Chapter 195

The students below had ignored her and were immersed in the food in front of them, but Umbridge turned a blind eye and still stood on the stage and talked nonsense.

"Dark wizards are extremely dangerous people. This semester, I will help you improve your defense against black magic..." she said.

Nietzsche had already noticed that Dumbledore put his hand on the back of the old professor's hand and patted it gently, as if to soothe the other person's no longer calm mood.

Sigh~ You must know that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts is not suitable for everyone.

After finally waiting for Umbridge to finish speaking, a few ignorant freshmen below were ready to applaud symbolically, but as soon as they raised their hands, Dumbledore stood up again.

"Back to business..." the principal said sarcastically, "Okay, I would like to introduce another professor of new ancient rune literature. Some students should have met him before. He is Quirinus Quirrell."

"Quirrell...the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?!" Gryffindor's Neville couldn't conceal his inner shock, "Didn't you say he was dead?"

The entire fifth grade students and above exclaimed in amazement. They were all students who had experienced this class back then.

At this time, Quirrell strode in from outside the foyer, ignoring the various looks at the guest of honor, and simply said hello to the students around him.

He still has the familiar headscarf and the familiar shy smile, but his speech no longer stutters.

"I am honored to lead you to ancient magic and explore those unknown areas, everyone." Quirrell said with a calm tone and a smooth smile, "You don't have to spend time to ponder what I said now."

"Professor, is it too late to change elective courses now?"

"It's too late, but if you have time, I will allow you to observe..."

The applause this time was in sharp contrast to Umbridge's silence before. This is the fact that some people are ignored even if they say a lot of things, while some people will be praised when they return.

Nietzsche clapped his hands vigorously and smiled, sincerely and freely.

Chapter 309 Snape wants to see the shadow of his old friend

"It's incredible. How many people will be resurrected in the future?" Warrington was surprised by the appearance of Professor Quirrell.

Many people were talking about Quirinus Quirrell, which made Umbridge very unhappy on the stage. It seemed that she should be the one who deserved to be noticed.

Slytherin's ghost Bloody Barrow also floated down. He was very interested in the topic of 'resurrection of the dead'.

"Professor Dumbledore just said that he has been secretly hindering the mysterious man...Did he also resurrect himself when the mysterious man was resurrected? It is possible, maybe he was still a ghost before." Bloody Barrow said .

"Is there a possibility that he was not dead in the first place, but just faked his death to avoid the Death Eaters secretly?" Nietzsche dismissed the other party's speculation.

"Okay...so 'resurrection' is still impossible?"

Nietzsche looked through Hufflepuff's figure and saw Marvolo chatting with several witches due to his outstanding appearance.

This is an interesting question. What is the difference between ghosts and souls? It seems that in addition to not being able to use magic, they are also a kind of immortality: they are the traces they leave in the world.

Therefore, Voldemort prefers to have dignity and truly live...

Judging from Voldemort's life experience and the first lesson before the start of school, magic equals power, and power is dignity.

But Bloody Baron had asked the wrong person. He should have turned his attention to Gryffindor on the other side.

"Maybe it's some kind of potion related to black magic. Cooking a body can still do it." Nietzsche saw that it was in a depressed mood, so he explained, "If a ghost can be considered a soul."

"..." Bloody Barro fell into silence, flew into the sky in frustration, and left through the wall.

It can be seen from the stubborn Professor Binns that ghosts are just the obsession of the deceased in this wonderful world, and each ghost cannot leave a specific area.

If they could leave Hogwarts, the ghosts might be more reasonable, more tolerant, and smarter... Obviously, ghosts cannot look down on the entire world from God's perspective.

They are merely a ‘phenomenon’, not an entity.

"Barrow must be trying to please Mrs. Gray of Ravenclaw." Theodore said some gossip.

"It seems that it had an affection for Mrs. Gray before it died... It was interested in the topic of resurrection, which is very strange for ghosts." Daphne came over and said mysteriously.

Bloody Barrow's external image has always been mysterious, indifferent, and scary to other ghosts, but he suddenly became interested in how Voldemort was resurrected.

"But then again, how do you know what happened between these two ghosts?" Nietzsche was amused by this.

"I heard from Headless Nick, but Mrs. Gray doesn't like Barrow. I've never seen Mrs. Gray give it a good look." Theodore was very proud of his ability to find out secrets.

"So it actually wants to bring Mrs. Gray back to life..."

But this thing is even more strange. Why would one ghost want to compensate another ghost?

From the motive, Barrow felt guilty and wanted to bring Ravenclaw's Lady Grey back to life, but how could this be possible? Ghosts are not considered human souls, so the two ghosts are destined to keep pulling each other.

After the main course disappeared, snacks were served to the young wizards, and as they were lazy after a full meal, the young wizards walked around.

You can see the senior sister of Ravenclaw explaining the history of the college to the new Slytherin, the senior of Gryffindor recommending Quidditch brooms to Hufflepuff, and couples like Qiu Zhang and Cedric have already sat together.

The voices were mixed but not loud, and this kind of dinner made people feel relaxed.

The professors didn't react much. For example, professors like Flitwick would chat with a few students in the front row about learning. Only Umbridge was unhappy.

"This... this is really unruly, there are no rules..." Nietzsche, who was sitting at the top of the long table, heard her scolding, "Severus, why don't you manage your students? I thought Slytherin would be very disciplined."

Being disciplined?

Nietzsche didn't know when Slytherin became the synonym for being disciplined. They only abide by their own "rules".

This made Dean Snape miserable, because Umbridge sat between him and the headmaster, so he was the first person to be disturbed by the tone of questioning.

"I didn't see Slytherin violating the school rules." Snape said calmly, without even looking at her.

"But this is obviously not in compliance with the order. We can't be innovative in everything." Umbridge didn't seem to realize that she was disliked, and she spoke in a shrill voice, pretending to be a little girl.

Well, she deserved to be thrown into Hogwarts by Fudge like garbage, and it was not wronged at all.

"I didn't realize you were still a nostalgic person." Snape smiled and secretly sneered, "But this is also a part of tradition. This is called... What is Dumbledore called? Oh, yes, unity. Don't you want wizards to unite?"

What a high hat! In the environment under Voldemort's return, once the Ministry of Magic takes it seriously, it can be labeled as "separatism".

"You misunderstood! I just want the school to look like a school."

Therefore, Umbridge could only smile awkwardly, frowning and eating snacks, as if enduring this noisy environment.

At this time, after the snacks disappeared with the golden plate, Dumbledore stood up and ended the banquet tonight. He waved to Harry in the direction of Gryffindor, and then said: "Then... start singing."

Without any musical instruments, the freshmen sang the school song in their favorite tunes.

"Go this way!" Harry stood in front of the freshmen very majestically and led a group of people away.

Being a prefect, how great it is. Perhaps Harry also knows that his parents were also prefects, and later became the president of the student union, which makes him want to perform.

He no longer needs the title of "savior" given by others, but has his own identity.

However, Harry's smile did not last long, because... Snape was still alive, and the sunny and cheerful smile was a little less in the second day's potion class.

"You will start the OWLS exam at the end of this semester." Snape said sternly, "I must emphasize that you should not spend your time trying to get the unique love of the professor or the headmaster, which will not make your grades barely "passing."

His eyes have restrained a lot of hostility compared to before, but Nietzsche can still know that he is criticizing Harry Potter.

However, the professor's purpose is to remind, not to deliberately ridicule and mock students, so he didn't look at Harry much in the subsequent classes, let alone deduct points, and his attention was on teaching.

Nietzsche couldn't help thinking: Maybe the professor should also let go of Lily's death like Lupin.

"Now, put down your books. We are going to prepare a demulcent... Different demulcents have different effects. Let's start. Now try to make a medicine for treating nerves."

This is very different from previous classes. Some students have no idea what the steps are. They can only sit there and hope that Snape can give more hints.

"Potter, what is the first step?" But Snape turned his head and asked.

Harry shook his head blankly. He was like most people.

"Holmes?" So Snape changed someone and asked the same question again.

This is not very difficult. It is normal for a cardiotonic to be a little toxic to relieve diseases such as neurasthenia and myocardial insufficiency.

"First, separate the required relieving agent according to the toxicity to be alleviated..." Nietzsche narrated calmly, "The ingredients used to suppress nerves are slightly toxic, and hellebore is the main one."

"Five points for Slytherin." Snape turned his head and looked at Harry, looking at him with a pitying look and said, "You don't have any trace of her."

Harry was very unhappy, of course, he still had some dignity as a prefect in his heart.

The professor was talking about Lily. Although he didn't deduct points from Gryffindor, from Harry's drooping face, this behavior seemed to be worse than deducting points, so that he was buried in taking notes in the second half of the class.

"Provocation... Professor Snape is doing it for his own good." Hermione said while stirring the hellebore syrup.

"For him?" Nietzsche waited until the professor reached the back row of the classroom before he said, "I thought the professor was doing it for himself, but that's okay, after all, his eyes are on the living."

Harry couldn't refute or scold the professor, because the professor knew his mother Lily.

But the meaning of this denial is far deeper than the previous ridicule.

Chapter 310: Quirrell’s Little Classroom is about to begin!

After the potions class, it was time for the elective class. For the students who took the divination class in the next class, they all envied those students who took the ancient rune literature and wanted to see the "resurrection from the dead" professor.

You know, ever since the curse spread, professors who can escape from the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts are legends.

What? Lockhart? To the students, he is considered a legend. After all, he is now enjoying a smooth life and has reached the sky in one step.

"I really hope Professor Trelawney can make a few predictions about Professor Quirrell..." Padma said nervously, "Maybe the professor who can survive the curse of the mysterious man can become a big shot. "

Nietzsche really wanted to pat her on the shoulder and say: Actually, you, Lockhart, are a performer, and I gave Quirrell's life. It would be better to say that I am Voldemort's nemesis.

After coming up from the basement, the group of them bumped into Marvolo.

"Hey! That new transfer student, what are you going to take?" Lavender said enthusiastically out of curiosity.

"I haven't thought about it yet. I'm going to discuss it with Principal Dumbledore... But if possible, I want to choose them all." Marvolo smiled back at the girl.

"Don't!" Hermione immediately interrupted the other person's thoughts, "I mean, you have to take care of your rest time, otherwise you will be buried in homework... the experience of others."

Nietzsche also didn't want him to take all the elective courses. In the second grade, he would just be a Granger, but what about this time?

Who knows what Marvolo will come up with, if it is Voldemort from another parallel universe, it will be even worse.

"Where is your magic wand?" Nietzsche asked when he saw that his hands were empty.

"You can buy it today. Dumbledore said he would ask Ollivander to customize a wand..." Marvolo said goodbye to several people and headed to the third floor.

"He's handsome and elegant. Finally he's not a reckless man anymore." Parvati looked at him leaving and became infatuated.

"You only saw his disguised appearance. Maybe people still think less of you~" Hermione made a shooing gesture, "Okay, okay, you might as well let Trelawney predict your future."

"Hey, you already have one, of course you won't understand us." Parvati snorted, holding Lavender's hand and walking towards the divination classroom.

Nietzsche and Hermione came to the second floor and walked into the ancient runes classroom. They found that Professor Quirrell had been waiting for a long time. He was standing on the podium in a blue and purple robe and was carving several runes on the blackboard with his wand. Fu Jiwen.

The whole class walked into the classroom and looked at him curiously. Because Professor Bathsheda Bablin used to focus on theory, so they didn't know that this kind of class could also be practiced... Strictly speaking, In fact, most wizards are unable to practice it.

Including the previous professor, Professor Bablin understood the runes, but did not think that willpower was enough to use it.

"I believe we can skip the introduction, but I need to explain that Professor Bablin and I take turns teaching...the former is responsible for translation, and I will teach how to use runes." Professor Quirrell said.

"The destination for every wizard is not black magic, but compared to that shortcut, not many people understand ancient magic."

This was not the first time Professor Quirrell taught. This time his opening remarks were simpler and easier to understand. In just a few sentences, he summarized the characteristics of black magic as a magic shortcut, and at the same time connected ancient magic with runes.

He is an expert in the study of magic, and his experience in the Muggle world has given him a systematic research method.

"What is this rune?" Quirrell pointed his wand at the blackboard and asked the student.

After a while of turning books, one of the Ravenclaws stumbled and said: "Well... being restrained... the potential power."

Quirrell nodded in agreement, then snapped his fingers, causing the desk in front of him to float. Any first-year student who had attended the class would know that this was a levitating spell. Following the guidance of the wand, golden runes fell on on the desktop.

However, this was not the end. The next second, the table slowly fell to the ground, and the legs of the table began to bend under the pressure of magic power.

"You try to lift it up now...use any magic spell, if you know the space spell, you can do it." Quirrell said.

They used all the magic they had learned all their lives, such as the repelling spell, the all-dispersing spell, and other magic. Some students accidentally used magic to cut off a table leg, but they could not make the twisted wood seem to be broken at any time. The table moves not a hair.

It just had three legs hanging, standing there strangely.

In this way, the curiosity of the students was easily aroused, and they all opened their eyes, wanting to hear something other than boring translation.

"What kind of new spell is this? No, it's still a levitating spell," Quirrell explained. "The spell is bound by the wizard himself, and its potential power is the opposite side of them. And this is also my own magic - --Gravity Magic."

Nietzsche became serious. He would also let the 'levitation' effect change the process according to his will, but he wanted to hear the deeper meaning.

This desk is not just endowed with the effect of a spell. It is weightless and rotates around the classroom irregularly. Then it is as if it is glued to the ground and remains motionless.

This is not just a change in the process of "floating". Quirrell has strengthened the effect of the spell. All the rules involved, even the counter-spell, can be presented.

"Any powerful wizard has his own magic. This is not as simple as reciting scriptures." Quirrell looked at Nietzsche, as if reminding him.

This is no different from what Professor Baburin said. The same symbol has different meanings for wizards. Therefore, even if some students present master this rune, the effect of its use will be completely different.

Nietzsche realized that Professor Quirrell used the rune to control the levitation spell as a means of control, which is somewhat similar to his idea.