In the past, people only used it as a self-service drink and a natural "toilet". I didn't expect it to be able to develop new uses.
The scene of Ron being hesitant was spread by many students, and he himself also played a role in fueling the situation.
Whenever a student asked about what happened in the herbal medicine class, Ron would begin to describe it vividly and give five-star praises such as "it has strong power", "great suction power" and "self-lubricating effect".
Ron was very excited. Since arriving at Hogwarts, no matter where he went, everyone's eyes were only on Harry. It was the first time that he had received so much attention!
But pitcher plant seeds are not so easy to get, so the black market for young wizards at Hogwarts is full of big fakes.
The better ones use mimosa and flytraps instead, and foxtail grass picked up on the roadside to fool the little wizard. Some even sell mini pitcher plants, which are said to be customizable in size and have a silky feel...
But that's actually just using a transformation spell on the mouse, and then using a solidifying potion to fix the shape, and it will turn back into a mouse within a few days.
It’s so heartbreaking!
As the number of times they were deceived increased, many first-year wizards gradually realized that the most untrustworthy people were their gentle, kind, and witty seniors.
This is the same routine as the seniors in your previous life who came to sell you mobile phone cards and English newspapers when you first entered school.
On Thursday morning, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Houses ushered in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which was the most anticipated class for the little wizards.
When Rolf and Neville arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, they almost thought they had gone to the wrong place:
This place doesn't look like a classroom at all, more like a haunted house, with the windows blocked by curtains and dim torches lit on the walls.
There was a strong smell of garlic in the room, which was very pungent. Since there was no light for a long time, it was very humid. The humidity in the air made the smell of garlic even stronger.
Shirley always sits in the front row. She wears a blue robe and a refreshing ponytail that goes around her shoulders and hangs in front of her.
Seeing her waving, Rolf and Neville walked over and sat down beside her.
Neville covered his nose and asked, "Why don't you open the window?"
"They're all boarded up." Shirley turned to look at the window and whispered, "The curtains are also sewn shut and can't be opened at all."
Rove was very calm. He sat in his seat, took out Professor McGonagall's old textbook, and continued to study his notes.
He knows the details of Quirrell. He can’t learn much knowledge in this year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts course... Well, in the next seven years, the Defense Against the Dark Arts course where you can learn knowledge is heresy!
In this case, it is better to cherish your time and do something you love.
[McGonagall's Transfiguration Talent] is only available for a limited time of one month. Rolf must take advantage of this time to complete the first-year course of Transfiguration on his own.
But the other little wizards were not so calm. The irritable Justin picked up a stool and wanted to smash the wooden board nailed to the window.
"Can't smash...can't open the window..."
Quirrell jumped out from the corner. He seemed to have been standing there for a long time, but no one noticed.
He stammered and waved his arms to stop him: "I was injured by a vampire... now I can't see the wind... see the light..."
Upon hearing this, Justin quickly threw away his stool and hid back, as if he was afraid that Quirrell would turn into a vampire and bite him severely.
"It's okay... I treated the wound... I won't turn into a vampire... Everyone, don't worry... The female vampire didn't bite me..."
"Professor Quirrell, can you tell us the story of your battle with the female vampire?" MacMillan raised his hand impatiently.
"Yes, that female vampire... is she beautiful?"
The little wizards were originally very scared, but when they heard that it was a female vampire, they instantly became energetic.
"Beautiful." Quirrell's face flushed, and he stuttered: "At that time, I met her in a wizard hotel in Romania... She was the resident singer at the bar... her name was Elena... so beautiful..."
"Then what?"
"Elena knocked on my door at night... and said she wanted to give me an exciting show..."
"Then what?!"
"She opened a bottle of red wine...to brighten the mood...I drank it...drunk...she put me on the bed..."
The little wizards all pricked up their ears, and the girls covered their ears shyly, but also secretly left a gap.
"When I woke up again... I found that my luggage was lost... my passport was gone... and my kidneys had been cut..."
"..." What kind of salvation is there for a kidney-cutting man!
The little wizard was a little disappointed. This was not the story they wanted to hear. Professor Quirrell hurriedly said:
"I have never fought a vampire... but I helped an African chief... expel the resurrected zombies..."
Quirrell pointed to the thick scarf wrapped around his head and said in a trembling voice: "This is the gift given to me by the African chief...a gift from the African land..."
But Hannah, who has a keen eye, saw a printed letter on the scarf that read:
fabrique en france
(Made in France)
Well, France is a big country in Africa, so it is reasonable to say that it is from Africa.
"Professor, why do you smell so much like garlic?" Justin sniffed.
Quirrell wrapped his scarf tightly, his lips turned white, and his teeth chattered: "That's not the smell of garlic...it's perilla...my kidneys are gone...it's used to relieve wound pain...Okay, let's go to class."
Professor Quirrell stuttered and had a weird accent. His teaching method was very simple. He just followed the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and read aloud emotionally.
"We...learn the first spell...the 'Discard Spell'. Everyone recite the spell with me three times.
aband?n?......Abandon, give up!"
The sound of books suddenly filled the classroom. The little wizards never expected that Defense Against the Dark Arts was a reading class, so... I could also be a professor!
When the little wizard asked Quirrell to cast a spell, he raised his right hand and said that he injured his arm trying to deal with the fire dragon.
This suspected act of bombing made everyone extremely disdainful, and they looked at Quirrell with even more contempt, as if he could only become a professor because of someone behind him.
Later, Quirrell simply refused to read it himself and asked the students to recite it themselves. He also drew a range and said that the next class would have to write down the magic spell.
"Professor Quirrell, long time no see." While the little wizards were studying, Rolf waved and whispered hello.
"Ah, Rolf...why are you here too?"
Quirrell was startled. He seemed to have just discovered Rolf today, even though the boy was sitting in the front row, and even though the boy made such a big fuss during the sorting ceremony a few days ago.
Quirrell looked hesitant and remained silent for a moment before saying, "I remember you... weren't you going to Ilvermorny School of Magic?"
"I don't want to go anymore." Luo Fe looked at Quirrell, who was dressed like an Arab, and said with a "honest" look on his face:
"You said you wanted to come to Hogwarts to work. I thought since an outstanding wizard like you is here, it would be better for me to come here to study as well."
The blond boy laughed and said, "It's okay if you don't go to Ilvermorny!"
"..."
When Rolf and Newt went to Albania to explore, they met Quirrell. The young man heard that the other person was called Quirrell and deliberately chatted with him for a long time.
At that time, Quirrell was not what he is now. He didn't wear a scarf, behaved normally, and he didn't meet Voldemort.
"Professor, I remember that you said you were going to find the mysterious man, and that you wanted to catch him and send him to Azkaban. Did you catch him?" Rolf lowered his voice.
Quirrell's face turned pale and he shook his head, "I didn't..."
Quirrell wanted to say "He didn't say that", but Rolf interrupted: "Didn't you find it? That's a pity!"
"These students don't understand your strength and say bad things about you, but I understand it too well..." The young man looked at Quirrell with admiration.
Quirrell wiped the sweat from his forehead, weakly, and forced a smile. Little did he know that the boy's next words would scare him almost out of his mind.
"I still remember your bold words at that time, calling the mysterious man a son of a bitch, a beast, a bastard... You also said that if you find the mysterious man, you will kill him on the spot!"
Quirrell's face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he was sweating profusely. He waved his hands quickly and said:
"I'm not... I didn't... don't even say..."
Rolf grabbed Quirrell's hand and said enthusiastically: "Professor, show everyone your outstanding magic, don't be stingy!"
At this moment, there was a sudden "ding" in Luofu's brain.
[A domestic slave, Quirinus Chilo, was detected, triggering side mission 1]
Help Quirrell untie his thick scarf so that the putrid back of his head can fully enjoy the warmth of the sun. Reward:
Dark Lord's original scarf
[A parasitic Voldemort is detected, triggering side mission 2]
Help Voldemort leave Quirrell's body and reward magic:
【Shapechanger】
[Able to invade the consciousness and thoughts of magical creatures and control their behavior]