Harry Potter Reborn

Defense Against the Dark Arts for the fourth years of Gryffindor is on Thursday.

The next two days were uneventful and nothing happened.

Only Neville burned the crucible again in Potions class. This was already the sixth crucible he had burned.

Professor Snape also went from being furious at the beginning to now calmly saying: "Ah, what a big deal."

Then Neville was unceremoniously punished to stay in school for the week, one day cleaning the trophies in the trophy room, and the other day helping Hagrid with the work in the Forbidden Forest.

It's strange to say that Potions and Herbology classes have a lot in common, but Neville can get very good results in Herbology class, but in Potions class, he is extremely miserable. Snape glanced at him

, can scare Neville so much that his hands tremble for half an hour.

"Professor, I heard that you are now our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Draco Malfoy said with a smile before class ended.

It was obvious that Snape was extremely happy when Malfoy brought up this topic.

In the entire Hogwarts, no one knew that Snape particularly wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Snape was dissatisfied with every previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

I have to apply to be the professor of this course every year, but Principal Dumbledore doesn't agree to it every year, and then I never forget it every year.

Now that his long-cherished wish has finally come true as he becomes the vice-principal, he can't wait to grab everyone and announce this matter loudly on the first day it becomes a reality.

If he doesn't make a sound, he will be walking at night in brocade clothes and feeling uncomfortable all over.

But he couldn't speak out, otherwise it would look like he cared less about this appointment.

Malfoy mentioned this matter calmly in front of everyone, which made Snape feel sore all over, which was so comfortable.

"Being Malfoy's godfather seems to have some benefits." Snape thought to himself.

He held back his pride, raised his neck slightly and said, "Yes, starting from this semester, in addition to continuing to be the professor of your Potions class, I will also be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Little did he know that his face was filled with smiles.

"I will truly teach you how to resist all kinds of dark magic and dangerous creatures. I am not comparable to your former half-hearted professor," Snape said.

Malfoy cooperated with a look of surprise on his face.

After class.

Harry and Hermione walked out side by side. Harry said with a solemn expression: "I didn't know that Malfoy and Snape were capable of cross talk. One of them complimented and the other teased, but they were able to cooperate."

In any case, with the fourth years of Gryffindor and Slytherin eagerly awaiting, Snape's first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson arrived.

After lunch on Thursday, before the school bell rang, fifty or sixty students lined up outside Snape's classroom early.

This is how Defense Against the Dark Arts has tortured me a thousand times. I treat Defense Against the Dark Arts like my first love.

For more than ten years, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, except for Professor Lupin last year, were all right. Other professors have broken the hearts of Hogwarts students time and time again and let them down again and again. But every year, the most anticipated course

It's still Defense Against the Dark Arts.

After all, this is the course where you can learn the essence of magic.

Those dazzling and powerful magics can only be taught in this class.

When Professor Snape arrived, Harry and Hermione followed him calmly.

Seeing that class was about to begin, others were waiting at the door in anticipation of the class, but Harry was hanging behind him with a nonchalant expression. Snape was furious.

What? Do you have a problem with me? Or are the classes I teach just not attractive at all?

Harry said in a voice that was just right for Snape to hear: "Professor Snape's class has started. Why are the students so bad at learning black magic? It's probably just an act. An Avada Kedavra will be enough."

Hermione laughed so hard that she pinched Harry hard, as if it could stop her laughter.

Snape walked quickly, moving away from Harry.

After the students entered the classroom, they took out their respective copies of "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense" and placed them on the table, sat upright and waited.

The atmosphere was extremely quiet, and everyone was staring at Professor Snape.

It has been a few days since school started, and they also learned something about Snape's class from other grades. Although when asked about it, those students who had already taken this class kept it secret.

It's secret, even if they don't say the details, but looking at their respect and fear, they are already looking forward to it.

Harry and Hermione sat in the front row, and both rows were empty.

Snape walked up to the podium and watched Harry holding Hermione's little hand and whispering, while Hermione kept winking at Harry to tell him to calm down. Snape's teeth chattered in anger.

Harry Potter is a hundred times worse than me!

This also made Snape feel furious: How dare you despise my Defense Against the Dark Arts class like this? I must... convince you!

He first looked around at the books on the table and said with a gloomy face: "First of all, your books are no longer needed."

He picked up a copy of "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense" with his wand.

"Bang"

A ball of flame as big as a human head appeared, and the books were instantly burned to ashes.

The students looked at this scene in shock.

Professor Snape said: "Now you take matters into your own hands and burn this children's book of yours."

Students, you look at me and I look at you, wondering whether you should listen to Snape or not.

"Why, didn't Professor Flitwick even teach you the Fireball Curse?"

"Of course not." I don't know who retorted.

Snape said nothing, and the classroom was quiet.

After a while, someone finally whispered the incantation "Katun Huo Na Xin Nuo Chicken Juice", and randomly, dozens of flames ignited in the classroom.

It can be seen that the students were very sad about being forced to burn books.

In the midst of the flames, their expressions looked like this: (ω).

One of the achievements in life is achieved: burning textbooks!

"This kind of nonsense book is useless to read," Snape said.

Harry was the only one in the classroom who had some questions, and if you have questions, you have to ask them.

So Harry said: "Professor Snape, why are you burning my book?"

The book that Snape burned as an example was his book.

Snape said: "As a student with the best grades, isn't it normal to participate in the teacher's classroom interaction?"

"Ah, that's right, it makes sense." Harry said with admiration.

Snape walked to the podium, sat down, and began to call the names of the students.

When the last student finished answering, Snape said: "I am very satisfied that none of you are absent from class, because not coming to this class is a huge loss for him."

"You should still remember that last year, your werewolf professor Lupine asked me to teach him a few lessons..." When talking about werewolf Lupine, Snape emphasized his accent.

"So I am also very aware of your learning progress. You have mastered some basic knowledge on how to deal with simple dark magic animals - you have learned to deal with Boggart, Red Hat, Xinkpunk, Grindylow, Cabba and Werewolf.

Wait, right?"

The students agreed with some satisfaction.

Seeing the smiles of the students who were very satisfied with what they had learned, Snape couldn't help but reveal a trace of sarcasm and coldness on his lips: "But let me tell you, what you have learned is not enough, far from enough! In my opinion, what you have learned is just

It’s just the lowest level of knowledge.”

“Not to mention flexible use!”

"Why, you still don't accept it?" Snape saw the dissatisfaction in the hearts of the students below, and he sneered: "As if I have wronged you."

"Since you all said that you have learned the habits of werewolves and how to subdue them when faced with werewolves, let me ask you, now who of you dares to say that you have the ability to face a ferocious werewolf alone?"

The students began to lower their heads with guilt.

"You are now fourteen-year-old wizards. I dare say that if I find a werewolf of the same age as you, he alone will be able to kill you all. Your necks will all be covered by his sharp claws.

Slit your throat!”

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Note: There is a power outage, so I can only update once.

My eyes are almost going blind typing