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Chapter 69 Your History of Magic Teacher is Sick
Chapter 69 Your History of Magic Teacher is Sick
The story of Orochimaru defeating Professor Quirrell spread like wildfire throughout Hogwarts this weekend.
There are those who do not believe, and there are those who do believe.
But ultimately, it's just like what Orochimaru said when he defeated the Weasley twins that day—
"Aren't you going to live to see tomorrow?"
Tomorrow, Monday, everything will come to a close.
The young wizards were reluctant to admit it, but they had never looked forward to Mondays so much since they enrolled.
Slytherins and Gryffindors, in particular, all got up very early and bumped into each other in the Great Hall.
No one spoke, but everyone's eyes instinctively turned to the teachers' seats.
Headmaster Dumbledore was eating maple waffles, his long white beard smeared with orange syrup.
Professor McGonagall, with a serious expression, cut the whole-wheat bread with her wand.
As for Professors Flitwick and Sprout, they chatted and laughed, sharing their breakfasts.
The entire Hogwarts was peaceful, except for the two professors who were not present.
"Professor Quirrell didn't show up as expected." Malfoy, being the most vigilant, glanced at the high platform in the auditorium and immediately whispered to Orochimaru.
Orochimaru nodded slightly, his gaze leisurely fixed on the other professors on the platform.
Often, intelligence is not obtained from the target.
Seeing the professors' confident expressions, Orochimaru was beginning to confirm that Hermione Granger's guess from yesterday was correct.
Simple lies alone are far from enough to quell the rumors that are currently spreading wildly on campus.
I just don't know where the professors arranged this fatal blow.
While Orochimaru was pondering this, others were overjoyed.
Ron Weasley is a prime example!
"Harry, did you notice? Professor Snape isn't here!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.
"Ron, aren't you worried—well, will Professor Quirrell really admit that he was knocked down by Slack later?"
Harry asked, somewhat puzzled.
After Hermione brought back news of Orochimaru yesterday, his mood improved considerably. Apart from Malfoy still being an eyesore, he felt that his friendship with Orochimaru should still be maintained.
Ron had no idea about any of this; he simply thought that his friendship with Harry was growing stronger, even stronger than before.
After all, Harry was in a much better mood today.
"Why would we be worried? The professors know about the bet between Gryffindor and Slytherin yesterday." Ron subtly pointed at Professor McGonagall. "But look, Professor McGonagall's expression hasn't changed at all."
"
"Perhaps—Professor McGonagall is just naturally serious?"
Harry instinctively retorted.
"But Snape's nowhere to be seen!" Ron declared proudly, offering his guess. "He must know the Slytherins are doomed to lose, so he doesn't want to show up and embarrass himself!"
what----
Is this possible?
Harry was taken aback by Ron's confident demeanor and couldn't help but start to have some doubts himself.
Moreover, Harry suddenly realized a very crucial question.
"Ron, what if Professor Quirrell shows up and insists he didn't see Slack the day before yesterday? What then?"
A hint of worry crossed Harry's expression.
Are there potions in the magical world that make people tell the truth?
"Of course!" Ron laughed immediately when he saw Harry's worry. "But that would require Veritaserum, but why would we give Veritaserum to a professor? Professor Quirrell isn't a Death Eater."
"What about magic?"
"Leech manipulation?" Ron frowned, recalling for a moment. "I remember Dad telling me that this magic can read a person's memories. But—"
Seeing the growing worry on Harry's face, Ron patted him hard on the shoulder.
"Besides Dumbledore, I can't think of anyone else in Hogwarts who could use Legilimency to read the professor's memories!"
"So you have absolutely nothing to worry about, Harry! We Gryffindors have the victory in our grasp!"
But that's exactly what I'm worried about —
Harry forced a smile, indicating that he was convinced. But his expression still prompted Ron to continue comforting him.
"The first class this morning is History of Magic, and the teacher is a ghost. If we both just take a nap in this class, everything will be fine when we wake up!" Ron laughed excitedly. "My brother Percy has a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning, and he'll bring some people to ask Professor Quirrell for the truth."
When Harry heard this, he felt as if his heart had been gripped tightly, but he had no way to explain himself to anyone.
Orochimaru sat at the Slytherin table, with Malfoy circling around him, showing none of the demeanor of a pure-blood wizard, which greatly displeased Harry.
As for Hermione Granger, who came back yesterday saying she would become a bridge between herself and Orochimaru.
She's like she's under a spell now, a far cry from her eagerness to chat with others a few days ago. She's quietly eating breakfast and reading by herself.
It's very strange —
It's really strange —
What's wrong with this world?
Harry grew increasingly resentful, and finally had to vent all his anger on the breakfast in front of him.
Especially today's breakfast, which was fried fish and chips.
Harry was even more desperate, while Ron beside him became even more excited.
"Wow, it's a traditional Muggle breakfast: fish and chips! My dad will love it; he's always wanted to try it, the really authentic kind!"
Upon hearing this, Harry wished he could stuff fish and chips into Ron's mouth to give him a moment of peace.
You and the Malfoys are both from pure-blood families, so why is there such a big difference between you?
Harry reluctantly endured the agonizing torture of fish and chips, swallowing the Muggle-style breakfast with a struggle, mixed with pumpkin juice, before Ron dragged him to the History of Magic classroom.
In Ron's words—
"I asked George and Fred, and they said the best place to sleep is on the left side against the wall, where it's neither too hot nor too cold, and you can see the owls outside the window when you wake up."
Ron was gesturing wildly as he dragged Harry toward the History of Magic classroom.
Harry neither confirmed nor denied it.
The classroom was on the top floor of the main building of Hogwarts, which could only be reached by navigating a series of staircases that could be easily traversed.
Therefore, along the way, Harry saw many students sighing and complaining because of the haphazard changes to the staircases.
There were students from all the colleges, and in the end, even they themselves got a little lost.
In the end, Harry, with his sharp eyes, found the intersection where the first-year students were gathered.
"Let's go, Ron."
Harry pointed his finger toward the corridor where the students were gathered in the distance.
A group of first-year students had already arrived at the door of the History of Magic classroom.
The four houses were clearly separated, yet they all turned to look at Harry as he approached.
This renowned young wizard had just yesterday forcefully refuted Peeves' lies and exposed Slytherin's conspiracy.
At least they were willing to believe what Harry said.
Who could really believe that a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was defeated by a first-year student at Hogwarts?
Moreover, even the professor said it was just Pippi the Ghost's prank.
Why would the professors lie to them?
It's still a bit of a shame.
As first-year students, they had a large class for the entire college on Monday mornings, where all students gathered in the History of Magic classroom to listen to Professor Binns, now a ghost, talk endlessly about history.
This class was more soporific than any magic, and the young wizards could only hope that they wouldn't oversleep and miss out on the latest news when class ended.
"Harry, look, the Slytherin people are all here."
Ron dragged Harry to the spot he had scouted beforehand, subtly pointing his hand towards Orochimaru and his group.
He was somewhat similar to Harry at this moment, also enjoying the treatment of being the center of attention.
Led by Malfoy, the first-year Slytherin students surrounding Orochimaru spread outwards like a galaxy revolving around the sun.
Two tall, strong freshmen sat on either side of him, like guards of Buckingham Palace; they were Crabbe and Goyle.
The two girls, one beautiful and the other ugly, both wore contemptuous arrogance, like members of the House of Lords at Westminster.
Beside them, the Slytherins, clearly of pure blood, would occasionally fawn over them while also glancing at Slyke Anguius, who sat at the very front.
Some were jealous, while others were curious.
As for the House of Commons belonging to Slyck Anguill, it was a group of half-blooded Slytherins.
They even dared to proudly display the academy badge pinned to their right sides, as if the rumor that Slack Anguill was not of pure blood had been proven true.
The place you're in is certainly complicated, Orochimaru.
Harry thought to himself, and sat down with Ron, leaning his shoulder against the wall. Ron had said that sleeping against a wall made it less likely to snore, and Harry decided to try it later.
Just as Harry's eyelids began to droop, a muffled thud suddenly sounded beside him.
The thick volume of "Hogwarts: A History of the School" was hurled down from above. Hermione Granger sat down with an air of arrogance, then looked at Harry with a look of utter disappointment.
"Sit up, Harry!" Hermione snapped. "You need to learn from Slack. Today's a big day for you two!"
"Come on, what big deal is it today?" Ron couldn't stand Hermione's arrogance. "In the wizarding world, nobody cares about history."
"Is this your excuse for being stuck in your ways?" Hermione retorted sarcastically. "And if you really don't care, you can leave now instead of pretending to be asleep to show off your individuality."
Was she possessed by a Death Eater?
Ron was taken aback by Hermione's words and straightened up as if he were meeting her for the first time.
Harry, sitting next to Ron, knew the reason for Hermione's change.
really----
Everyone who comes into contact with Orochimaru will be changed.
This applies to myself, to that annoying Malfoy, and now it's working on Hermione Granger too.
Harry was pondering this when he noticed that the previously noisy classroom had suddenly fallen silent.
It's time for class.
Everyone looked up at the entrance.
Harry was also a little curious, as he had never taken a ghost class before.
It is said that Professor Binns died unexpectedly while dozing in the teachers' lounge, and he was unaware of his own death, continuing to teach the history of magic as a ghost.
The magical world is truly amazing!
Harry thought excitedly, and unconsciously stretched his neck.
Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded at the door.
Something's not right. Why would a ghost make footsteps? Harry frowned slightly, then saw Hermione beside him looking like she knew it.
Just as he was about to ask what had happened, a familiar figure drifted into the history of magic classroom like a dark cloud.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Professor Binns is ill today, so your History of Magic class will be replaced with Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
The visitor spoke with utter disgust, and just one sentence made everyone uncomfortable.
"Nice to meet you. I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirrell."
After Professor Quirrell finished speaking, he waved his wand, causing the chalk to float and write his name on the blackboard.
"Quirinas Quiro, that is my full name, you must remember it."
He said that.
Upon hearing this, Harry's heart suddenly tightened, and he abruptly looked at Orochimaru, who was being fawned over by everyone.
Partner, was this something you expected?
He was extremely anxious, but powerless to do anything about it.