring out the slightest bit of the power of the original spell."
"The white wizard who made these changes must be very proud of himself. He retained the strange appearance of the transformation, but eliminated all the dangerous and bad negative effects."
"This is a very dangerous ancient magical curse."
"It's also the source of creatures like scarecrows."
"Of course, the scarecrow spirit can no longer be found. This kind of creature is too dangerous and has been hunted down by the Ministry of Magic."
Next, Lao Fu...oh, no, this is Professor Quirrell, yes, it must be Professor Quirrell!
Professor Quirrell explains eruditely the various spelling techniques, countermeasures, and value of using the Scarecrow Curse, as well as counter-spells and potions to undo the spell.
He even explained in detail why such a spell should be pronounced the way it is, and why some bytes must be accented and some bytes must be elongated.
This was the first time Anton heard someone explain the principles of spell pronunciation techniques.
He listened eagerly.
With his mind filled with this knowledge, the notepad and ballpoint pen from his crossbody bag flew out, floating beside him and jotting down notes quickly.
He no longer cares who is sitting in front of him talking, even if it is a pig, he doesn't care.