“Ethan, wake up!”
Terry looked at Ethan, still in bed, with a puzzled expression.
Yesterday he was up early to flirt with his senior, why not today?
“Ah! I got it!”
Ethan mumbled sleepily, then slowly opened his eyes.
He had returned to the dormitory after five o'clock this afternoon, and now it was only eight, so he hadn't gotten much rest at all.
He might as well not have slept, he was even more tired now after such a short nap.
“What did you do last night?”
Gene asked curiously, looking at Ethan, who seemed listless.
“Nothing, I couldn't sleep!”
Ethan made up a random excuse. He couldn't possibly say that he had gone out for a night walk, stolen the Hogwarts students' collection accumulated over a thousand years, and then went to the potions classroom to steal a copy of "Advanced Potion Making."
Even though Ethan had a copy, Snape's book contained many of his own corrections to the textbook's content, as well as a few dark magic spells.
At the time, he thought that since he had already stolen so much, one more item from Snape wouldn't hurt, so he just went, sort of taking away a chance from Harry.
“We have Defense Against the Dark Arts next, I heard from an upperclassman that the teacher changes every year, some of them can't even last a year before something happens, I don't know if it's true.”
Ethan went to wash up. Terry and the others chatted beside him. He was talkative and outgoing, having chatted with a fairly talkative upperclassman yesterday and learned a lot of gossip.
“It’s true, I also heard it's a curse from the Dark Lord on Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Gene nodded in confirmation of Terry's claim. He was from a wizarding family and lived in a wizarding community, so he knew some things.
“Then, I wonder why Professor Quirrell would go against the grain and teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, he was supposed to be teaching Muggle Studies."
This was also what the upperclassman told Terry. At the time, the upperclassman had a look of regret on his face.
Quirrell was also a Ravenclaw, and though Muggle Studies was an elective, not many people took it, but Quirrell taught it quite well and was somewhat popular among the Ravenclaws.
Quirrell's class!
Ethan shook his head as he came back from washing up. That stuff was a complete waste of time. Quirrell did have some skills, but he didn't know how to teach, and he couldn't teach.
Dumbledore seemed to have lost it. None of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors he found were normal, even though Lupin taught some things, but as a werewolf, he was destined not to teach for long.
This subject was even more important than Potions and Herbology, and on par with Transfiguration and Charms. It was about the protection of witches and wizards, especially for half-bloods or those born in Muggle families.
They could actually just cancel Defense Against the Dark Arts, and instead offer another course, called ‘Self-Defense’, or something. That way they could get rid of the reputation of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor being a sacrificial lamb and hire a normal professor.
Dumbledore should take responsibility for those Defense Against the Dark Arts professors who went insane or were disabled, as well as the young witches and wizards who didn't learn anything. After all, he was the Headmaster.
……
“Is the senior waiting for me to go eat breakfast together?”
Ethan saw Penelope as soon as he reached the common room with his roommates, and immediately greeted her with a smile.
The common room at this time had more people than it did at seven o'clock yesterday morning, but mostly upperclassmen, fifth, sixth, and seventh years.
Although Ravenclaw's young witches and wizards are eager to learn, they haven't reached that point yet. Only those facing two exams can be so driven by pressure.
“Yes, I’m waiting for you, and I’ve been waiting for a long time. It’s just that you seem to be still asleep!”
Penelope showed no sign of shyness or backing down, but instead stepped forward and looked Ethan up and down.
“Tell me honestly, what did you do last night?”
“I am the Ravenclaw prefect, responsible for managing and supervising you all. If you do something bad, and I catch you, heh!”
On the spiral staircase, Penelope put on a serious and stern prefect act.
“It was really insomnia, what kind of bad things could I do?”
Ethan spread his hands, feigning innocence.
“Alright, don’t let me catch you!”
Penelope threatened with a gritted teeth.
The three roommates whispered behind him, afraid to go forward. Penelope was the prefect, and usually had a serious and strict look on her face, so they couldn't dare to laugh and joke with her like Ethan did.
After breakfast in the Great Hall, Penelope went to Ancient Runes. Though she didn't choose to take all the subjects like Hermione, it was almost the same. Only Divination and Arithmancy were the two she gave up, because she was not interested in them and they were not useful. As a result, her schedule was quite full.
……
“Do you smell anything?”
“Garlic, I smell garlic, and it's very strong!”
At the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Terry said confidently to Gene.
His family liked to eat garlic, but it didn't make their house smell this strong.
When they walked into the classroom, Ethan could clearly see some students who had already arrived, with rather unpleasant looks on their faces.
“Bubble-Head Charm!”
Ethan pointed his wand at his head and immediately a large bubble enveloped Ethan's head, looking as if a fish tank was placed on top of his head.
Now that was comfortable, Ethan understood the joy of a Celestial Dragon.
The Bubble-Head Charm, a simple and practical little spell that Ethan learned when flipping through the book. It was originally used for underwater diving, but could also isolate the surrounding air, but people with bad breath would find that the air inside the bubble would become unpleasant to breathe after half an hour.
“Give me one!”
Even the usually quiet Michael couldn't stand it anymore and directly asked Ethan for a bubble.
Ethan naturally wouldn't refuse, and gave them each a Bubble-Head Charm.
Soon the little badgers from Hufflepuff and the little lions from Gryffindor couldn’t stand it anymore and lined up to get a Bubble-Head Charm from Ethan.
Towards the end, even the Slytherins came over. This class was an hour long, and they didn’t want to put up with it for so long.
And they found a good excuse for themselves. It wasn’t that we Slytherins are begging the outer houses, it’s to fit in.
Everyone else has a fish tank on their head during class, just us Slytherins don't, that’s not very normal, is it?
Cassandra came up to Ethan, with a clear frown on her face. She hadn’t expected to lose again before class even started. This was a fourth-year spell, where had he learned it?
Fortunately, the Bubble-Head Charm was just a simple, routine spell, it didn’t consume much magic, and after using it so many times, Ethan could already cast it silently.
When the bell rang, Quirrell came into the classroom and was clearly shocked. What was this?
Even if I have a little bit of a smell, you don’t have to go this far, do you!?
But he was still the same old fool, he didn't say anything, just picked up the textbook and started reading, without any communication or explanation.
Even when a student raised their hand to ask a question, he ignored it.
Ethan directly stood up "Dark Arts: Self-Defense" on the table, blocking his head and began to rest.
Anyway, Quirrell’s class was a waste of time. You just read the textbook, what use is that? You might as well read it yourself if you have the time.
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