HP Approaches the Magical World

Chapter 801: Defense Against the Dark Arts

Every day at the start of a new term made Harry feel uncomfortable.

Somehow Dumbledore was bewitched, and Snape suddenly became a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which made him feel as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

Especially in the sixth grade, he needs to choose the advanced class of elective courses to cope with his new exam, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

To be precise, everything related to learning made him feel very uncomfortable. Now he really wants to be a warrior, just like other members of the Order of the Phoenix, to fight with Voldemort and Voldemort's followers uprightly, and Not hiding in school to study.

But Dumbledore wouldn't allow it.

The other members of the Order of the Phoenix also had the same attitude. They didn't want Harry to show excessive desire to fight, and they only hoped that Harry could stay in the school safely and securely 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 go back to the Dursleys' house-this result is absolutely unbearable and acceptable to Harry, so he still needs to be an obedient 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 that wayward kid .

And under Professor McGonagall's semi-mandatory suggestion, he has already chosen Potions class, and got his own class schedule and the registration list for the Quidditch team.

I feel like my life is suddenly busy.

And Ron and his schedule are similar, or basically exactly the same, but the two people's reactions are completely different.

Ron was delighted.

Holding the timetable, he said happily: "Look, we don't have any class now... No class after recess... No class after lunch, that's great..."

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

The two of them went back to the common room. There were only six or seven seventh year students, and Katie Bell was there. players.

"I just figured you'd get it, nice."

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

"Stop talking stupid things,"

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 gave Harry a warning look: "You know, some people are much better than me at the game,

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

Her words made Ron feel a little uncomfortable, and he lowered his head to play with Hermione's mace confiscated from the fourth grade students.

The Spike flew around the common room, growling and biting the tapestry on the wall, and Crookshanks' eyes were fixed on it, hissing every time it saw the saucer coming.

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

An hour later, they reluctantly left the sun-drenched common room and went downstairs for their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Hermione was already lined up outside the classroom, holding a pile of heavy books in her arms, looking abused.

"There's a lot of homework for Runes," she said anxiously, as Harry and Ron joined her in the queue: "a fifteen-inch essay, two translations, and Wednesday Read so many books!"

"Unlucky."

Ron yawned.

"You wait,"

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

While she was speaking, the classroom door opened and Snape stepped into the corridor.

He was the same as before, his greasy black hair parted on the sides, framing his sallow face.

The team immediately fell silent.

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

Harry looked around as he entered the classroom.

Snape had already imprinted his own personality traits on the classroom.

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

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

After the students sat down, no one spoke, and all turned their heads to look at the eerie pictures on the wall.

"I haven't told you to take out your books yet."

Snape said, closing the classroom door, and walked to the back of the podium to face the whole class.

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

"I have something to say to you, and I hope your attention will be high."

His dark eyes scanned the upturned faces, lingering on Harry's face a little longer than the others.

"So far, you must have changed five teachers for this course."

presumably……

Harry thought bitterly: As if you never saw them come and go, Snape, I hope you'll be next.

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

With all this confusion, I'm amazed how many of you managed to barely pass your O.W.L.s in this class.

I would be even more amazed if you all followed up with the Advanced Class because it's much more advanced. "

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

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

"Dark magic," said Snape, "is of all kinds, of great variety, of infinite variety.

Fighting them was like fighting a many-headed monster, and as soon as one head was cut off, a new one popped up, fiercer and more cunning than the original one.

What you are facing is something unpredictable and indestructible. "

Harry stared at Snape.

It was one thing to value the Dark Arts as a dangerous enemy, and quite another to speak of them with fondness and admiration the way Snape did.

"Therefore, your defenses,"

Snape raised his voice slightly and said,

"It must also be as flexible and innovative as the dark arts you deal with.

These drawings," he pointed to some of them as he walked, "depict the conditions of the victims, for example, of the Cruciatus Curse,"

He waved at a witch who was clearly screaming in pain,

"Or feel the kiss of a dementor,"

A wizard curled up in a corner, his eyes lost,

"Or be invaded by the Inferi,"

He pointed to a pool of blood.