Hogwarts: Incredible Understanding, Counterfeiting The Philosopher's Stone

[Hermione Granger is angry with you, Comprehension Point +99]

[Harry·Potter is worried that you will get into trouble, Comprehension Point +99]

The two system prompts are one after the other, completely different.

Very strange.

Hermione, what are you angry about?

Harry, what are you worried about?

But he didn't bother to ask at this time, because there were more important things:

Help Professor Quirrell prepare some teaching materials.

This is the first class.

Of course we want our two professors to have an unforgettable memory!

In the corner of Hogwarts Castle.

Du Wei finally found his target——a nest of Motla rats.

It's pink and tender, and the texture feels more elastic...

I'm going too far, I just had breakfast.

"The Upside Down Golden Bell!"

When Harry finally found Du Wei, he had already packed it up.

"Take it, I'll use it in class later!"

Du Wei threw the packed bag into Harry's arms.

Soft, warm, and moving!

Harry was so frightened that he almost threw the bag.

Du Wei stopped him.

"You are a Parseltongue. Do you know Parseltongue? A wizard who can speak Parseltongue!"

"I'm actually afraid of a few mice!"

Harry finally saw what was in the bag.

But...still afraid...

How does this 26 thing look like a mouse!

[Harry·Potter has constant resentment, Comprehension Points +99]

"It's almost time for class, what are you doing here?"

Du Wei looked at the time and was just in time to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Harry was almost so stimulated that he forgot what he was going to do.

"We...I mean, my scar..."

He was so anxious that he was a little incoherent.

"Harry, if you dare to imitate Professor Quirrell like this in class, I'm sure you won't survive noon today."

As the class became increasingly crowded, Harry wisely kept his mouth shut.

Until the two of them found a place to sit down in the classroom.

Harry carefully whispered:

"I want to say, can you not tell Professor Quirrell about the scar?"

Du Wei gave him a surprised look:

"Who can see such a big scar on your head?"

[Harry·Potter's resentment returns, Comprehension Point +91

It’s boring, it’s becoming less and less.

Du Wei could feel that Harry had become numb to his behavior.

Harry adjusted his attitude and said seriously:

"In the past few days, I have discovered that my scar only hurts when I face Professor Quirrell..."

In Du Wei's heart, groups of grass and mud horses roared past.

This is a big foreshadowing in the original work!

Shouldn't you have always thought that Snape was out to get you?

Shouldn’t the poor Sijiao be brought to the end by you unjustly?

What's going on? It's only been three days since it was exposed?

Harry, do you know how miserable the spoiler dog's death is?

Even if it’s the main character, please don’t spoil it, okay?

However, what the protagonist Harry said next is even sadder:

"Also, Professor Snape also likes to stare at my scars, and his eyes are very dark and gloomy."

Du Wei:……

He wanted to tell this poor and imaginative savior loudly:

Stop being so smart, Harry!

Snape isn't looking at you!

He's looking into your mother's eyes!

But Professor Quirrell has already entered.

He could only whisper: "Harry, you are observing carefully, but don't observe it again in the future!"

Everyone in the classroom is here.

Hermione was sitting in the front row.

A special seat for top academics.

But since Professor Quirrell stood on the podium, she regretted it.

A strong smell of garlic hit my face.

Several students in the front row silently covered their mouths and noses.

Du Wei sat in the last row and laughed silently.

Smelling the smell of garlic, he suddenly thought:

Voldemort had been wrapped in a garlic-scented turban for a whole semester. Wouldn't it really make him smell bad?

"Du Wei, why are you laughing?"

The scar-headed kid didn't even care what the stammering Professor Quirrell was saying.

He was afraid that Du Wei would throw a bag of Mothra rats on the podium.

In his mind, this classmate could really do that kind of thing.

Du Wei naturally didn't know what kind of malicious speculation he had been subjected to.

“Nothing, I just thought of garlic pork ribs, garlic chili sauce, and garlic grilled oysters.”

Harry snorted and laughed too.

At this moment, the entire classroom was filled with the smell of garlic from Professor Quirrell.

Everyone is more or less uncomfortable with it.

Only Du Wei looked normal.

Even a little nostalgic?

Don't tell me, even though I don't know what the dishes are.

But the Savior still knew the word garlic.

So...are garlic pork ribs delicious?

Du Wei didn't say.

He raised his hand.

Professor Quirrell stammered and put down the book in his hand.

"It's him again, very good, Zhengchou can't find a chance to get close to him!"

"Ask him what he wants to do..."

The master's mission cannot be violated, otherwise he will be whipped mercilessly.

When Quirrell thought about that scene, he couldn't help but tremble and become weak.

He quickly asked:

"Classmate Du Wei, do you have any questions?"

Du Wei has been listening to it for a while, and his evaluation of this course is that it is very weak.

Worse than a third-rate associate professor at a second-rate university in his previous life.

Just read according to the textbook!

Professor, wake up, this is Hogwarts, this is Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

It's you...oh no, it's your master's most beloved position!

How can you be worthy of him if you are so stupid!

Of course, this cannot be said so straightforwardly.

What Du Wei said was:

"Dear Professor Quirrell, we all know that you are a wise and knowledgeable Ravenclaw.

A reserved smile appeared on Quirrell's face.

Apparently, Du had scratched his itch.

He indeed accurately grasped the professor's preferences.

Quirrell himself is very sensitive and cowardly.

He pursues knowledge of dark magic and traces of Voldemort in order to gain powerful power and attention.

That's why he resigned from his teaching position in Muggle Studies and told Bledo that he was going to travel...

Traveled directly to the Black Forest of Albania and found the Dark Lord there.

Du Wei continued:

"There is no doubt that you are the most suitable and best professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"I, and every student here, hope to hear what you have to say."

"How you fought against those dark creatures and wizards."

The little wizard became excited, widened his eyes, and looked at the professor expectantly.

Du Wei spoke their minds.

It also struck a soft spot for Quirrell.

Of course Du Wei knows.

Although he has the reputation of being a professor at Hogwarts, this professor has never practiced Defense Against the Dark Arts.

In this field, Professor Quirrell's greatest practice and contribution is probably being the Dark Lord's dog.

Quirrell was a bit embarrassed.

Do you want to tell the stories you made up about night interviews with vampires again?

"No, idiot, let me do it!"

The master gave the order again.

Quirrell was terrified.

He helplessly begged for mercy in his mind:

"Master, this is in a classroom. It can't work here. There are many children watching..."