HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Chapter 29 Surprise? Quirrell, ugh.

Landric surveyed the entire classroom and found that, apart from Draco, who, with his help, had managed to make the match and needle work somewhat, only Granger had managed to alter the match's appearance.

He looked down at the needle in his hand and suddenly realized that he had been misunderstanding the average reserves per person in the magical world all along.

Landric's suspicions began to form. If he wasn't mistaken, perhaps a surprise awaited him...

Unable to confirm his suspicions, Landric simply set aside the matter and focused his attention on Granger.

Granger's talent is undeniable!

This was only the first lesson, and many of the young wizards hadn't even fully mastered the correct way to hold a wand. Granger, however, was already skillfully wielding magic and beginning to unleash its power.

You should know that there are quite a few pure-blooded young wizards in this class!

Having grown up in a magical family environment, their theoretical knowledge of magic, while not necessarily profound, was certainly no less than that of Granger, the Muggle-born wizard. Yet, faced with the practical application before them, they were utterly helpless and at a loss.

Having a wealth of theoretical knowledge does not necessarily equate to having strong practical combat skills, but at this moment, Granger's outstanding performance in actual combat has already begun to show his potential.

Landric couldn't help but quietly focus more of his attention on Granger.

As if by telepathy, Granger seemed to keenly sense his attention as well. When the bell rang, she instinctively turned around and met Landric's gaze.

Landric's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

In an instant, a faint blush spread across Granger's originally fair face.

At this moment, even Granger himself had to admit that the allure of a beautiful woman was immense! No wonder his Slytherin brother's people were so clingy to him.

However, Granger didn't linger for long. He nodded slightly to Landric in return and hurriedly left with the book in his arms.

For her, the allure of knowledge was far greater.

……

"Bro, is that silly lion handsome?"

"?" He clearly didn't understand.

"That one just now!"

"To be fair, Granger isn't bad-looking." Landric knew it; no wonder he had been secretly observing Granger, but he was still discovered.

"Oh, Granger isn't bad looking~" Draco said sarcastically.

Landric's fist hardened! He wanted to reach out and ruffle Draco's hair, but couldn't because of the hairspray covering his head.

"Let's go, I have a spell class this afternoon." Landric decided to avoid seeing it and packed his things, heading straight out of the classroom.

Draco seemed to sense Landric's displeasure and immediately followed.

"Brother~" Draco said, looking aggrieved.

Landric slowed down and waved his hand behind him. Draco immediately understood and caught up with Landric, grabbing his hand.

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After attending Professor McGonagall's brilliant and engaging class, Landric was filled with anticipation for the rest of his Hogwarts lessons.

However... it only lasted until the morning.

Who could have predicted that?

Poor Landric never imagined that his nose would one day suffer a "crushing blow" from a professor!

That afternoon, the moment the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher stepped into the classroom, an indescribable, nauseating odor instantly filled the air. This stench seemed alive, drilling straight into Landric's nostrils, almost suffocating him.

Throughout the class, Landric was on pins and needles, struggling to endure the pungent smell while fearing he would be assimilated by it.

He even considered finding a crack in the ground to hide in, so as not to be tainted by the terrifying smell emanating from the professor.

Seeing this, the other students quickly followed suit and moved away from Professor Quirrell, as if he carried some kind of deadly plague. In the blink of an eye, a large area centered on Professor Quirrell was cleared, forming a clear "vacuum zone".

Draco reacted quickly, grabbing Landric beside him and hastily hiding behind Goyle and Crabbe's burly bodies.

They tried to use this thick "human wall" to block the nauseating smell of garlic and other foul odors mixed together. But it was in vain.

Poor Landric desperately covered his mouth and nose, using all his strength to barely suppress the nausea churning in his stomach. It felt like countless tiny insects were crawling deep in his throat, making him want to vomit.

We must find a powerful magic spell that can completely purify the air! A professor who never showers is a nightmare!

Don't get involved!

Landric cursed inwardly. At this moment, his feelings towards Professor Quirrell went beyond mere dislike; they had escalated to a level of physical aversion.

The thought of having to endure this torment for a long time made Landric feel like he was about to collapse.

"Ugh," "Ugh~"...

It is well known that when one person starts vomiting, it is extremely easy to trigger a conditioned reflex in others to vomit as well. Landric practically ran out of the classroom; Draco almost couldn't catch him, and Goyle and Crabbe were even less likely to.

She practically rushed all the way back to her dorm, without even noticing Snape on the way.

Draco stopped and greeted Snape, "The Godfather."

"What happened to Rand?"

"Godfather, my brother is a bit of a germaphobe and can't stand bad smells. We just finished a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and he's feeling really unwell..."

Snape, his face grim, stormed back into the basement as if he wanted to kill someone. "You, come here!"

"Hey, but I want to..."

"Come here, go get two bottles of magic potions."

"Fine, but Godfather, why don't you do it yourself..." Draco shut his mouth under Snape's sharp gaze.

"Well, it seems this godson is already giving orders to his godfather?"

Draco: You're so damn talkative!

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Landric hurried back to his dormitory, rushed to the mirror in the bathroom, and finally couldn't hold it in any longer. "Ugh!"

He definitely will!

"Ugh~"

You must learn it!

"vomit!"

Protect your sense of smell!

"vomit."

The curse!

Why doesn't Quirrell just die? What's the point of him living in this world?!

Landric gagged for a long time, still feeling the stench lingering in front of his nose.

Wait a minute! Could I have been poisoned by the smell of yan?

Landric was filled with rage and wanted nothing more than to kill Quirrell. The little man in the mirror looked at the pitiful little man in the mirror, but what he was thinking about was how to kill Quirrell.

It has to be said that when a person is in a terrible mood, they often have an extreme impulse, as if they can't stand anyone and just want to get rid of all the people who are bothering them.

Landric took a shower, picked up his wand, and went to the library.

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Draco missed.

Draco: I'm the one who's been wronged.