Quirrell's Dilemma

At 11:30 a. m., the golden plates on the table were piled high with food, and the goblets were filled with drinks. Harry and the others took some of the food they could reach and began to eat.

Seamus, standing to the side, was still complaining about everything that had happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts that morning.

"Professor Quirrell is so unreliable. He takes almost a minute to say a short sentence, and he always wears a headscarf that smells like garlic. Ugh, I still feel nauseous thinking about it," Seamus said, waving a fork with sausage stuck in it.

"Professor Quirrell?"

"I met him in Diagon Alley. Hagrid said he used to be extremely intelligent and well-educated, but he went traveling for a year to gain some firsthand practical experience..."

"It's said that he encountered vampires in the Black Forest, and an old witch caused him a lot of trouble. Since then, he's become a completely different person, afraid of students and the subjects he teaches," Harry said impartially.

"Is what he said true? That garlic smell was to ward off any vampires that might appear?" Seamus asked in surprise.

"And his story about helping the Africa prince exorcise the Inferi wasn't just bragging either?" Lavender Brown, who had been eavesdropping on the other end, also turned around.

"Professor Quirrell was a very talented guy. He was our senior in Ravenclaw. He stayed at Hogwarts as a professor of Muggle Studies after graduation. He was a very good professor when he was teaching, but unfortunately—it should get better later."

"Oh, right, excuse me for interrupting, I'm Roger Davies, Third Year student, and the Chaser of Ravenclaw."

"The Quidditch player selection process will take place next week. You must be Harry. Your father, James Potter, was Seeker for Gryffindor and even won the Quidditch Cup. Harry, although you're still a first-year student, you can try it out or learn more about it first," said a handsome, dark-haired young man, looking at Harry with an anxious gaze.

"Okay." Harry was caught off guard by the sudden news and could only nod in agreement.

"I've had enough! The A History of Magic in the morning and the Defense Against the Dark Arts in the afternoon are both unreliable. Are we supposed to study on our own?" Padma Patil, who was also assigned to Ravenclaw, complained to her twin sister Parvati Patil at the next table.

Speaking of which, Ravenclaw has an unusually small number of new students this year. In the original timeline, Ryan shouldn't have gone to Hogwarts. That is to say, apart from Harry, Ron, Neville, Hermione, and Ryan, the others are all students who should have been in the original timeline.

Among these students, aside from the characters who appeared in Harry's eyes in the original timeline, there are Anthony Goldstein, Lisa Turpin, Michael Corner, Padma Patil, and Terry Boot, roughly six people.

The remaining characters, who do not deserve to be named, are Kevin Entwistle, Mandy Brogher, Morag McDougal, Stephen Kornford, and Sue Lee, a total of 5 people.

In total, there are only 16 new students in Ravenclaw.

Ryan unconsciously started playing the game and began to analyze the characters who had some screen time.

Michael Conner, originally Black, was mentioned directly by Hermione as the "black guy" she was referring to. In the movie, a handsome young man with long hair and fair skin was cast as him. He was a member of DA and had dated both Ginny and Cho Chang.

Anthony Goldstein, a Ravenclaw Prefect in the fifth year, is Jewish and a member of the DA.

Padma Patil, also a Ravenclaw Prefect, is of India descent and is considered a beauty by Harry.

Terry Boot, a member of the DA.

These characters all participated in the Battle of Hogwarts during Harry's seventh year.

Before they knew it, the meal was over. Ryan followed Harry and the others back to the common room and, out of boredom, picked up a book he had randomly chosen—"Basic Spells for the Busy and Irritable".

There are two more classes in the afternoon: Defense Against the Dark Arts and Herbology.

Perhaps to observe the state of plants at different times, today's Herbology is from 15:30 to 17:30, while the Defense Against the Dark Arts starts earlier, from 13:00 to 15:00.

Ryan felt a little disappointed. Herbology was more like a physical education class in Ryan previous life. It was very interesting. There were three Herbology a week. After today's class, there was only the class on Thursday morning left.

Ryan also had concerns: if Neville continued to take Herbology with Slytherin, would he still enjoy Herbology as much as he did in the original story, and eventually even become the Herbology professor?

Moreover, Neville and Hannah probably met during Gryffindor's Herbology, which was also the same class they took with Hufflepuff. Neville consistently performed exceptionally well in Herbology.

But now, he's taking Flying Class and Potions Class— the kinds of lessons Neville embarrasses himself in and isn't good at—with Hufflepuff.

So, will they get married later? Neville won't be single anymore, right?

After a short rest, it quickly came to 12:30, and the first-year Ravenclaw students began heading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor.

"Everyone—hello, I am your—professor— Quirinus Quirrell, and I'm here to teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts, but—I think Mr. Potter —no longer needs to learn this—subject, haha."

Defense Against the Dark Arts unsurprisingly became a joke. As Seamus said, Quirrell stumbled through the lessons, reeked of garlic, and laughed hysterically from time to time.

This class was a disaster. Bored, Ryan picked up his textbook—"Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" by Quentin Trimb.

Hermione insisted on sitting in the front row, was already rolling her eyes from the stench, but she still kept taking notes; Harry's face was scrunched up, and he tried his best to stop himself from covering his nose; Ron, on the other hand, unceremoniously stuffed his nose with parchment, while Quirrell pretended not to see it.

Ryan suspected that Quirrell might be trying to kill Harry by suffocating him with his smell.

Fortunately, Ryan had already undergone level 5 Body Modification, no longer needed to breathe; otherwise, Ryan would have had to attack and destroy Quirrell.

"Oh right, I almost forgot something. Quirrell made me look bad in front of Kate by making me think that zombies were from Africa."

"It's all because of this Quirrell's lame story about how he gave me his scarf to help Africa prince drive away zombies. How could I forget that?" Ryan rolled his eyes, thinking of a brilliant plan.

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Quirrell is an arrogant Ravenclaw who once thought he could subdue the weakened Dark Lord on his own. After investigating, he went to the Black Forest of Albania alone, only to be defeated and subdued, becoming the Dark Lord's slave.

After becoming a slave, he tried various ways to hint at Dumbledore, using poor acting skills, reeking of garlic, and making numerous mistakes.

But to his despair, Dumbledore pretended not to see it. How could Dumbledore not be able to detect the putrid smell that emanated from him after he was possessed? Was it just because of the smell of garlic?

Quirrell was even more disappointed after his close encounter with Harry Potter in Diagon Alley. He had thought that Harry Potter would suddenly possess some strange power and wipe out Voldemort in one fell swoop, or at least drive him away.

After that, he had no choice but to obey Voldemort's orders even more, and even risked going to Gringotts. If it weren't for the Dark Lord's help, he would not have been able to escape at all.

In this adventure, the profound knowledge Voldemort displayed through his body gradually captivated Quirrell, who even thought, "Let's just keep going like this, and when the Dark Lord is resurrected, I'll be second only to him."