Defense against the cabbage face class

Faced with Taylor's surprise attack, Luke suddenly didn't know what to do. But his first reaction was realistic.

He looked at Taylor's hand nervously, and only relaxed when he saw the small ball with a silent barrier in her hand.

He admitted that in the magical world, there is no such thing as prophecy. Because this thing can be developed into a discipline, naturally there is enough theoretical basis...

Well, even if the theoretical basis is a little outrageous, but the case basis here is sufficient.

Whether it is a prophet or a magician, they are all real and true in this world.

Not to mention, in this castle, there is a prophet who underestimated himself.

So people like Taylor's grandmother are not trusted in the mainstream cognition of the wizarding world.

After all, even Dumbledore did not have too much trust in prophecy.

But Luke is different...

His character is based on the memories of the not-so-complete foodie youth in his previous life, the current physical condition of this child, as well as the systematic education of the aristocracy and the common sense education of the wizarding world, the three influence each other formed between.

This has led to his attitude towards prophecy, believing, but only a little bit.

The blind obedience of Taylor in front of him made it difficult for him to adapt for a while.

"You're...very dangerous." After a while, Luke could only suffocate such a sentence.

While Taylor looked at his complicated face, she showed a shallow smile.

"My grandmother taught me to be decisive in doing things. So as to not regret it."

Luke couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth after all.

"I don't think decisiveness and recklessness are the same things," he said, shaking his head. "You'd better not share this news with anyone else."

Taylor nodded with a smile and put the ball back in her pocket.

Only then did Luke realize that he could feel the existence of the sound barrier only when he noticed the small ball.

When the barrier was unfolding before, he didn't notice it.

 Obviously, this small ball is also a very high-quality magic item.

Of course, although he hasn't seen a similar effect, Luke with similar quality has really seen a lot of items. So there is no human trademark quality such as greed.

"If you want to know more, I'll tell you when I get a chance."

Taylor smiled slyly at Luke, then yawned heavily, lying on the table to rest.

The messy blond hair covered her face again. Like a layer of gauze, people can not see the real face.

Luke breathed a long sigh of relief, The biggest characteristic of Taylor is the identity of the Legilimency. And now, this so-called "innate magic" is also related to this.

Luke is not very interested in this special magic, which is probably mediated by singing.

"But Slytherin's innate magic... Maybe I can look forward to it?"

Luke thought secretly in his heart.

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Learning and life are going on normally. After taking the boring history of magic class mixed with important information, Luke finally ushered in the second lesson, which is also the one he is looking forward to.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"It's boring, Luke." During breakfast, Marcus shook his head when they chatted with Luke, and said with a look of disgust, "Professor Quirrell is one of the many people who have taught Defence Against the Dark Arts classes over the years. One of the worst teachers."

"But..." Gemma shook her head and said to Luke, "Professor Quirrell should be very familiar with dark magic... From what he said. If you listen carefully, you can still hear a lot of key points, even some unique tricks. But it may be because he is not very good at lecturing. The overall effect is really average."

After listening to Gemma's words, Luke nodded seriously and said, "I see, I will listen to the class seriously."

But in fact, there were more or fewer doubts in his heart.

In his memory, Quirrell wasn't a problem with the quality of the class. He is a typical example of just telling stories without going to class. The difference between Lockhart and Quirrell is...

Some people believe Lockhart's lies, but Quirrell's lies are not believed.

And now, Quirrell is actually lecturing normally? That in itself is pretty silly.

Luke thought it was Voldemort's fault, but what could change Voldemort's attitude?

No matter how Luke thought about it, he felt that it was his own problem.

But...if he remembered correctly, Voldemort's attitude towards the Gaunts was not good. His uncle took the blame for him after he modified his memory.

Could Voldemort have goodwill towards a member of the Gaunt family like himself?

Luke didn't know, but before the class, he carefully checked his wand and brought those small magical items with protective effects.

Now that Voldemort is half-dead, this kind of defense can play a little role more or less.

At this time, Luke was extremely hopeful that the system could give him an item that would increase his immediate combat power. Otherwise, he felt like he would be a little out of place after facing a somewhat recovered Voldemort.

What should come will always come.

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he followed a group of Slytherin students into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Luke saw Quirrell sitting in his place with his head bowed, wondering what he was doing.

The first time Luke saw him, Quirrell's mood was so complicated that it exploded.

There is anticipation and despair; madness and cowardice; greed and guilt.

It is not unusual for these emotions to appear in a person. It is not uncommon for some of them to appear in one person at the same time. Because people are complex.

But this situation where such tit-for-tat sentiments have similar proportions is really rare.

But this made Luke heave a sigh of relief.

Because this means that Voldemort's situation is worse than Luke expected. He couldn't even completely suppress Quirrell's emotions, whose willpower had initially collapsed.

Soon, the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students had their places ready. Luke sat in the corner against the wall, and Malfoy shook off Crabbe and Goyle and wanted to sit next to Luke, but Taylor took the lead.

To drive people away would seem like he's chasing Luke too much. His modesty would not allow him to do so. So he could only walk back to Crabbe and Goyle.

Look at these two followers of your own. Looking at their fleshy and stupid faces. Malfoy couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, before he could think about it, a confident and arrogant voice came to his ear.

"Now, let's start the class. "