On Thursday, Quirinus Quirrell woke up early in the morning.
After a simple wash, he couldn't help but repeatedly check his appearance.
The young man in the mirror was wearing a proper but old-fashioned dark purple robe. Although he was not short, he was not short.
Although he was not tall, his back was always unconsciously hunched.
Moreover, the young man always had a fawning smile on his face, making it obvious at a glance.
This was a timid person. No wonder his students thought he was a Hufflepuff.
In fact, he was a Ravenclaw.
Look: the timid Quirrell, the cowardly Quirrell, the Quirrell who couldn't even speak clearly.
The Quirrell that Naughty Ghost liked to bully the most! The students would like Professor Kamia who didn't care about trifles.
They would worship the strict and loving Professor Mcgonagall and fear the harsh and cold Professor Snape.
However, they would only look down on the useless Professor Quirrell.
"Pull yourself together, Quirinus!" Quirrell grabbed a towel and wiped his face hard, wanting to make an encouraging expression at himself in the mirror.
However, his nose, eyes, and mouth didn't cooperate.
In the end, he only revealed a smile comparable to crying.
Quirrell tried hard for a while but still gave up.
He grabbed the lesson plan that he had prepared last night and went to find Professor Kamia. He lowered his head dejectedly all the way until he was about to reach the door of Professor Kamia's dormitory. He suddenly raised his head and stopped in his tracks. He remembered that the other party was a lady, and a married lady.
Embarrassed, Quirrell could only stand ten meters away and pretend to flip through the lesson plan, worried that someone would pass by while waiting for Kamia to come out.
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long before the door opened. Quirrell was startled by the sound of the door opening. He turned around in a panic, but found that the person who opened the door was not Kamia. It was a male wizard who looked a little funny. His white hair was piled on his shoulders like cotton candy, and his egg-yellow robe was wrinkled. When he looked over, Quirrell found that he looked a little right.
Quirrell guessed that this person was Xenophilius Lovegood. This guess made the shy young man even more embarrassed. Standing at the door of someone else's wife early in the morning, no matter how he looked at it, this was not a reasonable thing to do.
However, Kamia's voice came from inside the door, "Xie Nuo? Is Professor Quirrell at the door? " The female professor's voice sounded sleepy, as if she had just woken up. Quirrell even heard the sound of washing up.
"I'm here." As Xenophilius answered his wife's question, he smiled at Quirrell before scratching his disheveled hair. "I think you're Professor Quirrell? Would you like to come in and take a seat? " Quirrell stuttered as he prepared to refuse, but was pulled into the room by the male adept. As he pushed him, he said, "Have you eaten breakfast? Why don't you join us? "
As the only married professor on campus, the fireplace in Kamia Lovegood's dormitory was connected to Lovegood's house. That was why Xenophilius was here, even though it was hard for people to realize that Kamia was married.
Quirrell was warmly pulled to the dining table by Xenophilius. Breakfast was already prepared on the table. Quirrell noticed that the breakfast on the table was different from that of Hogwarts. It was milk, soy milk, and fish porridge. There was even a boiled egg that had already been peeled.
Seeing Quirrell staring at the dining table, Xenophilius chuckled and said, "Kamia's appetite hasn't been very good recently." Quirrell immediately realized that this man was a rather friendly and easy to get along with, so he let out a sigh of relief.
Kamia finally finished changing into her robe. Yawning, she walked over and complained, "I hate milk." Her husband hurriedly said, "I also prepared soy milk. No, don't drink fruit juice in the morning, but you can have an apple." Only then did the young wife sit down and slowly use a small spoon to eat the porridge.
Quirrell was dumbfounded as he watched from the side. He and Kamia had joined Hogwarts at about the same time. In his eyes, this female colleague of his had always been particularly casual and somewhat domineering. Who would have thought that in private... well, she was actually quite domineering.
Kamia picked a rosy and plump apple from the fruit platter and pushed it in front of Xenophilius. She then turned her head and asked Quirrell, "Have you eaten?"
Quirrell watched as Mr. Lovegood consciously began to peel the apple for his wife. He was stunned for a moment before replying, "Not yet."
"Then why don't you hurry up and eat? We still have to check the practical training classroom again later." Kamia raised her eyebrows slightly. "You didn't come over so early in the morning just to watch us eat breakfast, right?"
Quirrell shook his head repeatedly and then took a bowl of porridge and milk for himself.
The male adept peeling the apple chuckled, "Haha, Kamia's mood hasn't been very good recently."
After eating breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Lovegood, Quirrell's nervousness about the practical training class had mostly dissipated. The fish porridge he drank filled his stomach to the brim and gave him a sense of calmness for no reason.
Kamia gave her husband a simple hug and then Xenophilius walked into the fireplace — he still had to go back and take care of his daughter.
Quirrell watched from the side and felt that he should say something, so he said, "Mrs. Lovegood, your relationship is really good."
Kamia glanced at him and extended her hand, "Let me take a look at your lesson plan."
"Oh, oh, here it is." Quirrell hurriedly handed the lesson plan over, "But... didn't you prepare it as well?"
"I'll just take a look." Kamia's reading speed was very fast. Without waiting for them to walk out of the castle, Kamia had already finished reading all the lessons that Quirrell had prepared for this month. She then discovered a problem, "Quirrell, are you teaching them how to defend against black magic or how to court death?"
Quirrell hurriedly caught the lesson plan that Kamia threw back and then tucked it under his arm. He lowered his head and did not answer. Kamia raised her eyebrows. Quirrell's lesson plan was filled with content such as "how to make a key smaller and smaller" and "what kind of chemical reaction can be produced between the memory sphere and the developing spell". These were not in the teaching principles of defense against black magic, but more like... well, the daily pranks of the Weisles twins. Quirrell was turning this lesson into a "prank lesson".
Being stared at by Kamia, the pitiful young professor was about to tremble, "Kamia, let's talk about the practical training class first."
Kamia flicked her hat and let him go with a chuckle, "Alright, let's check the classroom first."
They had already walked to the Union Building, where Shazan and the others were waiting in the hall. Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to ask Shazan, "No one broke into 321, right?"
"No! Of course not! "Billy's excitement was very much in line with his actual age." Your defense spell is really powerful! Gosh, if only I was a student of Hogwarts. This is the best amusement park I've ever seen. "
As one of the "Dream Builders", Quirrell took Billy's words as a compliment and even blushed a little. "This is not an amusement park for the little wizards. This is a wonderful maze."
Yes, this was a maze.
As the first batch of students to enter 321 activity room, the entire first year was stunned by the wonderful maze created by magic. They were standing in front of a maze surrounded by tall shrubs and dense vines. Some low growls were coming out from the small gaps.
Billy stood in front of them and waved his hand for a long time to calm the children down. They no longer screamed or rushed into the maze. "Okay! Listen to us first, okay? "The little wizards stared at Billy with shining eyes. "Alright, that's right. What you can see now is the most exciting new classroom that the Dream Builders have created for you!" Alright, this sentence brought about a wave of even more enthusiastic cheers. Logan and Logan stood up and coughed.
Logan was pushed forward by Jason and Baines, and he coughed to calm the situation. Billy shrugged and simply stepped aside. Logan then continued to explain, "Next, Jason will split you into eight teams. Of course, you will not be assigned according to your academy. Each team will receive a map, and then the eight teams will enter the maze through the eight entrances. In the maze, you will encounter enemies, traps, and dangerous animals and plants. Although they are all fake, they will still bring harm to you. So, I hope you can return safely."
The meaning of Logan's words calmed the restless little wizards. Jason helplessly looked at Logan, who was quite proud of himself, and stepped forward to divide the teams. From this class onwards, the four academies would have to have classes together, so the teams had to be re-divided.
Harry and Ron were still put together, but Hermione was separated from them. Neville and another Gryffindor girl, Lavender, were put together, followed by two Ravenclaw, two Slytherin, and five Hufflepuff. Ron counted the number of people. Well, there were exactly thirteen orz.
Harry basically knew everyone, but Ron only knew people from his own academy and two from the opposing academy: Drac Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. So, Harry once again acted as the friendly medium of the four academies and introduced everyone to each other.
The two Ravenclaw girls, named Padma Petit and Teri Bote, only nodded reservedly.
Hufflepuff, who had more people than them, took the initiative to be friendly, but Ron remembered Susan Burns. "Hey, your aunt is also from the Ministry of Magic!" The round-faced girl nodded with a red face.
The team of thirteen gathered together for a short while, and Jason came over to inform them that they had entered the maze. "You are the seventh team."
Drac Malfoy, who had not participated in the conversation, suddenly spoke. "Mr. Todd, who is our team leader?"
The team members were stunned for a moment, and then half of them looked at Drac with dissatisfaction. Ron almost mocked Junior Malfoy, but fortunately, Jason just looked at Drac expressionlessly and said calmly, "You can solve this problem in the maze by yourselves."
Billy, who was waiting at the entrance, didn't pay attention to this little episode. He had a big smile on his face as he pulled up the vines at the entrance and watched the little wizards walk in one by one. He kept cheering them on. Jason observed Billy's expression and easily knew what Billy was thinking. "No, Mr. Shazan, you can't go in with them."
Billy: (; ′? `)
Jason facepalmed. "At least not now. In the next stage, we will start the combat course."
"We are going to fight with wizards?" Billy did not know this.
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