Fourth floor, Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
The moment Quirrell walked in, the three full rows of red masks with gold trim dazzled his eyes.
Faced with such brazen behavior, he calmly walked to the podium.
Without even glancing at the class list, he opened the textbook on his own.
"Today, we'll be discussing zombies. They're a type of living dead found in southern America.
Zombies are characterized by gray skin and a rotting stench..."
Seamus raised his hand from below.
"Professor, what's the difference between zombies and Inferi?"
Quirrell quickly glanced at the textbook. "They're fairly similar magical creatures. Even their weaknesses are basically the same."
Vincent raised his hand expressionlessly.
"Professor, aren't Inferi created with Dark Magic? Can they really be called creatures?"
A flash of sharp light flickered through Quirrell's eyes.
"Is— is that so?"
He looked out the window, stammering, "Their weaknesses are almost identical— ah, I remembered wrong."
That might have fooled children, but Vincent was far harder to deceive.
"Professor, since zombies can think, destroying their brains can kill them.
But Inferi don't have thoughts. What exactly can be used to kill them?"
"This—" Quirrell frantically flipped through the textbook.
"Inferi— what are Inferi afraid of again..."
His muttering quickly drew laughter from the students below.
As the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he actually did not know even this basic piece of knowledge.
Vincent sat down without a change in expression, but his mind was considering the deeper meaning behind this performance.
Even if first-years would not encounter Inferi in class yet, they would learn their weaknesses someday.
If Quirrell did not want to say it, then he could not say it.
He did not want to say it because he needed to appear suspicious; he could not say it because