The fourth floor, the black magic defense art class classroom.

As soon as Quirrell walked in, he was stunned by three whole rows of red gold-edged masks.

Faced with such bold behavior, he walked towards the podium with a good attitude.

Without even taking a look at the roster, I opened the textbook on my own.

"Today we are talking about zombies, which are a living dead who exists in southern America.

Zombies are characterized by gray skin and will emit a rotting smell…”

Simo below raised his hand.

"Professor, is there any difference between zombies and yin corpses?"

Qiluo quickly glanced at the textbook, "They are all similar magic creatures, and even their weaknesses are basically the same."

Vincent raised his hand expressionlessly.

"Professor, isn't Yin corpse created with black magic? Can it really be called a creature?"

A flash of light flashed in Quirrell's eyes.

“Yes – is that true?”

He stammered out the window, "Their weaknesses are almost the same - Ah, I remembered it wrong."

This is okay to coax the child, but it is far from coaxing Vincent.

"Professor, because of the thoughts, zombies can kill them by breaking their brains.

But what method should be used to kill a Yin corpse without thoughts?"

"This--" Qiluo quickly flipped the textbook in a panic.

"Yin corpse - What are the Yin corpse afraid of..."

His expression of talking to himself quickly caused laughter from the students in the audience.

As a professor of black magic defense, he doesn't even know this kind of knowledge point.

Vincent sat down calmly, but in his mind was thinking about the deep meaning behind this expression.

Even if Yin Zi can't get in touch with the first-grade classroom, one day he will learn its weaknesses.

If Quirrell didn't want to say it, it was because he couldn't say it.

I don’t want to say it’s because I have to behave something wrong, but I can’t say it’s because of the big face on the back of my head.

Is it possible that both are available?

He was thinking down and did not notice a glimmer of light flashing through the eyes on the podium again.

Not to mention him, all the students failed to discover it.

Even Hermione, who was frowning tightly, focused only on whether the professor came through the back door.

"I-I remembered it!"

Qiluo closed the textbook excitedly, "What Yin Zi is afraid of is light!"

Vincent rolled his eyes on the spot.

Zombies can move freely in broad daylight, which is basically the same weakness?

Not only did he react like this, but even Draco, who had been against him, rolled his eyes.

Compared with the pure black magic of Demstrong, the Quirrell is really a ragged defense technique.

Although the little lions all wore masks and couldn't tell their faces, their eyes like little snakes were enough to prove the degree of the badness of this class.

"Public - ordinary curse is OK."

Kilow opened the textbook again awkwardly, "Next, we-we will learn a simple mantra."

He held the wand in his hand upside down.

"Fluorescence - Fluorescence flashes!"

Three seconds passed,

Ten seconds passed.

"Professor, you've got your wand back."

He paniced and hurriedly took it straight.

"Zombies are - very scary..."

Vincent frowned when he saw that big face full of fear.

According to outstanding students expelled from Hogwarts,

Dumbledore's important helper against the first Dark Lord,

"Where Are the Fantastic Beasts" written by Newt Scarmand,

These disgusting zombies are actually quite cute in some cases.

It is said that a popular king of Muggles created a dance move that was popular all over the world by chance when he saw their strange behavior.

[To be honest, I have been using wild fruit reading to read books and follow updates recently, changing sources and switching, and pronunciation aloud for many tones, www. Android and Apple are available.]

It just so happens that he has this album, and it is a signed limited edition.

The red jacket on her body and the rhythmic walking posture are really hard to connect with the terrible.

Vincent, holding his cheek, focused on the lit wand of Kiro.

This pattern,

This straightness,

It's not the same alder as him.

"Everyone can give it a try."

"Fluorescent flashes—"

The fifteen-inch-long alder wand lit a white light on the tip of the rod the next second.

Quirrell's eyes widened, "Mr. Wayne, you're-"

Before he could finish his words, Hermione on the other side also lit up his wand.

“Difficult – unbelievable.”

These two white lights flashed as if they were on Qiluo.

He moved his big head to Slytherin's side and suddenly looked back with fear and fear.

"Gryffindor plus 6 points."

Vincent keenly noticed that he glanced at Harry and had not stuttered yet.

Just as he was about to test further, a blast suddenly came from behind him.

No need to think about it, it must be the second row of explosions that exploded something again.

"Bang--"

Simo, who had a dark face, knocked his forehead to the desk.

Dean, who was no longer dark next to him, trembling and stretched out his hand.

"There is still breathing!"

The students all breathed a sigh of relief.

This master-level blasting genius exploded a bite of the crucible in the potion class last week.

"Don't touch me!" Semo, who suddenly straightened his waist, wiped his face, "I will definitely succeed!"

Kilo's big head poked out from under the podium, "Mr. Finegan, do you-do you need to go to the school hospital?"

"No, professor."

Students who are used to the strong winds and waves all think that the professor who has retracted again is quite unreliable.

He was so timid that he could only show one eye. He was so timid that he could not be more timid.

There is a negative example in which Neville recited a mantra with confidence.

"Fluorescent flashes—"

"Stop!"

Vincent was one step late.

The strong light burst out from the wand made the entire classroom feel like a light bulb with super high power.

"Ah-my eyes!"

The golden retriever classmate who had just disappeared from his eyes and had a tragedy again.
To be continued...