Voldemort, Is This How You Teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?

Once wasn't enough—they had to do it a second time?

Wouldn't that mean dying of embarrassment twice? The three Little Wizards looked at one another. They all felt that Andy was setting them up, but they had no proof.

Andy sighed and shook his head. These Little Wizards of this year just weren't good enough! This was all hard-earned experience. If you didn't take the initiative to speak, were you going to wait for the girl to take the initiative instead?

Besides, if you didn't make a move, someone else would be more proactive than you.

Ignoring them, Andy hurriedly took a bite of dinner. With a little over an hour left before lights-out at eight, he grabbed Hermione and rushed to the library.

He had finished reading Modern Spell Principles, so Andy returned it.

For magical books that explained the principles of spells, all he needed was to understand the key points. Andy wasn't Hermione—there was no way he could memorize an entire book.

Mostly because he didn't have that kind of memory.

After browsing for a while, Andy ultimately chose another book explaining spell principles, intending to further his knowledge of spells.

The library closed at eight in the evening, which also marked the start of Hogwarts' curfew.

Andy and Hermione left the library five minutes early and made their way back to the Ravenclaw Dormitory.

"Good night!"

"Good night!"

After returning to the dormitory, Andy took a hot shower. Wearing pajamas, he sat at his desk, but his thoughts had already drifted to the library's Restricted Section.

Sneaking around at night was a Hogwarts tradition. Many people said that a Hogwarts life without nighttime adventures was incomplete.

Andy remembered that in the film Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Harry had simply thrown on an Invisibility Cloak and entered the library's Restricted Section—despite looking heavily guarded, it seemed to have no real defenses at all.

Still, even so, Andy didn't dare let his guard down.

After all, the one who had entered the Restricted Section in the film was Harry Potter. He was obviously different in Dumbledore's eyes.

It was like how the one who stole the Scroll of Sealing in Naruto was Naruto.

Try replacing him with someone else? I still need to make thorough preparations. At the very least, I need to learn the Disillusionment Charm first, Andy thought to himself.

Looking at the parchment on his desk, Andy had no desire whatsoever to do homework.

"Anthony, have you finished your Potions Class homework?" Andy asked.

"I have. Do you need it?"

Anthony was sitting on his bed, pondering something. Hearing that, he asked in surprise, "Didn't you already brew the potion in class?"

"Precisely because I brewed it, I don't want to waste time doing homework."

Andy said, "Don't worry, I won't copy it word for word. I have experience with this sort of thing."

Anthony searched through his bedside table and handed his completed essay to Andy. "Andy, I've been thinking about what I should say when talking to a girl for the first time. When you first met Hermione, what did you say as your opening line?"

Andy: "..."

So that was what you'd been thinking about all evening? Anthony had opened the topic, and Terry and Michael immediately perked up as well. "Yeah, Andy, tell us! This concerns the lifelong happiness of us brothers!"

"You need to adapt to the situation. How can there be some fixed formula for this?"

Andy pondered for a moment. "Let me think... For example, you could ask the girl you like to lend you her homework. Then, as thanks, buy her some snacks or something."

"After going back and forth a few times, you'll naturally become more familiar with each other."

Anthony said awkwardly, "But I've already finished my homework."

Terry was troubled too. "I've finished mine as well. Even if I can lie, what if she refuses to lend it to me?"

Michael looked even more miserable. "And I have to buy her snacks? I don't have much pocket money to begin with."

Andy: "..."

The three of you should just stay single for life! "I've already told you how to strike up a conversation for the first time. You can find an opportunity to try it."

Too lazy to deal with the three brats, Andy quickly finished his Potions Class homework, put away his essay, then lay down on his bed and closed his eyes to sleep.

The next morning, he had a Defense Against the Dark Arts Class and a Charms Class, followed by a Transfiguration Class in the afternoon. They were all classes Andy was looking forward to. He had no time to serve as some relationship mentor for a bunch of little brats.

The next morning, Andy got up at eight as usual. After washing up, he woke his three roommates and headed to the Great Hall on the first floor for breakfast.

To be honest, Andy was still looking forward to the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts Class.

The film hadn't explained in detail how Professor Quirrell taught his lessons. Andy only knew that Quirrell was the film's final villain, and that Voldemort had taken over his head.

And at the Halloween feast, he seemed to have fainted from fright at the sight of a troll.

Huh? Something seemed a little off.

At eight fifty-five, Andy arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, eagerly awaiting his first Defense Against the Dark Arts Class taught by Voldemort.

The moment he walked into the classroom, Andy couldn't help frowning.

What was that smell?

The classroom windows were all covered by curtains, and only a few torches provided light.

The dark classroom was filled with a thick garlic smell, and the air was damp. Simply stepping into the room made Andy feel nauseated.

The little snakes taking the class with Ravenclaw were even more annoyed.

Malfoy even shouted on the spot, "How could Dumbledore hire someone like this as a professor? I'm going to tell my father to kick him out of Hogwarts."

Andy glanced at Malfoy and silently mourned for him.

According to the script, Voldemort would revive sooner or later. Hopefully, once he did, he wouldn't hold today's behavior against Malfoy.

Hermione sat beside Andy with a slight frown. For once, she didn't speak up for Professor Quirrell.

It seemed she didn't have much of a favorable impression of this professor either.

"I-I'm terribly sorry..."

Quirrell walked into the classroom, looking timid and fearful. He stammered, "I was injured by a vampire... I can't be exposed to light right now... I treated the wound, but the smell... the smell may be somewhat hard to bear... I hope everyone can forgive me."

So, their Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor had been injured by a dark creature? It was much the same as a Flying Class professor who couldn't handle flying accidents! Were these two Hogwarts' hidden talents? At the mention of vampires, the Little Wizards immediately became animated.

One Little Wizard immediately asked, "Professor, where did you encounter the vampire? Did you defeat it?"

"I-I encountered it in Romania... The vampire, I drove it away."

Another Little Wizard questioned, "Professor, weren't you bitten by the vampire?"

"N-no... not bitten..."

Quirrell seemed eager to prove his ability. Pointing at his turban, he said, "Last year... I helped an African Chieftain drive away a Reanimated Zombie. This... this turban was a gift from that chieftain."

Andy had already despaired of this class.

Voldemort, is this how you taught Defense Against the Dark Arts?