Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"But in the real world, you're going to have a lot more problems than just a few pimples on your face."

Quirrell pointed seriously at the biological specimens hanging on the walls on both sides of the classroom.

"Red Hats look like stunted children, but they actually have amazing strength in their hands. If you accidentally get approached by them, they will only use magic to put some pimples on their faces. What I can tell you is that they are called Red Hats because they like to dye their hats red with the blood of their victims."

Hearing this, Harry nodded.

Harry had also encountered red hats during his adventures. These guys who looked like crazy dwarves were really difficult to deal with.

But their brains were not working very well. After Gail released a storm of daggers at the door, they continued to rush into the house.

The result of this was that Harry never drank the health drinks made by Aunt Petunia.

Because every time Aunt Petunia makes a health drink, she always puts several tomatoes in it.

As Harry looked at the specimen of the red hat and recalled the glorious past.

Quirrell pointed to another specimen.

The specimen looked like a bald, scaly monkey with thick arms and webbed hands.

"Kaba, a creature found in ponds all over Asia. See those arms? If you accidentally enter their pond, they can easily break your neck with just one hand."

A sound of swallowing saliva was heard in the classroom.

Quirrell pointed his wand at the 'poison curse' on the blackboard.

"Facing stronger enemies, wizards naturally need more powerful spells, and black magic at the poison level can perfectly meet this need."

"Whether you use a magic trick to make an invisibility cloak to escape, or use the knee-reversing spell to make the opponent lose the ability to move, you can avoid the harassment of these dark magic creatures."

"In fact, if you happen to be good at the Eye Stinging Spell, then you can escape unscathed even from a giant dragon."

"But don't forget that there is no way to solve the black magic at the poison level. It can only be removed by transferring the spell to other creatures."

At this point, Quirrell's face once again showed that familiar smile that Harry felt.

"Now that you are able to skillfully cast the Poison Curse, you can deal with most threats in the wizarding world, except for one..."

Quirrell put away his smile and looked around the classroom with a serious look.

No one except Harry and Draco dared to meet Quirrell's gaze.

"Dark wizards are the most evil and dangerous enemies you will encounter in the wizarding world. They know all the spells you know, and even spells you don't know, those terrifying dark magics. What should you do at this time?"

Quirrell's eyes scanned the classroom like a hawk.

"Learning curses?"

Under Quirrell's gaze, someone in the classroom murmured quietly.

"Learning curses?"

Hearing this answer, that smile appeared on Quirrell's face again.

"If you think so, then what awaits you is Azkaban. Remember the first thing we learned in class? Never learn the dark arts! Curses are the purest, most vicious, and most deadly dark arts, and the effects of these curses can never be removed or resisted..."

When Quirrell said this, his eyes returned to Harry again.

This kind of look made Harry feel a little uncomfortable.

Quirrell's eyes were like those of a naughty kid in science class, holding a knife and preparing to dissect a frog.

Deep in the curious eyes, there is a hint of madness.

"Of course, there is a living miracle in our classroom right now, the only person in the world who has resisted the Unforgivable Curses... Harry! Potter!"

"If I were you, I would have a good relationship with Mr. Potter, after all..."

Quirrell winked at the students below the podium.

"Well, now that you are familiar with the grading standards of the Dark Arts, let's start practicing some simple and practical little spells."

Quirrell waved his wand, and a box that looked very familiar to Harry flew from the corner of the wall into the air above the classroom.

As the lid of the box opened, the dolls that Harry had to put back together every night during this period flew out of the box.

"What you are going to learn today is the barrier spell. I will let these puppets attack you. Only by casting the barrier spell correctly can you stop their attack."

A happy smile slowly crept up the corners of Quirrell's mouth.

"Be careful, these guys hit you hard."

Just as many students were looking at the dolls with fear on their faces.

Quirrell tapped the blackboard with his wand again, and a line of words appeared in the upper left corner of the blackboard: "Quirrow Points"

"Our class is called Defense Against the Dark Arts, so it has both a dark arts component and a defense component."

Quirrell waved his wand again, and a bunch of necklaces flew out of the box containing the dolls and floated into Quirrell's hands.

"I will complete the Dark Arts portion in class, and the Defense portion will be completed by you in your spare time. Don't give me that look, I won't ask you to write a paper."

Amid the cheers of the students, Quirrell raised the pile of necklaces in his hand.

"And in exchange, I want you to play a game called 'Who is the Dark Wizard' every week."

"The rules are very simple. After you put on the necklace, I will randomly select one person from each academy to become a 'dark wizard' every week. As for the ordinary wizards who have not become dark wizards, you need to find the dark wizard among you."

Quirrell had that familiar smile on his face again.

"But the point of this game is that if a dark wizard casts a small spell called 'Evil Within!' on another wizard, the necklace of that ordinary wizard will change, and he will become a dark wizard."

"All dark wizards will not return to the camp of ordinary wizards. At the same time, every time you find a dark wizard and convert an ordinary wizard, you will get one Quirrell point."

"And the function of Quirrell points is that at the end of the school year, the student with the highest Quirrell points in each grade can have me fulfill one of his wishes."

"As long as you don't send me to Azkaban, you can have a Nimbus 2000 if you want one."

"So, work hard...classmates...and find a way to get more Quirrell points."

040 Quirrell is a good professor

Although there are many suspicious points about Quirrell, and every time he looks at Harry.

There is always an inappropriate curiosity in his eyes.

But even Ron had to admit one thing.

Quirrell's level of Defense Against the Dark Arts is very high.

This high level of skill was not only reflected in his ability to skillfully cast counter-spells in the classroom and undo the spells that the young wizards had cast incorrectly in a panic.

Even some spells were cast behind him, and he seemed to have eyes behind him. He would wave his wand to break the spell without even turning his head.

He was also able to teach students in accordance with their aptitude, after discovering that Ron was able to skillfully cast the barrier spell.

Immediately began to upgrade the spells taught to Ron.

From the Obstacle Spell to the Stunning Spell, it was not until he discovered that Ron was not very good at casting the Crushing Spell that he began to let Ron practice the Crushing Spell repeatedly.

This approach of skipping the progress also allowed Ron to score 15 points in class for the first time.

This made Ron's nose turn red with excitement.

Unlike Ron's excitement, Hermione was very low-key in this class.

When almost everyone successfully cast an obstacle spell, Hermione finally succeeded in casting an obstacle spell.

For this, he was even hit hard by the puppet several times.

Harry didn't know why Hermione did this, deliberately pretending to be a bad wizard.

After all, Hermione had already exposed her abilities in that little accident before school started.

It was in this class that Harry finally understood why he had to put so many puppets back together every night.

And each of these dolls looks scarred.

Just by using the obstacles, he was able to make these crazy puppets crash into the invisible barrier and cause wood chips to fly everywhere.

Harry couldn't imagine what it would be like in the senior Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

After finishing the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the day.

Before leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry, like all the other students, received the necklace from Quirrell.

And Quirrell told him to pay attention to the changes in the necklace after lunch today.

When the locket on the necklace is opened, the result of this distribution will appear.

After walking out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, some students were still excitedly discussing how accurate the spell they had just cast was.

After you start fantasizing and get enough Quirrell points, you will make a wish to Quirrell.

One of them was Ron, who scored 15 points in a class and the redness on his nose had not faded yet.

Some students remained silent.

People like Harry, Draco and Hermione remained silent while Ron chattered on.

In class, Harry used Divine Sense again.

As before, Harry could not sense Quirrell's presence.

It was as if Quirrell was not a person, but a phantom.

But at least in Harry's arcane knowledge, no phantom could exist independently for a long time away from its main body.

He is also able to perform magic skillfully.

Through divine perception, he discovered that Quirrell was an unforgivable evildoer.

This situation of not being able to feel anything made Harry feel that there must be something wrong here.

Although I feel that there must be something wrong with Professor Quirrell.

But this does not affect Harry's view that Quirrell may be the second most competent teacher in the entire Hogwarts.

It's not that Harry thinks professors like McGonagall and Flitwick are incompetent.

It’s just that they are a little too soft... they can’t put enough pressure on the students at all.

When Harry was training to be a paladin, if he didn't do something well, it wasn't just a matter of deducting points.

The knight commander who trained them would swing a stick as thick as his arm to make them remember exactly where they went wrong.