HP Approaches the Magic World

Every day of the new semester made Harry feel uncomfortable.

I don't know what evil possessed Dumbledore, but Snape suddenly became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, which made him feel as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

Especially in sixth grade, he needed to choose advanced elective courses to cope with his new exams, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

To be precise, everything related to learning made him feel very uncomfortable. He now really wanted to become a warrior, just like other members of the Order of the Phoenix, and fight uprightly with Voldemort and Voldemort's followers, and

It's not like hiding in school to study.

But Dumbledore didn't allow it.

The other members of the Order of the Phoenix also had the same attitude. They did not want Harry to show excessive desire to fight, and they only hoped that Harry could stay in school safely according to their plan.

This is of course unlikely to happen.

But it is impossible to achieve, and it must be achieved, unless he wants to be expelled from Hogwarts and return to the Dursleys - such a result is absolutely unacceptable to Harry, so he still needs to be an obedient person.

student.

Especially in front of his dean, Professor McGonagall, he needs to show this look even more, especially this year he has become the captain of the Quidditch team and needs to do a lot of things - he is no longer the willful child.

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Moreover, under Professor McGonagall's semi-mandatory suggestion, he had already chosen Potions class and obtained his own course schedule and Quidditch team registration list.

I feel like my life has suddenly become busy.

Ron's and his class schedules were similar, or basically exactly the same, but their reactions were completely different.

Ron was very happy.

He took the class schedule and said happily: "Look, we have no classes now... there are no classes after recess... there are still no classes after lunch, that's great..."

It was as if he was showing off that he suddenly got something extraordinary.

The two of them returned to the common room, where there were only six or seven seventh-year students. Katie Bell was also there. She was the only remaining member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team that Harry had joined in his first year.

A team member.

"I knew you were going to get it. That's great."

The girl pointed to the captain's badge on Harry's chest and said loudly to him: "Remember to tell me during the tryouts!"

"Stop talking nonsense,"

Harry said: "You don't need to participate in the selection at all. I have watched you play for five years..."

"Don't do it in the first place."

The girl looked at Harry with a warning look: "You have to know that some people are much better than me.

There used to be some very good teams, but because the captain always let familiar faces play and let his friends join the team, the teams that played well were ruined..."

Her words made Ron feel a little uncomfortable. He lowered his head and played with Hermione's Spike UFO confiscated from the fourth grade students.

The Wolf Fang flying saucer flew around in the common room, roaring and biting the tapestry on the wall. Crookshanks stared at it with dazzling eyes, and made a hissing sound every time he saw the flying saucer flying over.

And whether it is a happy time or a depressed time, it is always short-lived.

An hour later, they reluctantly left the sunlit common room and went downstairs for Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons.

Hermione was already lined up outside the classroom, holding a lot of heavy books in her arms, looking like she had been abused.

"There's a lot of homework for the Magic Text class," she said anxiously, as Harry and Ron joined her in the queue: "A fifteen-inch article, two translations, and it still needs to be done before Wednesday.

After reading so many books!”

"What bad luck."

Ron yawned.

"Just wait,"

Hermione said angrily, "I bet Snape will give us a lot of homework too."

As she spoke, the classroom door opened and Snape walked into the corridor.

As before, his greasy black hair was parted from both sides, framing his sallow face.

The team immediately fell silent.

His voice was as cold as winter ice: "Come in."

When entering the classroom, Harry looked around.

Snape had imprinted his own personality on this classroom.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and there was only the dim light from the candles, making the light even dimmer than usual.

There are some pictures that have never been seen before on the wall. Many of the pictures show people suffering from pain, hideous wounds and bizarrely twisted body parts.

After the students sat down, no one said anything. They all turned to look at the ghastly pictures on the wall.

"I haven't asked you to take out the books yet."

Snape said as he closed the classroom door and walked behind the podium to face the whole class.

Hermione quickly threw the copy of "Encountering the Faceless Monster" back into her bag and stuffed it under the chair.

"I have something to say to you. I hope you will pay close attention."

His dark eyes swept across the upturned faces, staying on Harry's face slightly longer than others.

"So far, you must have had five teachers on this course."

presumably……

Harry thought bitterly: As if you never saw them come and go one by one, Snape, I hope you are next.

"Needless to say, these teachers all have their own teaching methods and teaching priorities.

In this chaotic situation, I am surprised that so many of you managed to pass the O.W.L.s in this course.

I would be even more surprised if you all could keep up with the advanced courses, because the content is much more advanced."

Snape stepped off the podium and walked around the classroom, speaking in a lower voice.

In order to see him, the students stretched their necks one by one.

"Dark magic," said Snape, "is of all kinds, variety, variety, and never-ending variety.

Fighting with them is like fighting a multi-headed monster. As soon as one head is cut off, a new one pops up, more vicious and cunning than the original one.

What you are facing is something unpredictable and indestructible."

Harry stared at Snape.

It was one thing to regard the Dark Arts as dangerous enemies, but quite another to speak of them with fondness and admiration, as Snape did.

"Therefore, your defense,"

Snape raised his voice slightly and said,

"It must also be as flexible and innovative as the black magic you need to deal with.

These pictures," he pointed at several of them as he walked, "vividly represent the conditions of those victims, for example, of being struck by the Cruciatus Curse."

He waved his hand and pointed at a witch who was obviously screaming in pain.

"Or feel the kiss of a dementor,"

A wizard huddled in the corner, eyes blank,

"Or be invaded by the Inferi,"

He pointed to a pool of blood.