The tears he couldn't help but shed, and every drop was filled with resentment towards the Dark Magic Defense Art Class.

Hogwarts, a famous school for a thousand-year-old, has fallen to the point where he wants to teach ragged defense.

The bright light comes and goes quickly.

Vincent, who was squatting under the desk with his head in his arms, was very glad that he had reacted quickly enough.

But even if he hid here at the first time, he was still not as fast as the Kiro on the podium.

Did this person do it on purpose?

Forget it without slow motion demonstration gestures, I didn’t even provide guidance on pronunciation.

"Big- Are you all okay?"

He still had a face that poked half of his head out.

Without the students clearly seeing it, Vincent found that he slightly let go of his hand holding the wand.

It was obvious that he pretended it on purpose.

He deliberately showed that he was a coward and deliberately showed that he was completely incapable of being a professor.

"Everyone - practice freely."

Quirrell sat back, but he was timid.

No matter what idea he or the back of his head is, Vincent's previous judgment is valid.

This black magic defense professor has made people feel too rough and too rough.

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Chapter completed!