Cardcaptor at Hogwarts

"I tell you my life experience, not to guide you to start a revolution or become a dark wizard. I am no longer young and have no energy for those things."

Grindelwald pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his legs:

"I'm just doing this to let you know my abilities. As one of the most accomplished dark wizards in the world, I know how to deal with dark magic better than any Auror."

"But you also know a lot about the dark arts, don't you?"

Grindelwald glanced at the speaker, compared the roster in his mind, and raised the corners of his mouth:

"Yes, and that is one of the lessons you need to learn, Miss Granger... After all, you can only deal with it better if you understand something, right?"

Nodding towards Hermione and continuing to look at the other students, Grindelwald said:

"I will do my best to guide you how to use magic...teach you how to use this unique power to protect yourself. I will explore your potential and tell you how to deal with danger."

"You may have noticed that there is no textbook for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year, because you don't need it. Now that Voldemort has been resurrected..."

Grindelwald looked at the students who were a little panicked because he pronounced that name, and frowned slightly:

"I can understand that you're afraid of his power, but if you can't even mention his name, then with all due respect, kids, you're not fit for this class."

"If you don't even dare to pull out your wand when facing a dark wizard, then my suggestion is that you might as well enjoy this time..."

With a wave of the magic wand, the classroom door was opened, and Grindelwald's eyes swept over the faces of the students:

"While you are still in the safety of Hogwarts, go and have fun! Get on a broomstick and fly around for a few times, taste any delicacies you have never tasted before, and tell the person you like that you like him... Why not How about doing more meaningful things while you are still alive?”

Grindelwald looked at the motionless students, stood up and opened his hands:

"Do you think I'm joking? No, I'm serious! If you all tremble because of a name, then what I teach in this class has no value to you and is a complete waste of life! Go ahead What are you waiting for?”

Looking at the still motionless students, Grindelwald suddenly realized:

"Or do you care about the eyes of the classmates around you, so you don't dare to go out? Don't be like this. After you are killed by the dark wizard, other people's eyes will have no meaning to you. Don't let yourself die for such a trivial matter. I still regret it: ‘Oh! Why didn’t I just go out and do what I wanted to do?’ That would be so sad!”

Grindelwald walked up to the student who was most frightened just now, bent down, put his hand gently on his shoulder, and lowered his voice:

"I remember your name was... Neville Longbottom, right?"

"Yes, Professor."

Neville winced and nodded.

"If you are so scared, why are you still insisting on taking this class? Do you think the results of this class can help you deal with Death Eaters?"

"...No, Professor."

Neville bit his lip.

"Then do you still want to take this course?"

"……think."

"Why?"

"..."

Looking at Neville who fell silent, Grindelwald was not in a hurry:

"Why are you so scared and still want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts? Why do you wave your wand in front of someone who scares you?"

"for……"

Neville's eyes gradually became firm.

"very good!"

Patting Neville on the shoulder, Grindelwald did not let him continue speaking, but asked him to turn his head and look at him:

"Remember the emotions that are flowing through you at this moment...that will be the source of your strength."

Straightening up, Grindelwald looked at the students:

"This is the first lesson I want to teach you. If you want to stay in this class, figure out why you wave your wand and why you want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts - you don't have to tell me the answer, just keep it in your heart. , you will have nothing to do with me after you die or graduate."

"But you should be very aware of the situation outside Hogwarts now, so don't deceive yourself and ask your own heart..."

Returning to the front of the classroom and looking at the students who were deep in thought, Grindelwald nodded:

"Okay, you can go back and think about the answer to the question while you are lying on the bed or alone. Now let's start class..."

In the first lesson, Grindelwald did not teach anything too in-depth. The teaching efficiency of just text was too low and did not meet Adam and his requirements.

So after class, Grindelwald looked at the students in front of him and said:

"Starting next week, the class location will be changed to the outside of the Forbidden Forest. I have asked your principal to prepare several areas in the Forbidden Forest for practice... What you need is practical teaching."

After this lesson, no one doubts Professor Grindelwald's words, because this is the reality they have to face.

After class, Grindelwald was pacing and planning to go to the principal's office for some snacks, but he was unexpectedly stopped by a student.

"Professor Grindelwald!"

Grindelwald turned around and looked at the student, his eyes lit up:

"Oh, Mr. Longbottom...I really liked the look in your eyes at that time. What's the matter?"

"I... I have some questions to ask..."

Looking at Neville, who was still a little timid but had a very firm look in his eyes, Grindelwald showed a caring professor's smile:

"No problem, come to my office."

Pushing the door of the office open, Grindelwald waved his wand, and a cushioned back stool was moved out from the corner. Grindelwald threw a silent clean-up stool on it:

"I haven't come to this office many times since it was assigned to me. If you can't find me, you can go to the portrait at the door of the principal's office to ask."

The dog-headed man brought back from Egypt by Adam is now responsible for helping Adam guard the door.

However, if you really just regard it as a simple portrait, then the Anubis scale hidden in the portrait and the motionless basilisk will teach him to be a good person in the next life-but under normal circumstances, it will not be used.

After snapping his fingers and asking the house elf to prepare a cup of milk tea for him and Neville, Grindelwald crossed his legs and sat on the chair, looking at Neville and said:

"What's your problem?"

"Professor Grindelwald, I... I don't have a good talent for magic, can I learn the Defense Against the Dark Arts class well?"