On Tuesday, Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was practically a disaster.
Fortunately, Kyle's expectations for Defense Against the Dark Arts were already very low.
As early as the start-of-term feast, the moment he saw Professor Quirrell's appearance, Kyle had given up hope for this subject.
Professor Quirrell was of a very tall stature, with a pallid complexion, and scars often sandwiching the wrinkles of his face.
Although he wore robes, they were dirty and tattered, looking as if they hadn't been mended or washed in over a decade.
Compared to the suave, gentle, and refined Professor Hiddleston from last semester, Quirrell's style was truly unbelievably shabby.
Moreover, his stuttering English was laced with a thick curry flavor, making him only half-understandable.
Added to that was the strange turban wrapped around his head, which made him look even more like a stereotypical Indian.
Listening to people gossip in private, it turned out Professor Quirrell had also been a top student from Ravenclaw. However, after graduating, he couldn't find a job and didn't know any other trade, so he grew poorer and poorer, until he was reduced to risking his life to come to Hogwarts to serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
The moment Professor Quirrell arrived in the classroom, that thick smell of garlic immediately filled the entire space.
All the little wizards pinched their noses in disgust.
Kyle hurriedly pulled out his wand and cast a Bubble-Head Charm on himself, Hannah, and Hermione, barely avoiding the danger of asphyxiation.
Seeing the look of disgust on all the students' faces, Professor Quirrell's face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead popped out one by one: "I do this... to... drive away a vampire!"
He told the little wizards about his experience in Romania, where he used garlic to drive away a vampire, and explained that he kept this garlic smell on him because he was afraid that vampire would come back and catch him.
After recounting a segment of his legendary experience, Professor Quirrell's flushed face gradually returned to normal, and he began to talk about his other experiences.
He said his large turban was a gift from an African prince, given to thank him for helping the prince get rid of a troublesome zombie.
However, no one could say they truly believed this story of his.
A little lion from Gryffindor raised his hand and asked him, "Professor, did you really defeat a zombie?"
Professor Quirrell looked at the little wizard who asked him, wearing an expression of disdain, as if arguing was beneath him.
A little eagle then asked, "Then, Professor, exactly how did you defeat the zombie?"
Professor Quirrell immediately looked dejected and uneasy; a layer of gray cast over his face, and he muttered something in his curry-flavored English that not a single little wizard in the audience could understand.
The students all burst into laughter; the air inside and outside the classroom was filled with a jovial atmosphere.
Professor Quirrell knew he couldn't continue on this topic, so he had no choice but to ask questions of the little wizards.
He looked toward a certain little wizard whose head was encased in a Bubble-Head Charm, looking just like a Celestial Dragon.
"Mr. Dumbledore, do you know the definition of Dark Magic?"
Kyle gave a slight nod.
Professor Quirrell said, "Then could you please give a general explanation?"
Kyle felt a bit of disdain. Does a man who looks like a beggar deserve to question him?
However, he stood up and answered anyway.
"Dark Magic refers to those evil magics that primarily aim to harm others and can cause severe injury to people."
"Very good, please sit down. Five points to Hufflepuff."
The afternoon's History of Magic was simply boring to the extreme.
This was the only course at Hogwarts taught by a ghost—a lecture delivered by a thousand-year-old antique. What could one possibly expect from his teaching style?
During class, Professor Binns spoke endlessly in a monotone voice. Sitting in the back row of the classroom, Kyle took off his wizard robes and draped them over a life-sized alchemy puppet.
Then, under the incredulous gazes of Hermione and Hannah, Kyle sneakily slipped out of the classroom.
Hermione: !!!
Hannah: ???
You can do that?
It wasn't until dinner time in the evening that the two of them saw Kyle again in the Great Hall.
"How could you skip class! Even if it is Professor Binns's History of Magic! This kind of behavior..."
The moment she saw Kyle, the well-behaved Hermione put her hands on her hips and scolded Kyle with a crackling barrage of words.
Hannah was right beside her, nodding repeatedly.
Looking at the aggressive Little Beaver, Kyle found it somewhat amusing and rubbed her head. "Next time I skip History of Magic, I'll take you guys with me."
Hermione slapped Kyle's hand away grumpily. "Don't think about corrupting the two of us!"
The blonde loli also stood on the same front line as Hermione.
"I'll take you to the Forbidden Forest to ride Hippogriffs."
"Please absolutely take me with you next time you skip class!" Hannah instantly lost her original stance.
Hermione: ???
Why did you defect so quickly! Hannah!
Wednesday night at the Astronomy Tower. Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were having their Astronomy class here.
Hannah looked at the life-sized alchemy puppet beside her, which was wearing Kyle's wizard robes, and stomped her feet in anger.
"Kyle, you big liar!"
Hearing the dim-witted Hannah's words, the Little Beaver rolled her eyes.
Hannah, that iron-headed goofball, she actually believed a line like "take you to the Forbidden Forest to ride Hippogriffs," which sounded exactly like something a "Weird Uncle" would say.
She really didn't know where to start roasting her.
However, compared to Kyle's truant behavior, Hermione felt the most important thing right now was still to find Dumbledore and report Kyle for stockpiling munitions.
Yet, all the way until Friday, the Little Beaver hadn't succeeded in finding an opportunity to meet Headmaster Dumbledore alone to report Kyle and his group for hoarding weapons of mass destruction.
It wasn't that she hadn't considered finding Professor McGonagall, but she felt that matters regarding the Dumbledore family were best handled by Dumbledore.
At the Gryffindor table, Harry asked Ron while putting sugar in his oatmeal, "What classes do we have today?"
"Double Potions with the Slytherin students."
Ron spoke with sighs and groans.
"Snape is the Head of Slytherin House. They say he favors his own students. Now we can see if that's really true."
Hearing their conversation, the glum-faced Hermione's expression eased slightly. She turned her head and said to the two:
"Don't worry, I heard from Kyle that Professor Snape is a very good person."
"A very good person?" Ron cried out in disbelief.
"I heard George and Fred say that Snape is essentially a giant bat spirit wearing human skin!"
A gloomy voice came from behind the two of them. "Bat spirit?"
Ron almost fell under the table.
Hermione, who was also startled, glared at Kyle reproachfully. "Can you not be so scary next time!"
"Sorry, my bad." Kyle spread his hands with zero sincerity.
Then he lowered his voice. "I can tell you something about Professor Snape, about why he always has a gloomy face."
After fighting side-by-side with Snape in the Forbidden Forest previously, Kyle had gone to Dumbledore to ask for some gossip about Snape.
Regarding Snape's past, Dumbledore had told Kyle a portion of the story.
Harry and Ron were obviously attracted by the gossip. Although the Little Beaver looked uninterested, she very honestly perked up her ears in preparation.
"Professor Snape once..."
Before the words could leave his mouth, a black hand grabbed Kyle by the ear.
"Professor Snape once taught me magic! That's why I say he is a very good person! My admiration for him is like the water of the Rhine River, surging endlessly and flowing without cease!"
The black hand on Kyle's ear released its grip.
Watching the old bat gradually walk away, the Golden Trio all looked at Kyle with bewildered faces.
How can this person produce flattery right off the top of his head?
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