"I heard from Professor McGonagall that you usually have very good grades?" Professor Quirrell seemed to be following him and found another topic.
Joel and Professor Quirrell stood side by side. The smell of garlic in the purple turban made his nose extremely itchy. He stretched out his hand to rub it and watched as Alan hit Eddie with a beautiful dance spell.
His legs twisted uncontrollably like noodles, and he couldn't maintain his balance and fell to the ground.
"...It's just average, not outstanding." Joel pursed his lips and considered the answer for a while before responding.
Professor Quirrell glanced at him, looking dazed.
"I'll practice with you," he suddenly said, startling Joel, "Stand three steps away from me."
Joel was a little confused. When facing him, Professor Quirrell spoke clearly and thought quickly, no longer nervous in front of everyone.
Did he do it on purpose?
Joel followed Professor Quirrell's instructions, took three steps forward, and then turned around.
Hailis, who had been observing Joel closely, saw this scene and felt panic for a moment for no reason. She was successfully hit by Qiu from the opposite side. One of her legs kept twitching on the ground. Her face turned red, and she obviously felt a little embarrassed.
Qiu immediately released the dance spell and stepped forward to help Hailis up.
Except for Haylis, no one paid attention to Quirrell and Joel in the corner.
The two of them stood face to face, less than three meters apart. Joel tightened his grip on the wand in his hand, while Professor Quirrell showed no expression on his face, spinning the wand on his slender fingers.
"You go first," Professor Quirrell ordered, "let me see what you can do..."
Before he finished speaking, Joel's curse had already been shot out, as fast as lightning. Few of the students present were sure that they could catch this curse at such a close distance.
Professor Quirrell didn't panic, and the wand stopped rotating. He raised his arm lightly, and the spell was bounced away by an invisible barrier, hitting the wall of the classroom and splashing out pieces of gravel.
"Tarantella!" Professor Quirrell's spell was cast very delicately. He used the force of raising his arm to resist Joel's attack and then violently pressed his arm downward. Sparks even appeared on the tip of the wand.
As soon as the spell appeared, Joel knew that he would never be able to get any favors from him. He did not dare to directly accept the spell and ducked to the side to avoid it.
Other wizards need to wait for two seconds to rest after casting a spell, waiting for the magic power in the body to surge up again before continuing to cast the spell. However, Professor Quirrell moves extremely fast, and dance spells fly out rapidly along his arms, seemingly without any need at all.
Rest.
Spell after spell was shot out like a machine gun, and Joel finally had no way to avoid it. Forced by his fighting instinct and sense of crisis, he raised the wand in his hand, hoping to cast a spell to complete his defense.
But then he thought about it, he couldn't let Quirrell have further doubts. A normal second-year student's strength would not be able to block such an offensive.
He quickly gave up resisting, and was hit in the chest by two dance spells. He was pushed to the ground by the magic power, and his legs began to twitch and shake uncontrollably. The shaking frequency was faster than the one that Haylis was hit by Qiu before.
many.
Joel suppressed the wand and tried not to let it shake with his body, aimed at his leg, and used a stroke to break the spell.
The legs finally stopped shaking, and Joel breathed a sigh of relief.
Raising his head to meet Professor Quirrell's gaze, Joel tried hard to suppress his restless heart.
His expression was a little strange, but Joel didn't think too deeply about it.
The spell was so powerful that the stones on the wall spattered, causing a lot of movement. Seeing the surrounding students turning their eyes towards him, Professor Quirrell returned to his previous nervous posture, "I, I see Mr. Taylor
No one practices here, so..."
"Nothing else, you continue to practice, wait for a while, when the bell rings for the end of get out of class, you can just leave." Professor Quirrell ordered, and he walked to Joel.
"Thank you, Professor." Joel sat up.
"Thank me for what?" Professor Quirrell asked softly with deep meaning in his eyes.
"The spell casting skills you taught me." Joel rubbed his calves. The spell Professor Quirrell just cast was quite powerful, and both legs were sore from the impact of the magic, as if he had just finished running.
It's like a marathon.
He can naturally understand Professor Quirrell's intention. He still remembers the sword-cutting spell Quirrell cast in the Forbidden Forest Cave a few days ago.
It's very obvious, allowing Joel to see every decomposition action clearly.
Joel is also a smart man. He can analyze the intention of every arm movement of Professor Quirrell in just one exercise. He has omitted most of the redundant movements and integrated defense and offense, which can save a lot of money.
Time makes casting spells faster and smoother.
Professor Quirrell showed a look of approval in his eyes, but Joel didn't see it.
"Not bad, not bad..." Quirrell said, and the bell had already rang. "I will wait for you in the office at seven o'clock on Saturday night."
He said the last sentence into Joel's ear, and the smell of garlic almost made Joel faint.
Joel's body froze, and it wasn't until Quirrell left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with his textbook that he collapsed to the ground.
"Joel, are you okay?" The one who rushed over before the two roommates was Haylis, her flushed cheeks filled with nervousness.
"It's nothing serious..." Joel grabbed Haylis's outstretched hand and stood up. His knees were a little sore, and Haylis quickly put her shoulders on him.
The two roommates arrived late and quickly took Joel from Haylis, one of them put his arm on his shoulder and walked downstairs.
"Hiss..." Joel would feel a swelling pain when his heels touched the steps from time to time. He didn't know what was so mysterious about Quirrell's dance spell, but he always felt that the effect was much stronger than ordinary spells.
Fortunately, it was just a physical injury. Madam Pomfrey gave him some ointment to treat his ankle last time. After returning to the dormitory, Joel applied a thick layer of ointment to his heels and calves, and then lay on the chair with his feet up.
Close your eyes and relax.
What does Quirrell mean?
Joel doesn't know how strong Voldemort's control over Quirrell is. Has Quirrell completely lost the ability to control his body? Is today's Defense Against the Dark Arts session the real Quirrell?
Joel couldn't pay attention. In addition to Quirrell's words before leaving, at seven o'clock on Saturday night, should he go to Professor Quirrell's office?
Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, Eddie returned to the dormitory. He was carrying a sheet of mango pie and pumpkin juice in one hand, and a small medicine bottle in the other hand.
"Here," he handed both things to Joel, "Miss Selwyn gave you the ointment. She asked you to apply it as soon as possible."