During the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Quirrell bumbled and stammered his way through the textbook. It was tedious, and the pungent smell of garlic radiating from him was almost unbearable.
The other students sat as far away as possible in the back rows, leaving only Cyrus in the front row, interacting with Quirrell at close range.
"S-S-So... although red caps m-m-might look w-weak and small, if you're not careful, y-y-you'll be ambushed. They are... e-extremely troublesome little creatures. A-Alright, class dismissed."
Chapter 23