My Wife's Name is Luna at Hogwarts

"Oh, my friend, this is really unfortunate!" Klein looked sad.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Now you are happy. The House Cup must belong to you Ravenclaws."

Klein smiled bitterly, "Hermione, you know I don't want this either!"

Hermione wrinkled her nose and raised her chin slightly, "Of course I know this! But...if you help me get some books from the restricted area to read this weekend, I will forgive you! You know, the general area of ​​the library I have almost finished reading all the books. If there are no new books, I will have to read those books a second time."

"Of course it's fine!"

The two of them joked with Harry for a while, because the next lesson was Defense Against the Dark Arts, so the three of them packed up their textbooks and headed to the classroom together. To be honest, they were all Hermione's textbooks, because Quirrell taught Dark Arts. Magic Defense is actually the animal world.

There is no need for brains or textbooks to go to class. In the past, it was just a matter of listening and having fun. Hermione was probably the only one in the whole grade who would go out of her way to bring a bunch of books.

The three of them came to the classroom and greeted Neville who was doing push-ups next to the desk and chair as usual.Well, to be honest, Defense Against the Dark Arts is actually Neville's favorite subject, because Quirrell's classroom is the only professor who can ignore him doing exercises in the classroom!

In fact, Neville has always felt aggrieved. Wouldn't it be twice as efficient if he was practicing and listening carefully to the lectures at the same time?For some reason, the professors kept interrupting him.

The three of them sat down next to Ron in the classroom. Ron snorted with an unhappy look on his face, but didn't say much. After all, in this situation, everyone except the three of them was ostracizing him.

Not long after, Quirrell came in carrying a cage covered with black cloth. Quirrell seemed to be particularly weak today, and his speech was stuttering more than usual. He tremblingly raised the cage in his hand.

"Because many people reacted that my classes had no connection with magic, which led to me, uh, running into some minor troubles.

Although I personally still think that I shouldn't teach you anything related to Dark Arts, even Defense Against the Dark Arts, it's too dangerous!But since the vast majority of you don't think so, then okay, you win, I will formally teach you today how to deal with one kind of extreme. Dangerous magic - magical creatures! "

The little wizards who had already laid down and got ready for sleep couldn't believe their ears!

Oh my gosh!What kind of crazy guy dares to report the professor?

Well done!

God knows this semester is almost over, but I can actually see a real Defense Against the Dark Arts?

The little wizards who were originally sleepy and had adjusted their sleep state suddenly woke up and discussed with great interest what was in Quirrell's black cloth cage?

Quirrell did not disappoint everyone, using his unique gloomy and stuttering tone, he said intermittently, "In this land called England, there lives an extremely evil magical creature. , they often hang around the dark wizards all year round, and even the white wizards cannot do without it! It has a hateful face, and looks harmless on the surface, but in fact it is... But it has no pleasure! It lies day and night, and only the dead night is its hunting time. Its temperament is ferocious, its claws and teeth are sharp, it is just..."

……

Quirrell then pulled the black cloth on the cage and said, "England - fat chicken with a round face!"

As the black cloth was torn off, everyone saw a cute owl in the cage. It looked at everyone with innocent faces and made two "coo" sounds.

Good guy!Everyone is so cool!You shouldn't expect Professor Quirrell to come up with any serious Defense Against the Dark Arts!The little wizards once again lay on the table with bored expressions and planned to sleep!

……

Quirrell didn't care, and started to perform on the podium, how he caught an owl with his bare hands and was pecked!Then he asked Klein to go on stage to demonstrate, and was pecked again. In the name of a teaching accident, Klein was compensated with another 10 points!

The class was quickly spent with the little wizards sleeping. After class, Quirrell followed the usual practice and invited Klein to his office on the grounds of rewarding Klein for his heroic and fearless performance!

Arriving at Quirrell's dark and narrow office again, Klein walked straight in like an old man, and sat carelessly on Quirrell's chair. He raised his feet and placed them on the table in front of him, with a comfortable look on his face. He said, "Tell me, why are you looking for me this time? Your plan to steal the magic stone didn't go well last night?"

Quirrell stood respectfully beside Klein, with uncontrollable panic and fear in his words, "Your Majesty, Klein, something has happened! You must help me!"

This made Klein interested and a little surprised, "Oh! What happened last night? To make you act like this? Isn't the news I heard very good? Snape was led away, so did you There is no suspicion, it can’t be that you were too slow and Snape blocked you in again after he came back, right?”

Quirrell explained tremblingly, "Not really, although there are some mechanisms under the door, but under the guidance of the master, it is not difficult to pass through! I am very We will soon reach the last floor, and you will never guess what I will see inside!"

What else could it be?Isn't it the magic mirror?Klein rolled his eyes and asked cooperatively, "Oh! Tell me, what's in there?"

"Mirror of Erised!" Quirrell said with fear on his face, "That is really a terrible mirror! The master said that the magic stone is in this mirror, although I don't know how. I put it in, but in the end no matter what I tried, I couldn't get the Magic Stone out of the mirror. Time was tight and there was no other way. The master could only do it himself... Then...then..."

"What happened next? You should tell me quickly!" Klein was speechless. Listening to Quirrell's words, he was really anxious to death!

"Then, the master-the master is gone! The master was seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep. No matter what I did, I couldn't wake him up. There is only one way to save the master now!" Quirrell said. Look at Klein with hopeful eyes!

"The blood of the unicorn, right? I understand! I can help you catch it, but I promised not to kill the unicorn, so you can eat the curse yourself! And after that, the remaining horn, Mao Ah, it's all mine!" Klein lay lazily on the chair, leaning on the table with his feet to sway.

"Of course, as long as I can save you, I will return to my Lord..."