Even knowing Quirrell was Voldemort.
But what did that have to do with how well he taught?
He just read from the textbook, stammering and stuttering, even Professor Binns was better than him, he was absolutely terrible.
Even Ron said the ghoul at his house was practically a pet.
He didn't even talk about how to fight them, he just mumbled and rambled on for the whole lesson, Harry didn't hear a single useful thing.
I heard Professor Quirrell used to teach Muggle Studies.
This semester he applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, the purpose was obvious, he wanted to start interacting with him in first year.
After all, Muggle Studies was not taught until third year.
Voldemort chose this kind of thing to prepare to deal with him?
Who does he think he is?!
Harry felt his tense heart slightly relax.
Perhaps this Voldemort was also brainless.
No, maybe it was to make him feel numb and relaxed.
Or maybe it was a matter of strength.
His strength was insufficient, so his sense of security was severely lacking.
In the afternoon, it was Transfiguration.
After Transfiguration class, Harry continued to pester Professor McGonagall, learning more knowledge.
Time was tight, comrades.
Although Dumbledore repeatedly assured me about safety issues, but...
You never know when someone else’s promise will disappear.
One must rely on oneself.
Friday morning was Potions class, afternoon was free.
Potions class was taught by Professor Snape.
All the Gryffindor little witches and wizards looked a little uncomfortable.
Because they all learned from their seniors.
Professor Snape was not friendly to students from the three houses besides Slytherin, any little problem would be magnified infinitely.
Especially Gryffindor!
As soon as Snape came in, he gave everyone a good scare.
Then he fixed his eyes on Harry.
Harry obviously wouldn't give this greasy middle-aged man who had been coveting his mother any good looks either.
“Look who we have in our classroom this time? The famous Harry Potter!”
Snape slowly walked to Harry.
He looked down at him.
Harry's pair of emerald green eyes also looked at Snape coldly, without speaking.
The two fell silent, the surrounding students immediately felt a depressing atmosphere.
Neville, sitting next to Harry, silently pulled his seat back a little, wanting to move away from the center of the battlefield.
“Potter, didn't your father teach you that you should stand up when facing a professor?” Snape suddenly said.
A snort came from the Slytherin side, it was Malfoy.
“Oh! Forgive me for forgetting, you don't have a father." Snape said in a strange tone.
This time all the Slytherin students burst into laughter.
The Gryffindor students all clenched their fists, looking at Snape unhappily. Everyone knew about Harry's family situation.
How could he say such things to Harry?
This was just poking at someone's scar.
But Snape was not only a professor, but also the head of Slytherin, making them dare not speak, they could only watch Harry worriedly.
Harry maintained his cold gaze, stood up and said to him: “Sorry, Professor, in fact, I not only don't have a father, but I don't even have a mother, so no one has taught me these things.”
Snape's face twitched.
The Slytherins’ laughter got even louder.
“Bang." Snape slammed his fist on the table, making a loud sound.
“Shut up, do you think this is funny?”
“If you keep your goblin-like mouths shut, I might have to pour the Draught of Peace into those brains of yours filled with dog shit, or… drink a Forgetfulness Potion and laugh again.”
Slytherin immediately shut up, the headmaster’s mood seemed to be very bad today, the venom of the viper can harm its own kind.
Snape looked at Harry coldly, he saw his eyes and subconsciously dodged a little.
“Potter, I’ve heard other professors say that you are a somewhat clever student, but in my Potions class, I don't need you to play those self-righteous tricks.”
“Potter, what would happen if I added powdered Dittany root to the juice of Wormwood?” Snape suddenly changed the subject and asked.
“Draught of Peace, a very potent sedative.” Harry answered.
“If I asked you to find a Bezoar, where would you go to look for it?”
“In a cow's stomach.”
Snape looked into Harry's eyes, his cold face softened a little.
“What are the differences between Aconite and Wolfsbane?”
。。。。。。
The entire class was no longer like a class for little wizards.
It turned into a Q&A session between Snape and Harry.
The questions Snape asked covered almost all the content of the first year, even some of the things Hermione didn't know, Harry also answered fluently.
The Gryffindor students looked at Harry with admiration, the Slytherins looked unhappy, especially Malfoy, he bit his lip, looking at Potter with resentment.
Damn Potter, weren't you raised in the Muggle world? How do you know so much?
“He is indeed a little clever.” Snape looked into Harry's eyes and said in a low voice.
The face that had softened before became cold again when he saw his hair and face.
He shouted to the others: “Don't you all know how to take notes?”
Everyone hurriedly took out their pens and pretended to scribble on paper.
“Gryffindor loses 2 points because of your crippled hands.” Snape said.
The Gryffindor students' faces froze.
The Slytherin students showed expressions of delight.
Snape asked the students to divide into pairs, teaching them how to mix some simple herbs to treat burns.
This potion, Harry had adjusted a few times before entering school, it was not a big problem.
The problem was.
“You can't put the Porcupine Quills in until you lift the cauldron off the fire.” Harry quickly grabbed Neville's trembling hand, he was about to throw the Porcupine Quills in.
“Thanks.” Neville was very grateful that he was grouped with Harry.
He felt that he should be able to pull this potion off this time.
But Snape appeared in front of him silently.
“Mr. Potter, you are obviously already excellent, so you can ignore your potion, buy people, and make him your follower, right?” Snape’s eerie voice sounded.
Neville heard this terrifying sound, his already trembling hand loosened, and the Porcupine Quills he was holding fell directly into the pot, splashing a lot of water.
Harry quickly pulled Neville back, preventing the water from splashing on him.
“Stupid, you can't even hold the herbs steady, how can you brew potions?” Snape glanced at Neville who was about to cry.
He didn't have any pity, or rather, he didn’t have that kind of thing at all.
“Was your brain eaten by a zombie?”
“Potter, why didn't you remind him to hold the herbs tight, because of your mistake, Gryffindor loses 2 points.” Snape said.