Chapter 14: Leg-locker curse!

The man seemed to be extremely nervous, he was afraid of his footsteps when he was walking, with a turban on his head, twitching eyes, and his face was pale.

It is Quirinus Quirrell, Professor Quirrell.

Wilkes narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the turban on Professor Quirrell's head as if through the turban, he had seen a fierce face.

At the same time, Professor Quirrell suddenly turned his head and stared in the direction where Wilkes was sitting, seeming to have noticed his gaze.

But in an instant, he resumed his stumbling look again.

"Way... Wilkes." Luna, on the side, was taken aback, put her hand on Wilkes's hand, and pulled him.

Wilkes looked funny. Professor Quirrell wasn't staring at her, but he took advantage of this moment and gently held Luna's hand:

"It's okay. He is our Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor."

Luna suddenly realized, but when she wanted to release her hand, she found that Wilkes's hand was holding hers instead, and there was no sign that Wilkes will remove it.

She looked up at Wilkes again, only to find that he was staring at her.

Luna's face turned red, and she didn't say anything, but she also looked at the professor, who had already started the lecture.

Professor Quirrell stood on the professor's stage, stammering, and began to say:

"Big... hello everyone, I am you... the Defense Against the Dark Arts class's teacher... Professor, you can call me Qi... Professor Quirrell."

"Hello, Professor Quirrell!" Ravenclaw's students were obviously very polite.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell!" Hufflepuff's students said in unison.

Professor Quirrell seemed to be taken aback, shaking all over, but soon began to teach.

The first-year course did not have much helpful knowledge for him. Professor Quirrell explained for a long time, and Wilkes only focused on the more important ones.

"Little...little devil is a magical creature that can only be seen in England...Britain, and Ireland. They are about the same height as the little...elf...there is not much difference, at six...six to eight inches. Between." Quirrell's teaching efficiency was obviously not high because of pretending to stammer.

But he always explained the essential points.

"Little devil can't fly like little... little elves, and they don't have the bright colors like them...Colors, little devil's colors are usually...usually darker, ranging from dark brown to black...black."

"They usually live...in moist and soft environments, such as near the riverbank..., where the food is mainly insects. It...They have very similar breeding habits with fairies...similar."

"Because... because they are not harmful to wizards, but sometimes to find... happiness and a better place, they will walk carelessly, so... so they are rated as 'XX' level magic by the Ministry of Magic."

Speaking of this, Professor Quirrell suddenly took out his wand from the wizard's robe, and then Professor Quirrell said:

"But they are still a kind of valuable...valuable magical material. When we encounter them, generally the best way is to use the 'leg-locker curse,' which can subdue them and keep them intact. To catch... capture them and use them as materials for refining certain magic... potions."

Quirrell looked dumbfounded and timid, raised his wand, and began to shake it, demonstrating the magic.

"Locomotor Mortis!" Quirrell said.

Using the curse, Quirrell did not stammer at all.

"Well, you...you can try it too, but don't tell your classmates...use it."

Suddenly, the classroom was full of "Locomotor Mortis," and everyone held their magic wands and started waving them.

"Wilkes, don't you try it, the leg-locker curse, it seems very interesting." Luna looked at Wilkes, who was motionless, with a curious look.

Wilkes curled his mouth and picked up his wand.

But the most important thing was that he had practiced and mastered this curse more than ten days before the beginning of school, and it was unexpectedly simple.

Looking at Wilkes, who was still unmoving, Luna glanced at the hand-holding, her face turned red, and she picked up the wand in her right hand and started to try.

"Locomotor Mortis!"

"Locomotor Mortis!"

"Locomotor Mortis!"

Luna practiced hard.

Wilkes shook his head, released the left hand, and grabbed Luna's right hand, then waved it gently: "You are wrong. It is written in the book. The swing of the wand does not need to be too large. Just say the curse emotionally."

Unlike the native wizards in the Harry Potter world, Wilkes, as an outsider, is more hardworking or interested in magic to a certain level.

Therefore, as recorded in the textbook, Wilkes remembered it after reading it once, and the interest always made learning easy.

"Then can you demonstrate it, Wilkes?" Luna said softly with a startled look in her eyes.

"Of course!" Wilkes took out his wand, the one pre-ordered from Ollivander, thirteen and one-half inches, yew, dragon nerves, and an extremely powerful wand.

Looking around, Wilkes suddenly had an inspiration and looked at Professor Quirrell on the professor's stage.

"You." Wilkes had an evil smile on his face, making Luna look at him with suspicious-filled eyes.

"Locomotor Mortis!" Wilkes directly activated the magic power and also used "upgrade" in advance!

Using" Upgrade," it consumes twice the magic power of the ordinary "leg-locker curse," and Wilkes's curse shot at Professor Quirrell on the stage almost like lightning!