Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

If you eat too much instant noodles, you will always find that there is no ingredient package after opening it; if you shop online too much, you will always encounter the dilemma of going out to pick up express delivery and forget to take the key; if you fall in love too much, you will always meet a bad guy or a bad girl. …

What is going to come will come.

On Wednesday morning, the first-year Gryffindor wizards had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson in their lives.

This is the course that all the little wizards are most looking forward to. Even Ron, who habitually wants to "faint" when he sees a book, actually previewed the textbook in advance.

"Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense"

On the way to class, Ron kept chattering about his plan to his roommates.

Maybe it's due to inertia, or maybe it's just a natural incompatibility. Ever since they met Malfoy and the others on the train, the relationship between the Harrow duo and each other has been avalanche. They hate each other - no one hates them the most. Only more annoying.

Bourne did not join in the quarrel among the children. He was thinking about his own business as he walked.

In order to take this Defense Against the Dark Arts course, he had made some preparations, and even carried the red iron tool box - he was afraid that when "school violence" really happened, he would not have the tools at hand.

However, when the little wizards walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with great interest, they almost thought they had gone to the wrong place.

Obviously the classroom was on the third floor of the castle, and it was a sunny morning. The classroom that should have been bright and bright turned out to be as dark as a basement.

Not only were the curtains drawn, but there were actually wooden boards nailed to the windows, and large pieces of wall covering were peeling off the surrounding walls.

The tables and chairs used by the little wizard were all in tatters, and it was doubtful whether they would fall apart immediately after sitting on them.

In such a large classroom, only a few candles were lit for lighting. It is hard not to wonder whether Professor Quirrell, who decorated the classroom, opened an optical shop as a side job to support his family.

Even more unbearable is the smell in the classroom. The strong smell of garlic hit the little wizard's young nose like a fist, and it was also very spicy to the eyes.

Having found their seats, in addition to students like Bourne who came to class with a clear purpose, and Miss Know-It-All, who has already become famous in Gryffindor (and even the entire first grade) in two days - she is immersed in previewing Even if they had already previewed the textbook - most of the other little wizards covered their noses with their hands and started chattering in low voices.

Ron rubbed his index finger on the table, then extended his dirty finger to Harry for a look.

"My confidence in this class is a little low," he said. "Both George and Fred said that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts has never been very good, and they actually told the truth this time."

"Maybe there's a chance," Harry could only comfort him. However, while he was talking, his hand touching the bottom of the chair seemed to come across something sticky. This caused him to waste a brand new piece of parchment.

Neville, who was sitting next to them, kept his head down, rummaging around in his small school bag. In the end, this honest kid could only admit with a sad face: "I seem to have left my textbook in the dormitory."

Seamus Finnegan advised him to be more open-minded. Anyway, given the current state of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Professor Quirrell's skills are probably not very good either. It doesn't matter whether there are books or not in class.

"Look, I didn't bring any books with me." Seamus showed Neville the contents of his schoolbag. They were still filled with the textbooks used in Monday's class. He had been too lazy to change them for the past few days.

"But the next class is Potions, and you don't seem to have brought any Potions textbooks." Neville reminded Seamus in a low voice: "Professor Snape is the Head of Slytherin. I heard from the seniors, He will always find various reasons to deduct points from other colleges. Be careful..."

If the little lions' chats were somewhat related to this course, then the little badgers who were in class with them mostly focused on discussing Professor Quirrell, the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Their topic was sparked by a young wizard named Zacharius Smith, who was a descendant of a pure-blood family.

Although there is no Smith family in the list of the "Holy Twenty-Eight", after being assigned to Hufflepuff, he claimed that his family has a blood connection with the founder of the college - the Hufflepuff version of Malfoy belongs to yes.

However, the little badger was still innocent, so many freshmen truly believed what Zacharis said.

"I'm telling you," because he was so enthusiastic about it, Zacharias actually sat down on the desk, put his feet on the chair, and said condescendingly to Justin and MacMillan: "Everyone at Hogwarts A professor receives a special allocation from the school board before the start of each school year to purchase teaching aids and improve teaching facilities. This year will be no exception.

The classroom we are using now is so crude. In all likelihood, Professor Quirrell must have used the funds to do other things. "

Justin showed his talent for admiration and continued: "This is Hogwarts, the best magic school in the UK and even the world. How dare he do this?"

Zacharias was very satisfied with the little brother's foreshadowing. He showed an expression of wisdom and excitedly expressed his inference.

"There is only one truth! That Professor Quirrell was able to become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts must be because there is someone behind him!"

Bang...

The reason for the dubbing was not because the wise kid spoke loudly, but simply because something actually hit the floor.

Hearing the words "There is someone behind him" seemed to trigger a stress response. Professor Quirrell, who was walking out of the corridor connecting his office and the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with something in his arms, was suddenly startled and immediately reached for it. Get the wand on your belt.

The teaching aid he held in his hand, a round goldfish bowl, naturally fell to the ground and smashed to pieces. Many round "rotten wood" pieces contained in the fish tank all rolled towards the classroom and near the little wizards.

"What is this?"

Hannah Abbott, who was wearing two pigtails, looked down curiously and couldn't help but stretched out her wand to poke at the piece of "rotten wood" that stopped after hitting her shoes.

This is true for Hufflepuff's little badger, not to mention the curious Gryffindor little lion. They don't even use wands but directly reach out to grab it.

However, none of these freshmen seemed to have considered what classroom they were in or what class they were about to take——

Hannah poked the piece of "rotten wood" with her wand, and it was like turning on a switch, and it immediately took off its disguise.

It stretched out its camouflaged claws with fins on them; one end of the "rotten wood" was twisted, which is its head. If you look closely, you can see a triangular crack-shaped mouth, which is full of sharp edges. the teeth of.

"Don't, don't, don't move..." Quirrell wanted to say something, but the long time of pretending had some impact on him, and now he still stutters even if he wants to speak normally.

So he reminded him a step too late.

The nimble little wizards woke up almost all the dormant "rotten wood" - that is, the swamp digs.