chsdbacks Chapter 71 Professor, in which of the Five Great Nations is Hogwarts located?
Chapter 71 Professor, in which of the Five Great Nations is Hogwarts located?
Chapter 71 Professor, in which of the Five Great Nations is Hogwarts located? (Third update of 10,000 words per day)
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As soon as Hermione Granger spoke, the young wizards all looked up.
They had all been intimidated by Professor Quirrell's offensive of deducting points.
The professor didn't write down a single word, so everyone became a shorthand quill, and even afterimages appeared.
Now, Hermione Granger's question made them realize how strange things were.
"But the ghosts have already died once, haven't they?" Hermione Granger asked sharply. "How can they be sick? Has this happened before?"
Has it ever happened?
The first-year wizards looked at each other, completely bewildered.
Harry raised his head warily, his eyes filled with distrust as he looked at Professor Quirrell.
What was his purpose in coming here, and why did he claim that a ghost was sick?
"no."
Professor Quirrell waved his sleeve as if he could brush away Hermione Granger's question.
"As for why Professor Binns is sick, you'll have to ask him yourself. I'm just here to inform you of the results."
"But ghosts are not immortal; they can be harmed. In the magical world, nothing is absolutely unchanging."
Professor Quirrell sighed inwardly. This problem was not difficult for him; at least for now, he could handle it.
His gaze swept over the water bottle on the podium, a slight sense of regret creeping into his heart.
"Any other questions? If not, we'll start our break now."
The young wizards sighed in unison, yet couldn't help but feel fortunate.
At least they would soon be able to catch their breath; Professor Quirrell was so imposing that he seemed unapproachable.
Just then, Ron Weasley bravely raised his hand.
"Professor, what do you think of Slack and the rumors surrounding him?"
Although he was somewhat afraid of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he was more eager to lend Harry Potter a hand at this time.
Sure enough, as soon as Ron spoke, the Gryffindors who were about to slip away all raised their heads.
Although Professor Quirrell had already given a subtle response, it would be incredibly satisfying to see this demanding professor and Slack confront each other again.
"I refuse to answer." Professor Quirrell looked at Ron Weasley almost like he was an idiot. "Weren't you listening to my questions in class?"
Upon hearing this, Ron Weasley gritted his teeth and almost squeezed out what he wanted to say through clenched teeth.
"Unless you admit it yourself, this is a joke orchestrated by Slytherin, I'm going to keep asking!"
I'm a Gryffindor too!
I'd go through fire and water for you, Harry!
Ron Weasley cheered himself on, even noticing that his Gryffindor classmates were looking at him with more admiration.
He liked this feeling. He didn't want to be the little brother who was always ignored. He wanted to be the center of attention and become a prefect like Charlie and Possy.
"I'll say it again, anyone could figure this out if they used their brain. I absolutely will not answer it."
Professor Quirrell refused again.
The more he refused, the more encouraged Ron Weasley became, even pushing his luck and acting as if he were about to die a glorious death.
"Professor, you just need to say yes or no. We only need one answer." With that, Ron waved to the Gryffindors. "Isn't that right, everyone?"
"That's right, Professor, please let the Slytherins understand!"
"That absolutely didn't happen, right?"
"You're from Ravenclaw, so what does the misfortune of those Slytherins have to do with you?"
The first-year Gryffindor students immediately erupted in cheers, and even the Ravenclaws, who had been invisible for an hour, couldn't help but raise their heads to look at the professor who had come from their house.
This class, which was held together by all four colleges, finally arrived at the focus that everyone had been looking forward to.
The Slytherins all closed their eyes, unable to bear hearing what was to come.
The Ravenclaws looked on with curiosity, as if they were seeing the book of answers they had been dreaming of.
As for the Hufflepuffs, their presence was extremely faint, so the sight of them pricking up their ears didn't attract much attention.
Only the Gryffindors, like a ball of flame about to explode, surged toward Professor Quirrell, demanding an explanation from him.
"Dumbledore agrees with me that this is all nonsense and there is no such thing."
Professor Quirrell stated unequivocally, "That's absolutely impossible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Gryffindors almost couldn't help but shout.
No, some people couldn't help but shout out.
"Did you hear that, Slack? The professor himself refuted your claims, and even Dumbledore corroborated it!"
Ron Weasley stood up and roared at Orochimaru, who remained calm.
Before this moment, he had been so repressed.
He had suspected that one day Harry would abandon him and run into the arms of those despicable Slytherins.
Because those Slytherins were too evil and too cunning!
But now—
He protected Harry very well.
He, Ron Weasley, is Harry Potter's best friend!
"Slytherin, I'm asking you a question! Why are you pretending not to hear me?" Ron pressed his advantage. "And you Slytherins, why are you all pretending not to hear me?"
The Slytherins, naturally, could not accept this answer, especially under the influence of the Malfoy family's bloodline magic.
Their perception of Orochimaru was being magnified many times over.
It was just a rumor spread by a mischievous imp, but Slyke Anguius seized the opportunity and forced the entire Slytherin House to stand with him.
The initial annoyance, however, has now multiplied into rage and resentment due to the revelation of the truth.
So much so that people kept turning around and staring intently at Orochimaru.
If their eyes possessed magic, Orochimaru would probably have been torn to pieces by now.
Even Orochimaru, who was being watched, couldn't help but daydream.
He couldn't help but wonder if all those gazes directed at him were Itachi Uchiha's Amaterasu, would he be able to escape?
He thought lazily, without a trace of anxiety on his face, as if all of this was within his expectations.
The reason is also very simple.
He had already sought help from the wisest witch in the world yesterday in the library, and now it was time for her to make her move.
Hermione Granger's clear voice broke the oppressive atmosphere in the classroom.
She stood up, raised her hand, and asked with feigned doubt, "Professor, could it be that Slack Angus saw someone else? As far as I know, the magical world has methods that can change a person's appearance."
"Good question." Professor Quirrell's expression suddenly brightened. "In the magical world, there are generally two ways to disguise oneself. Although these techniques are not exclusive to dark wizards, you still need to be wary of them."
"The first type is compound decoctions. It can transform you into anyone's appearance, with absolutely no side effects except for time limitations."
Professor Quirrell looked at the eager students and cruelly denied them.
"But you probably won't be able to learn how to brew this potion even after graduating from Hogwarts."
"As for the second type, we call it the Disguise Magus. It is a talent inherited through bloodline. Every Disguise Magus must register in advance, and they suffer great pain when transforming into others."
Professor Quirrell described two possibilities in succession, and the more he talked, the more discouraged the Slytherins became.
Because in either case, it cannot be proven that Slack Anguill met the imposter Professor Quirrell.
Those conditions are too harsh. Which potions master or disguise master would deliberately impersonate Professor Quirrell just to cover up rumors?
Didn't you see the disappointment on Professor Quirrell's face?
He was clearly disappointed in his students, unable to believe they couldn't even understand such a simple question.
In some ways, Professor Quirrell certainly lived up to his reputation as a wizard from Ravenclaw.
However, some people are unwilling to give up.
Hermione Granger's dark eyes sparkled like jewels; she felt she was very close to the answer.
She wasn't sure if anyone else noticed Professor Quirrell's persuasive words, but she felt that the professor had presented her with a difficult problem.
A difficult problem that only I can solve.
suddenly!
In a flash, Hermione Granger realized the most crucial question in this difficult problem.
"Professor, how can we prove that the person was not a user of the compound decoction and was disguised as Magus?"
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"A fool would say we can lock the other person up in one place and let time prove everything." Professor Quirrell scoffed at this. "But as you ask, I've already told you the answer: use your wisdom."
wisdom----
Transformation —
Hermione Granger suddenly understood.
"It's memory and knowledge! It's easy to impersonate someone's appearance, but he can't impersonate their memories and knowledge, is that right, Professor?"
"Excellent answer, ten points from Gryffindor."
Professor Quirrell spoke slowly, glancing one last time at the students present.
That concludes his Q&A session; now it's time for him to replenish his fluids.
The professor first cleared his throat, then reached for the water bottle on the podium.
He moved slowly, as if waiting for someone to stop him.
But no one stopped him, and no one in the entire classroom noticed that something was wrong. Even Hermione Granger, the wise witch who had just pleased him, did not notice a single clue about the hints he had given throughout the entire lesson.
In this world—
So not every witch is as clever as you.
Professor Quirrell thought regretfully, and sighed as he looked down at the kettle on the podium.
Although the potion inside tasted extremely bitter and was difficult to swallow.
But he had no choice but to drink it because the expiration date was fast approaching.
He gave so many hints and did so many things, but in the end it was all in vain.
It's very much like my own life, isn't it?
He felt a little embarrassed, and finally, without leaving a trace, he secretly glanced at Harry, looking into Harry's green eyes.
He wanted to wait, but no one spoke.
Why is that?
"Because I don't want to embarrass you, Professor." Orochimaru's voice suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the magic history classroom. "Reverting to your original form in front of everyone would greatly damage your prestige."
"What lies are you telling! Isn't Professor Quirrell standing in front of us right now?!"
Ron Weasley was not about to let this opportunity slip by; he was determined to crush Orochimaru into the mud.
Orochimaru didn't care about such a trivial matter at all. He simply strolled out from the crowd of Slytherins and placed his hand on the water bottle on the podium.
"Professor, I imagine that for someone who once taught Muggle studies, my Muggle question should be common sense for you, right?"
As Orochimaru spoke, he couldn't help but recall the question he had asked the father of this body when he first came to this world.
The sentences are exactly the same, but they carry completely different flavors.
Previously ferocious and cruel.
Now, leisurely and playful.
"Excuse me, in which of the five great kingdoms is Hogwarts located?"
At this point, Orochimaru suddenly smiled, looking at the professor who had escaped from a desperate situation, and slowly changed his words: "Excuse me, Professor. What I actually wanted to ask was, which four countries are the remaining four countries?"