The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. Quirrell glanced around the class in an anxious manner.

"W-w-we will begin the y-year with learning about The C-Curse of B-B-Bogies.."