The match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin ended, and it was indeed as exciting as everyone expected.
First, the Hufflepuff players were poisoned, and Scamander came on as a substitute; then the Slytherin martial arts team was injured by their opponents, and several players were injured; and finally, the wonderful fall from high altitude and acceleration of 100 meters, catching the Golden Snitch, and Scamander
A perfect debut...
Of course, everyone's brilliance is destined to be overshadowed by Professor Quirrell.
He is considered to be the first professor with an imaginative mind on the Quidditch pitch!
The Bludger is enchanted and will fly around the field, knocking players off their brooms. This is a perfectly normal thing.
But it’s just that the student was hit, but he was hit as a professor... Quirrell was still the first!
If things had only come to this point, it would have only once again demonstrated his incompetence, but a dramatic scene came...
When Madam Pomfrey rushed to the stadium to untie Professor Quirrell's scarf and perform treatment, Quirrell
To wake up from a coma suddenly is a medical miracle!
He even refused Madam Pomfrey's treatment on the spot and stammered:
"It's a small injury...it doesn't matter...just go back and recuperate for a few days...it'll be fine."
Many people heard the sound of their skulls cracking. Those who were a little closer even felt that the back of their heads was dented. Is this just a minor injury... doesn't matter?
Quirrell instantly reversed his image of cowardice in the minds of young wizards and became a tough guy that everyone spread word of mouth. He left Professor Snape, who was originally a bad guy at the same level as him, far behind him and set a higher standard.
Of course, everyone is more curious about what Quirrell's head is made of. He actually thinks that this kind of skull crack injury is just a minor injury?!
There are various speculations. Hannah told everyone that Professor Quirrell may have practiced the magic of the Far East - Iron Head Kung Fu. She had seen a group of monks before, and they would knock bricks on their foreheads when they had nothing to do...
Susan Bones believes that Professor Quirrell's scarf may be a powerful magic item that offset some of his damage.
Justin just watched the newly released "Terminator 2" during the summer vacation. He tried to convince everyone that Professor Quirrell was no longer a wizard.
At the Hufflepuff table, he repeatedly told everyone:
"Quillo is a robot made by Muggles. Like T800, he is not human. He is sent back by Muggles from the future to destroy Hogwarts!"
The curiosity about Quirrell's head was like a grass seed that took root in the hearts of all the little wizards and began to take root and sprout.
Until one day, someone who didn't know who put a reward of ten galleons pushed this curiosity to the extreme:
Whoever gets Quirrell to take off his scarf and fully enjoy the sunshine will get ten galleons!
For a young wizard, ten Galleons is not a small amount of money, and everyone wants to earn this bounty.
Many students lurk at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office every day, waiting for Professor Quirrell to come out and blast the gold coins, but he has never come out since he entered the office.
The young wizards spread rumors that Quirrell might have died and become a ghost like Professor Binns.
Even Professor Trelawney, who rarely appeared in public, was shocked by this incident.
At the dinner that day, she came to the auditorium quietly and thoughtfully and told Dumbledore that she had predicted in class long ago that a professor would leave us forever.
She also said that she warned Professor Quirrell not to watch the Quidditch match because his life would be in danger, but he didn't listen.
When Professor McGonagall snorted disapprovingly, Professor Trelawney predicted on the spot:
Gryffindor will not win the Quidditch Cup this school year, just like Charlie Cannon is destined to be at the bottom of the league this year.
Such a vicious curse made McGonagall so angry that if Sprout hadn't stopped her, she would have started to let Trelawney know why the flowers were so red.
Before leaving, Professor Trelawney not only asked Professor Dumbledore to give her a salary increase, but also told the first-year and second-year students that they could take her divination class in the third-year class.
Many young wizards were intimidated by Trelawney. After all, this was a witch who dared to confront Professor McGonagall. It was not easy to see.
After Professor Quirrell was injured, Snape was the happiest because...
"Your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor injured his brain in last week's game..."
During Thursday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Rolf was discussing transfiguration with Shirley in a low voice when he saw Professor Snape walking in with a big smile.
He waved his wand gently, and the black curtains and wooden boards on the wall disappeared.
"But don't worry. The brain is the least important part of Professor Quirrell. It doesn't matter whether it's injured or not. You don't have to worry..."
The classroom suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked up at Professor Snape. They did not expect that he would temporarily take charge of this class. This was not good news.
Professor Snape took a deep breath and said with a look of disgust:
"How can you endure classes in this environment, this smell..."
He waved his wand again, and all the windows opened. The cold wind blew in, and the little wizards shivered.
Many students are secretly complaining, how can you say that the smell of garlic in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom smells bad when you have a greasy head that you haven't washed for months?
If everyone is curious about what Quirrell's head looks like under his scarf, then for Snape, I sincerely hope that he can wear a scarf as soon as possible.
"Where are your lessons?" Snape asked lazily: "Rolf Scamander?"
Luofu stood up... He really didn't know, he didn't mention how many classes he missed, and he basically didn't listen to Quirrell's nonsense in class.
Neville wanted to remind Rolf, but he opened his mouth, his face turned red, and he realized that he had forgotten too.
Shirley, who was sitting nearby, saw Snape standing not far away, but she still lowered her voice to remind Rove, and the boy repeated:
"We've read the second chapter. Professor Quirrell wants us to memorize the text about the introduction of dark creatures this week and prepare to write it silently..."
"Could it be that Scamander also injured his brain during the game and needs you to take care of him now, Swinton?" Snape walked up to the two of them with a straight face and sneered:
"Helpful, right? Five points for Hufflepuff and ten points for Ravenclaw!"
The girl with the ponytail pursed her lips. This was the first time she had points deducted.
"Well, it seems to me that your progress is zero!" Snape said impatiently:
"You are too focused on trivial matters and have wasted most of the semester. You haven't even learned the basics of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Professor Snape walked around the classroom, constantly throwing items left by Quirrell into the trash can, as if he would never come back.
"If I were to teach, you would have finished learning the red hat by now, instead of still reading the text." Professor Snape paced in the classroom and uttered sarcastic words:
"I dare say that when I was seven years old, I mastered more magic than you do now. At your level, I am not as good as the ghouls in the dungeon."
"Now turn to page seventy-nine..." Snape finally vented his pent-up dissatisfaction and shouted: "Hurry up! Hurry up!!"
"Who can tell me what Kabbah is?" Professor Snape raised his chin and asked lazily: "Neville Longbottom?"
After deducting another five points from Neville, Snape sat him down with satisfaction. With the points from the Quidditch game, Hufflepuff's house points had quietly reached the first place.
In line with the principle of relativity that deducting points from other colleges means adding points to yourself, Professor Snape has focused his attack on the little badgers.
"Tsk tsk, if you are all at this level, I dare say that the probability of you passing this course at the end of the semester is zero." Professor Snape sneered:
"Kaba, also called a kappa, is a crawling aquatic magical animal with a beak like a bird and claws like a frog. It is covered in scales and has short hair on its head. It is red and looks like a water monkey."
"Kaba mainly drinks human blood and will try to strangle those who are unprepared as they wade through the pond..."
The little wizard memorized the notes, and Snape asked again: "Who knows where Cabba's weakness is? Scamander?"
"Head." Luofu stood up again and replied: "There is a depression in the center of Kaba's head, like a saucer. There is water in the saucer. Once there is a lack of water, Kaba will become weak.
If you want to deal with Kappa, you can use cucumbers to trick them into bowing and letting the water flow from their heads, thus losing their strength..."
"It's as clumsy as a giant monster dealing with a horned camel." Snape said with some disdain: "I will teach you a magic that can attack Cardo's head and force them to drain the water..."
The bell finally rang, and Snape said loudly:
"Each of you write a paper and give it to me. The content is about how to deal with Cardo's head and let the water drain. Write this topic on three feet of parchment."
Professor Snape was satisfied with the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and finally said with satisfaction:
"Everyone had better pray for Professor Quirrell and hope that he can take a good rest in the office and not come to class again.
but me,
I will let you see...what is the real defense against the dark arts!"