HP Magic Biography

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"Come in!"

Snape's voice was like from Jiuyou...like a wind blowing from hell, he couldn't help making everyone take it seriously, after all, not everyone could face Professor Snape peacefully.

Fanlin looked around after entering, as if he wanted to discover how Professor Snape's Defence Against the Dark Arts class was different from everyone before.

Take Quirrell, for example, it was full of garlic at the time, or Umbridge, a very standardized classroom note-taking process.

Of course, Professor Snape obviously cannot be in the same style as Umbridge. As for emulating Lupin and Sirius, everyone knows that this is a very difficult thing, it can be said that it is simply impossible.

Obviously Professor Snape had given his personality to the house; the curtains were all drawn down, the candles were lit, and it looked darker than before. The walls were decorated with new portraits, many of them painted people who looked painful, as if they had suffered terrible pain or had strangely deformed limbs.

It has the same style as the office in the basement. The difference is that it is not something like a medicine bottle that is used to affect everyone's mood this time.

Everyone sat down in silence, looking around at these gloomy, terrifying portraits.

"I didn't ask you to take out your textbooks," Professor Snape closed the door, turned and stood behind the podium and said to the class; Hermione hurriedly put "Fighting Faceless Monsters" back into her schoolbag and stuffed it under the chair. "Now I want you to listen to my words with all your attention."

His dark eyes swept across their faces looking up, and paused a little longer on Harry's.

Obviously, there is no difference between this and the potions class process, so be warned. However, it is more about a certain person, and it is obvious that this person has no second choice at all except Harry.

Fanlin was fine, but in Snape's eyes, Fanlin was nothing more than an arrogant little devil, even though he had taught Fanlin for a while.

"I believe you have been taught by five teachers so far."

"You believe... as if you didn't see them coming and going, Snape, I hope you are the next one," Harry thought viciously, if there is any way to get Snape to leave, even if it is. Asking Harry to pay a little price, Fanlin felt that Harry would readily agree.

"Naturally, these teachers have their own methods and focuses. This has led to the current chaos. I am surprised that so many people have passed the owls exam... Of course if you can manage to keep up with the higher I would be even more surprised if the newt course is on."

Snape began to pace around the room, speaking in a lower voice; the whole class reached their necks to keep Snape in sight.

"Black magic," Snape said, "There are many kinds, all kinds, constantly changing and eternal. Fighting against them is like dealing with a multi-headed monster. Every time a neck is cut, it will grow A more fierce and smarter head. You are fighting against something that is not fixed, constantly mutating, and indestructible."

Fanlin stared at Snape. There is no doubt that black magic is treated as a dangerous enemy, but why, from the tone in which Snape talks about them, reveals his sincere love?

I have to admit that black magic is very attractive. If possible, many of Fanlin’s casting skills and methods are derived from different black magic that Fanlin has been exposed to.

They are extremely powerful, at least thinking that compared to the current universal magic, in many cases, they are proficient in a kind of black magic, even if it is just a spell in the black magic, the battle between wizards will often produce some changes. The change.

This is power. Throughout the ages, countless wizards have followed the past. Of course, these magics are not good or bad. At least in Fanlin’s eyes, only effective magic can be regarded as real magic. However, many times , These effective magic will have some side effects.

This may be due to the imperfection of the spell itself, or the wizard's own problem, and now, both obviously exist, but in its current form, the latter has a bigger problem.

Fanlin was thinking about the positioning and feasibility of black magic while listening carefully to Snape's speech.

"Your defense," Snape said a little louder, "and therefore must be as flexible and creative as the spells you are trying to destroy. These pictures," he said, pointing to a few of them as he passed them. "Really exhibited how those people endured harm, for example, the Heart Drill" (He pointed his finger at a wizard who was screaming in pain) "Suffering from the Dementor's kiss" (The wizard looked dull and curled up Falling to the wall) "Or incur the attack of Yin Fei Li" (a **** mass on the ground).

"Then anyone has seen the corpse?" Parvati Petir shrieked. "Are you sure, he is using them?"

"The Dark Lord used Yin Fei Li in the past," Snape said. "This means that it is wise for you to imagine that he might activate them again. Now..." He walked towards the other side of the podium in the classroom, and The whole class watched his black robe twitching behind him again.

There is no wind, this is what Fanlin admires most, the invisible aura enveloped Professor Snape...

"...I believe you are completely new to using silent spells. What are the benefits of silent spells?"

Hermione's hand was raised. Snape took a leisurely look at everyone, and after making sure he had no choice, he said briefly, "Very well—Miss Granger?"

"Your opponent can't predict what kind of magic you are going to cast," Hermione said. "This can give you an instant advantage."

"This answer is an almost verbatim copy of the "Standard Spells, Sixth Level"," Snape said contemptuously (Malfoy snickered in the corner), "but it is generally correct. Yes, those are not. A person who can use magic by chanting a spell can achieve an unexpected effect for his spell. Of course, not all wizards can do this; the problem is that some people are very capable of concentrating their minds." He is hostile He stared at Harry again, "Lack."

Harry knew that Snape thought of their disastrous Occupational Cerebral course last year. He met Snape's gaze and glared at him like this until Snape looked away.

"So, this is what I want to teach you, that is, your first lesson in real defense against the dark arts at Hogwarts. Remember, never think that your enemy will yell like a fool. I want to remind you what spell he wants to release. Of course, this involves another technique."

"What is it, Professor?" Fanlin looked at Snape expectantly, and the answer was only a cold look from Snape.

Fan Lin immediately shut up. He didn't want to be confined. This is the first day of school. Today is unlucky enough. Professor McGonagall doubled his timetable and was educated by Hermione. Then there are many magic text assignments...

"You are separated now," Snape continued, "two in pairs. One tried to cast a spell on your partner silently. The other tried to resist the spell equally quietly. Let's get started."

Although Snape didn't know, Harry and Fanlin had taught at least half of the people in the classroom (all d.a...members) how to cast the Iron Armor Curse last year.

But no one can perform this magic without making a sound.

Gradually, a certain number of people started to cheat; many people simply chanted curses in low voices instead of loud ones. As a typical example, Hermione spent ten minutes trying to resist Neville's soft leg curse in a low voice, without making a sound. Any reasonable teacher would definitely award Gryffindor 20 points for this, but placed Snape obviously didn't work here.

Snape turned a blind eye to this, he completely ignored Hermione's side of Van Lin.

In his eyes, it is obvious that Miss Know-it-all and Mr. Boss have been permanently blacklisted by visitors, and the basic skills of this silent curse Snape taught Fanlin a few years ago. Obviously, the normal course of Defence Against the Dark Arts is not suitable for him, such as the opponent with Fanlin... pig head...

From the face alone, it can be vaguely seen that it is Seamus...

Fanlin is more like a teaching assistant to help his partner practice, but apparently Seamus is still reckless, he did not resist the temptation of the spell, or in other words, did not control the magic output...

This is normal, Seamus always did this before. Hogwarts's little blaster, if you use a magic wand to make some explosions in a lesson, I believe Seamus will be uncomfortable.

And Fanlin, who maintained the iron armor curse, bounced the curse back carelessly, and Seamus did not avoid it for the first time...

Hmm... this is a sad story, but Snape ignored it. Obviously, the professor was too lazy to think about it.

Compared to Fanlin and Hermione, it was obvious that Harry and Ron's team was more able to attract Professor Snape's attention.

He walked back and forth as they practiced, like an overgrown bat as before, and stopped to see Ron and Harry struggling to complete his task.

Ron seemed to be trying to cast a spell on Harry, his face was purplish red, his lips were closed tightly to resist the temptation to chant the spell. Harry held up his wand, waiting on pins and needles to resist the spell that never seemed to appear.

"Poor, Weasley," Snape said after waiting a while. "Look—I will show you—"

He quickly pointed his wand at Harry, and Harry reacted instinctively; he forgot all thoughts about silent spells, and yelled, "Armor!"

His Iron Armor Charm was so strong that Snape lost his balance and bumped into a desk. The whole class turned to them, now staring at Snape with a sullen face trying to support himself.

"Do you remember that I told you we were practicing silent spells, Potter?"

"Remember." Harry said stiffly.

"Remember, sir."

"You don't need to call me husband, professor."

The sentence slipped from Harry before he realized what he was saying.

Several students, including Hermione, took a deep breath.

But behind Snape, Ron, Dean, and Seamer all grinned appreciatively.

Obviously, inadvertently, Harry took a hand. And it's very leathery...

"In confinement, Saturday night, in my office," Snape said, "I don't allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter... even the ‘True Man’."

Snape's face was sullen, and Harry destroyed all the atmosphere he created at once, making a fool of himself and being humiliated...

The class after this clearly continued with a smile.

"It's so beautiful, Harry!" Ron smiled happily as they walked back to rest.

"You really shouldn't have said that," Hermione said, frowning at Ron. "what happened to you?"

"He was going to cast a spell on me, maybe you didn't notice it! Harry said angrily. "I've had enough of those Occlumency classes! Why didn't he use another guinea pig to demonstrate? What kind of trick is Dumbledore playing to teach him defense skills? Did you hear him talking about black magic? He loves them! All the ‘uncertain’, ‘indestructible’ nonsense—"

"Well," Hermione said, "I think he sounds a bit like you."

"like me?"

"Yes, you told us how you felt when facing Voldemort. You said it was not just a matter of reciting a lot of mantras, you said that it depends on you, your wisdom, and your courage—well, that’s not Is that what Snape said? Doesn't it boil down to brave and quick thinking?"

Harry's anger disappeared, because Hermione thought what he said was as worth remembering as "Standard Spell", so he didn't argue any more.

Regarding Harry's anger, it was obvious that Hermione still had a good way. This was not a difficult thing. Hermione alone could subdue the three of them.

"However, Harry, I think you still have a certain misunderstanding of black magic, in fact..." Fanlin just wanted to explain, but the voice that followed saved him a lot of steps.

"Harry! Hey, Harry!" Harry looked around; Jack Sloper, one of the Gryffindor Quidditch batsmen last year, was running towards him with a roll of parchment.

"For you," Sloper said, panting. "Listen, I heard you are the new captain. When will the selection begin?"

"I'm not sure yet," Harry said, and he privately felt that if Sloper could return to the team, he would have to expect a miracle.

"I will notify you."

"Oh, okay. I hope this weekend—" But Harry didn't listen; he just recognized the slender and slanted writing on the parchment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so he hurriedly pulled Van Hermione Lin and Ron ran away, leaving Sloper, who was half talking, unrolling the parchment as they ran.

Dear Harry: I want to start an extra lesson for you this Saturday. I hope you can come to my office at eight o'clock in the evening. Oh, don't forget, bring Fanlin, I think this is also needed. I wish you a pleasant first day back to school.

Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore

P.S.: I like sour lollipops.

"He likes sour lollipops?" Ron said puzzledly, and he leaned over to see this note.

"This is through the password of the stone beast outside his study," Fanlin said helplessly in a low voice.

"Ha! Snape will be upset...I can't go to confinement!" Harry seemed very excited, but some of the excitement came from Dumbledore. Fanlin didn't know it very well, but he was sure Yes, Harry was definitely happy to escape Snape.

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