Capítulo 44: Professor Quirrell and the Garlic Mystery
After finishing their herbology class, David realized he had a natural talent for caring for magical plants. Raising them wasn't all that different from handling magical creatures—both required an understanding of their unique characteristics and needs.
Hermione, however, didn't perform as well. While she excelled in answering questions and earned a few extra points, she was hesitant when dealing with plants and animals directly. Determined to make up for her perceived shortcomings, she dragged David to the library after class to study.
David, now serving as her unofficial tutor, didn't have much of a choice.
The next day brought Defense Against the Dark Arts, a class everyone eagerly anticipated. Whispers filled the halls as students speculated about what fascinating spells Professor Quirrell might teach.
When the class began, an intense smell of garlic wafted into the room, signaling Quirrell's arrival. Wrapped in a thick scarf despite the warm weather, he seemed oddly out of place.
As he approached the students, the garlic odor became unbearable.
"Professor, can't you take that scarf off? The smell is horrible!" Ron exclaimed, holding his nose.
Quirrell shrank back in alarm, clutching his scarf tightly. "No, no! I can't take it off."
"Why not?" Ron persisted.
Quirrell explained nervously, "I… I met a vampire in Romania. This garlic keeps him away! The scarf, it—it was a gift from an African prince. I helped him drive off some… resurrected zombies. The scarf protects me."
Though Seamus excitedly asked for details about the zombie encounter, Quirrell quickly changed the subject, commenting on the weather before diving into the textbook.
Excitement turned to frustration as Quirrell read directly from the book, ignoring Hermione's raised hand and avoiding any meaningful interaction with the class. His rapid, monotonous reading left little room for questions or discussion.
Hermione fumed. "He's not teaching anything useful! We're just reading what's in the book."
David shrugged. "Maybe he'll teach us something after the reading." But deep down, he also found Quirrell's behavior odd. The professor seemed particularly concerned about keeping his scarf secure
Later that night, after a day of classes, David decided to take a secret trip around Hogwarts. Using a spell from his magical creature guidebook, he turned invisible and slipped out of the Gryffindor dormitory.
As he passed Harry's bed, he noticed the boy thrashing in his sleep, clearly having a nightmare. Concerned, David whispered, "Don't worry, Harry. It's okay." His calm words seemed to help, and Harry settled back into a restless sleep.
As David wandered through the dark corridors, he spotted a fleeting figure turning a corner up ahead. Curious, he followed quietly. The person was tall, thin, and had flowing hair.
David's heart raced as he got closer, but just as he was about to catch up, the figure disappeared. Leaning against the wall where the figure had vanished, David pieced together the clues.
"That walk… that posture…" he muttered. "It looked exactly like Professor Snape."
But why would Snape be wandering the castle at this hour? And why did he seem so rushed?
David couldn't shake the feeling that he was forgetting something important—something about Snape's midnight excursion. He considered using the Pensieve in Dumbledore's office to recall the memory.
But how could he explain this to Dumbledore without revealing his secret nighttime activities?
Pushing the thought aside for now, David decided to return to his dormitory, determined to uncover the truth behind Snape's strange behavior another day.
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