Harry Potter Fantastic Beasts Illustrated Book

Chapter 44 The Garlic Professor Quirrell
After taking a class in herbalism, David discovered that he was also quite gifted in this area.

Raising magic plants is similar to raising magical animals, as long as you remember their characteristics and needs, you can prescribe the medicine according to the symptoms.

But Hermione didn't seem to be used to it yet. She was a little afraid of moving plants, so she only performed well during the questioning stage and got extra points.

So as soon as the herbal medicine class was over, she dragged David to the library to start studying. She wanted to get more points in the following courses, adding back the points she didn't get in the herbal medicine class!
As for why bring David?That, of course, is for him to be a teacher.

The defense against the dark arts class on the second day was the subject everyone was looking forward to the most. After the spell class, everyone was discussing what kind of novel and interesting spells Mr. Quirrell would teach them all night.

So the next day everyone arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom very early, looking forward to the arrival of Professor Quirrell.

When the time was approaching for class, a smell of garlic wafted in, and then Professor Quirrell appeared at the door. He was wrapped in a thick scarf, which was out of tune with the still hot weather.

When he got close to everyone, everyone found that the garlic smell on his scarf was more intense, and a little bit of smell made people feel sick.

"Oh, professor, can't you put your scarf outside or change it? It smells really bad." Ron said disgustedly, covering his nose.

"No, no." Professor Quirrell took two steps back in panic, stuck to the wall, and tightened the towel on his head with his hands. He seemed relieved, "This can't be taken off."

"Why, Professor?"

"I met a vampire in Romania earlier, and the garlic was used to drive him away, otherwise he would come back and take me away." Professor Quirrell said intermittently: "As for the scarf, the scarf was given to me by an African prince. My, I helped him drive away the zombies, this is a testimony of our friendship, and the scarf can protect me."

After Professor Quirrell finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly wiped the sweat from his brow.

"A zombie? Cool! Professor." Seamus said eagerly, "Can you tell us something about a zombie? What does it look like? How did you defeat it?"

"The resurrected zombie, how...how did you defeat it?" Professor Quirrell murmured to himself in panic, then turned his head and looked out the window: "Today's weather, the weather is really good, very good, it's been a long time I have never seen such a bright sun."

After Professor Quirrell finished speaking, he hurriedly opened the textbook, "Can everyone please open the textbook? We are about to start class."

"Professor!" Seamus obviously didn't give up.

"May I tell you later?" Professor Quirrell pulled out an ugly smile, "Now let's start class."

Then Professor Quirrell read the textbook exactly as it was written, and spoke very fast, without giving anyone a chance to interrupt him.

Hermione frowned after listening for a while. She knew what Professor Quirrell said, and she didn't come to class to learn how to read the words in the book.

She raised her hand vigorously, but Professor Quirrell ignored him at all, and he was completely immersed in the reading process of the textbook.

Hermione had no choice but to put her hand down. She poked David, who was concentrating on reading, "David, how could Professor Quirrell do this!"

David shrugged, "Maybe this is his style of teaching, maybe after reading the textbook, he will teach us something."

He also felt that Professor Quirrell was very strange. He seemed to be particularly afraid of the scarf on his head falling off?

"Are there really resurrected zombies?" Hermione asked again after a while.

"I don't know, it's just that I didn't see it in my grandfather's notes, maybe he didn't meet it." David said: "In the next vacation, maybe I can ask my grandfather to take me to see it."

In the later time, Professor Quirrell did not teach them the real thing after reading the textbook as David said, he went back and read the textbook again.

This made Hermione very angry. She kept telling David that she was going to tell Professor Dumbledore that she would report Professor Quirrell for not teaching seriously, and let him correct this practice.

As soon as get out of class was over, Hermione stuffed her book into her bag, and then rushed out of the classroom ahead of Professor Quirrell. Professor Quirrell was also taken aback, and he hurriedly backed away holding his scarf He took two steps, avoiding Hermione.

But in the afternoon class, she seemed to have forgotten these things again, and became happy, raising her hand frequently to score points in Herbology and History of Magic classes.

"Hermione, are you going to the library?" David said after History of Magic class.

Hermione gave two quick nods.

"Then I won't go."

Hermione turned to stare at David.

"I've had three classes today. I'm too tired. I need to go back and have a rest." David yawned after finishing speaking.

"Okay." Hermione walked towards the library like the wind with her backpack on her back.

David didn't lie to her either. He really wanted to go back to the dormitory to rest. He went to the auditorium and ate something casually, and then fell on the bed in the dormitory.

But Harry and the others seemed to be more excited after the first day of class, and they kept chatting there, so David fell asleep very late.

In the middle of the night, the dormitory was filled with the intermittent snoring of Neville and Ron, accompanied by Harry's sleepwalking, and the whole dormitory seemed extremely lively.

David quietly lifted the quilt, and then he turned the illustrated book to the page of the invisible beast, and pointed at himself with his wand. He felt a coolness instantly enveloped his whole body, as if taking a cold shower.

The night tour is about to begin!

David stepped lightly and walked out. When he passed Harry's bed, he suddenly sat up, which startled David. He even forgot that he was invisible, and he stopped immediately.

"No, no." Harry said a few words in panic, and quickly lay down again.

David stepped forward and saw that Harry's head was covered with sweat and he was still writhing. It must be a nightmare.

"Don't be afraid, Harry, it's okay." David squatted beside him and softly comforted him.

After a while, Harry gradually calmed down.

David breathed a sigh of relief, walked slowly outside the dormitory, pushed away the portrait of the fat lady, and crawled out of the doorway.

Then he saw a fleeting figure at the corner in front of the corridor.

Is anyone else coming out?

David thought suspiciously, he hurried over, and the figure quickly turned into the next corner, and David could see a little more clearly, it was a tall, thin man with abundant hair.

When David rushed over again, the man had disappeared.

Who is it?

David mused, leaning on the spot where the man disappeared.

that figure and walking style . and flowing hair
Looks a bit like Professor Snape?
A comparison between Professor Snape's figure and the afterimage emerged in David's mind.

It can't be said that they are very similar, but they are exactly the same. Especially the windy walking posture, it is almost carved out of the same mold as Professor Snape!

But what was Professor Snape doing here?

And when he left, he looked... as if in a hurry?
David felt that he had forgotten something very important, but he just couldn't remember it, and it was such an uncomfortable feeling.

David thought of the Pensieve, the one in the headmaster's office, which would help him perfectly recall forgotten things.

But to use the Pensieve, you have to go through Dumbledore, so how to explain the memory in his mind?
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