Chapter 895 Muggle Studies Class
Being late is not an uncommon thing at Hogwarts.
Most students have spent several years and may still not know where the public restrooms for boys and girls on each floor are, and what shortcuts are available to get to the classroom faster besides the main road in the castle.
If the "navigator" of a certain grade becomes confused, sometimes half the class may even be late.
However, this situation usually only occurs in lower grades.
In this "Master of Magic" class composed of outstanding graduates from all previous years, except for Elena Kaslana, who transferred to the Muggle Studies course, there has never been another late arrival - as for Bill Weasley, most of the time everyone will regard his tardiness as a "headmaster's task": to take care of Miss Kaslana in the class.
Whenever a student tried to tease Elena during recess, Bill Weasley would fight back very forcefully.
Not to mention that as the only graduate of Hogwarts with all twelve subjects in a hundred years and a senior curse-breaker at Gringotts, Bill Weasley is one of the best wizards among his peers in terms of magic countermeasures and magic combat. .
More importantly, there are a lot of Weasley family members. Once the duel starts, it will be a wheel battle.
After several duels in a row, people acquiesced not to provoke the little girl.
As for Professor Quirrell's almost blatant partiality for Elena, the students would not complain.
The students in the class were at least eight or nine years older than Elena, and most of their dissatisfaction was directed at Bill Weasley, who used his privileges to dominate Elena and prevent others from getting close to him, rather than the seemingly quiet and well-behaved Bill Weasley. Cute little angel.
After all, what bad intentions could a cute little loli have?
"This idiot wants to attack me directly for Muggle Studies! Why do we both end up dead as soon as he takes action!"
The corner of Quirinas Quirrell's mouth twitched, his eyes swept over Elena's lovely face, and he roared in his heart.
The turning point in his life was last year in the Forbidden Forest, when the Third Dark Lord fought against the downtrodden Voldemort.
The end result was an overwhelming victory for the young Dark Lord.
At that time, he witnessed Voldemort lying on the ground and humbly licking the dirt. Quirrell would never forget that scene.
At that moment, Quirrell was thinking that if he faced Elena Kaslana again one day, he would definitely turn around and run away without any hesitation or luck. Now that the proposition is right in front of him, Quirrell must seriously consider whether this will happen. It will be his only chance in this life.
He believed that Voldemort's strength was crucial to the Dark Devil's ability to achieve such a terrifying reign in the past.
The world may usher in witches that are countless times more terrifying than before, and Dumbledore is already old. Guarding Hogwarts, these more distant things are destined to be inherited only by younger professors like them.
And before that, if you are marked as an enemy in advance...
Professor Quirrell's eyes slowly passed over Umbridge, and he paused meaningfully for half a second.
Forget it, although he really wanted to know what the young Dark Lord would do when faced with provocation, if Grindelwald knew that he was stoking fire, he would probably be the first to die, so he still had to find a way to fool him. Go ahead.
In short, it's best not to let the big toad have anything to do with him, at least... don't die in his class.
"The Muggle Studies class starts at two o'clock in the afternoon on Friday, Miss Kaslana, please remember not to be late next time."
Quirinus Quirrell smiled slightly, then picked up the chalk and prepared to continue writing on the blackboard.
"Okay, now let's go back to what we just talked about. In order to travel long distances, Muggles used steel to cast a variety of vehicles, and used "technology" to imitate magic so that they could move on their own. stand up……"
"Ahem, ahem——"
But Umbridge was obviously not satisfied with this answer, and she cleared her throat forcefully.
"That's it? You're so late, why don't you do it next time?"
"Hogwarts Castle is quite complicated and huge." Professor Quirrell said, explaining gently, "Not to mention junior students like Miss Kaslana, even we professors sometimes get lost. It’s okay to be ten minutes late.”
But Umbridge still had no intention of doing so, and a terrifying smile appeared on her pale, fat face.
"There are no punitive measures that would be easy to follow, I mean, maybe... points and confinement."
Points deducted? Confinement?
Punishing Elena Kaslana, the Fairy Queen, the Sandaime Dark Lord? !
Beads of sweat began to form on the smooth back of Professor Quirrell's head.
Is this vicious, stupid Senior Under-Minister of Magic planning to drag him to death together? !
"That's not necessary at the moment," he said, beginning to look a little annoyed. "If you feel it is necessary, then five points will be deducted from Gryffindor House because Mr. Weasley is late - Professor Umbridge, if you continue to struggle in this regard, then I will not be able to continue this class. , I can’t possibly delay the whole class just because a few students are late.”
As someone who has served three Dark Lords in the past, future and present, Quirrell will not be afraid of any Ministry of Magic officials.
Since Professor Umbridge doesn't know what's good or bad, he naturally has to make his position clear as soon as possible to avoid being accidentally hurt.
oh? This young man...
Umbridge narrowed her eyes with satisfaction, pursed her lips tightly, and did not continue speaking.
There is no doubt that, as she had guessed before, this young professor who stayed at the school to teach directly after graduation is a senior "Paul Dumbledore" party. This kind of resistant attitude may be the school's attitude toward the Ministry of Magic. Real emotions.
And Cornelius Fudge sent her to Hogwarts. One of her hidden tasks was to find a way to find these evidences.
Without further acknowledging Umbridge, Professor Quirrell looked around the class.
"Before Professor Umbridge interrupted me, I was just talking about how Muggles live in a world without magic, and the magical tools they created to imitate magic in order to pursue convenience-"
"Professor Quirrell, I think students should know what trains, ships, automobiles and airplanes are."
Professor Umbridge smiled sweetly and said, "At least in this special class of 'Master of Magic' students, this knowledge obviously does not meet the expectations of the Ministry of Magic. If this can be counted as a 'Master of Muggle Studies', It’s too—”
"Sorry, this is the third time you have interrupted my lecture. Professor Umbridge."
Quirinus Quirrell quickly looked at the smile on the corner of "Her Majesty's" mouth, and said confidently and indifferently.
"Of course I know that students have seen these things, but there is a very essential difference between 'seen' and 'understood'. If you feel that the above principles of Muggle transportation are common sense in the eyes of the Ministry of Magic, then you may wish to go to Can you please give me a detailed introduction on the podium? As the Senior Deputy Minister and Senior Investigator of the Ministry of Magic, you must know these basic common sense... right?"
"Professor Quirrell, are you questioning the Ministry of Magic's lack of professional knowledge and common sense?"
Umbridge subconsciously sat up straight and whispered menacingly.
All the students in the class suddenly became energetic, and the remaining sleepiness in the afternoon was instantly wiped away. The whole class was looking at the two professors attentively, and everyone's face was filled with "Fight,... Fight” anticipation and excitement.
Needless to say, as the youngest professor at Hogwarts, Professor Quirrell is not as smooth and mature as other professors.
"No, don't get me wrong...I'm not questioning the Ministry of Magic."
Professor Quirrell shook his head, his expression changed rapidly for a few seconds, and finally settled into silence.
"I mean, the entire magical world lacks the most basic common sense in this regard... Just like Muggles coming to the magical world, most wizards may have difficulty even taking care of themselves after breaking into the non-magical world. What I study in this class is not the technological products that can be seen with the naked eye, but something deeper -"
Quirrell picked up the chalk and first wrote "technology" on the blackboard, and then he wrote another word next to it.
"--science."
"But, Professor Quirrell," Umbridge sneered, unable to control her whiny voice.
"As wizards, why do we need to understand the poor skills of Muggles in imitating magic? It's like no one would learn how to cut raw meat in order to live in a tribe of trolls. The world Muggles see is not even real - "
"Professor Umbridge," Quirrell said, his tone deathly calm, "I feel as if I should be the professor of Muggle Studies, not you. If you are going to teach me how to teach classes, or academic debate, it would be best if I Let's change the time instead of disturbing the normal class order here." He paused for half a second, "Or can you just come up and continue my lesson plan?"
"...Quirinus Quirrell, Professor——" Umbridge's eyes instantly turned sinister.
"Please be quiet. If you are currently a Hogwarts student, your house will have been deducted at least fifty points."
Quirrell said expressionlessly, without any intention of compromising.
Anyway, this position was arranged for him by the three demon kings. If such a stupid politician could get him fired from Hogwarts, it would make him feel relieved. Unfortunately, she couldn't. Done.
"I'm so sorry, but if you keep this up, I might have to ask you out."
The fight started! The fight really started!
There was a burst of excited whispers in the classroom.
Compared with those underage students who have not experienced social beatings, most students in this class have experienced a round of social baptism - which also means that when facing officials from the Ministry of Magic, their hearts Rebellion will be stronger.
"You! Phew—Okay, I'm very sorry. I was a little impatient just now.
Umbridge looked around the class, took a deep breath, and whispered in a sickly sweet voice.
A trace of gloom flashed in her eyes, and she did not continue to speak. She opened her notebook tremblingly and started writing on it.
As the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic, she had seen too many such stupid young people. Umbridge knew very well that when faced with such young wizards who were not afraid of tigers, they must not collide head-on - they would not care if they were stubborn. authority.
As Umbridge took the initiative to surrender, the devil's whisper lingering in Quirrell's ears finally stopped.
"Very well, let's continue the class, Professor Quirrell..."
Elena raised the corner of her mouth, and gently picked up the wand hidden under her skirt, dispelling the magic.
I have to admit that this magical version of "one-way sound transmission" improved by the first-generation Dark Lord is indeed quite clever. In the absence of corresponding countermeasures or eavesdropping magic, this magic is very suitable for announcing "Elena's mission" "Yes."
"So, now let's go back to the textbook. I said before that there are two main ways for Muggles to imitate magic."
Quirinus Quirrell lowered his head, glanced at "Her Majesty the Queen's" revised lesson plan, and said softly.
"Can any of you tell me what these two methods are? And which 'scientific' approach do you think is used for those four means of transportation? Those who answer correctly will get eight 'Muggle points' '."
The whole class raised their hands in unison—except Elena—who listened quietly as usual.
"Weasley, oh, Charlie, don't look back, I'm referring to you."
Quirrell said with a smile, skillfully opening his classroom bonus notebook and taking out a ballpoint pen.
"The rules are the same as before. If you don't answer correctly, the reward points will be halved. The next person's question will be answered by another person. After five wrong answers, everyone's homework will be increased by 10%, and the person who answered the question will be twice as happy."
"The two great Muggle ways of doing science are boiling water and throwing stones."
Charlie stood up and answered confidently.
"Ships, trains, and cars, these three should be advanced versions of boiling water. I have seen their chimneys emitting smoke. As for airplanes, this should be an advanced application of Muggles for throwing stones, right? Yes, absolutely of."
"Unfortunately, only part of the answer is correct." Professor Quirrell shrugged and happily drew a horizontal line on the blackboard.
"Planes, ships, trains, and cars, these four Muggle means of transportation all use the method of 'boiling water'. In short, it is energy conversion. But I am curious why you think the latter two are throwing stones. ?”
"...Eh, isn't it?"
Charlie Weasley scratched his cheek awkwardly.
"I heard my father say that airplanes are like that, they are ejected directly like a slingshot..."
"This only shows that the Muggle experts from the Ministry of Magic may not be completely correct, right? Of course, it is also possible that you confused what Mr. Weasley said. If it is a rocket or missile, it is somewhat close to this description... "
Quirinus Quirrell said with a smile, casually glancing at the big pink toad huddled in the corner.
He was suddenly curious about how much this self-proclaimed noble senior investigator could understand.
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