Harry Potter Reborn

I had Potions class in the morning, but I didn't expect that there would be Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.

The Gryffindor students just felt miserable.

When I walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, I found Professor Snape already sitting behind the podium.

Wouldn't Snape still remember his poor performance in Potions class and transfer his anger to this class? The Slytherin and Gryffindor classmates felt uneasy.

But obviously, their worries were unnecessary. Although Snape had a very bad character, he could distinguish the two things very clearly.

After all the students were seated, Snape stood up with his wand in hand. With his dark robes, thinned cold face, and condescending gaze, everyone was shocked by Snape before they even spoke.

"You are a lucky class." Snape said this.

However, these words not only did not make the young wizards feel relaxed, but instead made their hearts even heavier, because Snape actually showed a smile, very light, but from the bottom of his heart.

"Because you will never find a more responsible Defense Against the Dark Arts professor than me." Snape said calmly.

"Last year you learned magic before fifth grade. This year you have to learn all the magic up to seventh grade. As for black magic, it was just an introduction before. Next, you have to learn more advanced black magic."

"In my teaching arrangement, the way you learned magic to destroy monsters last year was still too simple and the method was too mild. It did not really have the effect of training you to firmly master magic."

"Hiss..." There was a gasp in the classroom.

Is that called gentle?

Not to mention the enemies we usually practice magic to deal with, let’s just talk about the poisonous leopard we faced in the final exam last semester. Its speed was faster than the wind, and it could scratch through the magic armor formed by using the Armor Protection Charm with one claw.

A single werewolf is just a little brother in front of it. If everyone hadn't united to fight against the enemy and support each other, several people would have been almost cut into pieces. It was a real battle between life and death.

Snape looked at the students' reactions and smiled scornfully: "Do you still think you are good enough?"

"To be honest, the only dangerous thing last year was the final exam. Usually I wouldn't be the one to subdue the monster, and you would chant the spell slowly. As a result, how many people were so scared when facing the Poison Leopard that they even used their wands?

Unable to hold it, dozens of people formed a circle back to back. No one took the initiative to attack, and only dared to defend passively."

"You think this is a good performance?"

Everyone looked a little embarrassed because they really showed off to others during their summer vacation.

Snape was silent for a while, then took a few steps quickly on the podium and asked abruptly: "Can any of you tell me what the purpose of studying Defense Against the Dark Arts is?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, not knowing how to answer this question.

After waiting for a long time, Snape named a Slytherin student: "Melvin Metcalfe."

A boy stood up with a confident look on his face: "Professor, it should be to prevent black magic."

Snape said with a mean look: "Sit down and put your face on the table. Don't let me see your stupid face."

Melvin Metcalfe obeyed obediently.

"Can I use Expelliarmus on you and you just stand still? That is not black magic." Snape added sarcastically.

"Dean Thomas, you answer."

Dean next to Ron kept tugging on Ron's arm, trying to get Ron to give him some hints.

But what could Ron know?

Dean's waist seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The process of standing up lasted for ten seconds, and he flipped the book over and over.

Finally, he said with a heroic look on his face: "I think if you get excellent grades in this subject, it will be easier to join the Auror office. I heard that Auror salaries are very high..."

"Wow……"

"That's really the truth."

"We are already in fifth grade, and we must consider future work issues."

Everyone just wanted to laugh at Dean, but then they thought about it and realized what he said was actually right.

Maybe this is the answer Snape wants.

Snape didn't know what expression to show. He seemed to be angry and laughed. He let out a "ha", and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly, as if he could no longer suppress the words "Avada Kedavra".

"Dean Thomas, I think if you eat that book, you might be able to become an Auror," Snape said.

His face was cold, and he turned to ask: "Harry Potter, what do you think?"

Harry said without thinking: "Knock down the enemy faster and faster."

Snape's skinny hands stopped shaking. He did not praise Harry, nor did he find anyone else on this issue.

"You have learned so much magic. How many of you think you have mastered it? You can use the most appropriate magic to deal with any unexpected situation? Now let's face a Death Eater. Which of you can confidently say that you can use magic without thinking?

The curse makes it impossible for Death Eaters to resist? Whether it is the Unforgivable Curse or the person who is knocked unconscious, who has the courage to take action?"

There was even more silence in the classroom.

Snape looked calm: "So starting from this year, I will teach you not only magic, but also how to use magic to fight."

"The Fighting Club will be reopened, but it won't be the house game you played in third grade. After you are almost proficient in magic, I will arrange new enemies for you in the next semester."

"In your first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the first thing you have to learn is... shut your mouth."

The little lions and little snakes looked puzzled, but they didn't speak.

Snape waved his wand, and everyone [58 Novels www.58xs.info] found that there was something strange in their throats. They opened their mouths and tried their best to speak out, but the classroom was extremely quiet. After a while, all the students shouted with their faces reduced due to lack of oxygen.

They were all blushing.

Snape said calmly: "Which of you can use magic now? Any magic."

Harry and Hermione immediately lifted the spell that made people mute, and then watched Snape's performance quietly. They understood that Snape wanted the students to get used to casting spells silently, so naturally they would not show off deliberately.

Snape became very patient.

After a while, the flustered students calmed down.

They found that the silent spell was not as difficult as they thought. Many people opened and closed their mouths and silently chanted the spell, then waved their wands and successfully used the magic.

Then they looked at Snape with some satisfaction.

Snape smiled coldly: "Who told you to open your mouth?"

With another wave of the magic wand, everyone's mouths were tightly closed, stronger than glue.

"Hmm..."

Snape said: "Do your opponents still wait for you to open your mouth to recite a curse? The process of reciting a curse is to use your brain to think, not to make a sound with your mouth. When casting magic, do not read the spell out loud, and the unexpected effect will be

Let you have an opportunity ahead of your opponents.

Many times, this often means the right to live. Of course, not all wizards can do this, because it requires strong concentration and willpower. Half of you can achieve it before the end of fifth grade.

I am satisfied with the passing level in my mind..."

The students looked ferocious and tried hard to release magic without chanting spells, while listening to Snape's continuous taunts in their ears.

It wasn't until the end of get out of class that Malfoy was the only one to use the levitating spell.

Snape waved his wand and lifted everyone's mute spell.

Everyone opened their mouths wide and exhaled. For the first time, they felt that chanting the curse without opening their mouths would be worse than killing them.

"Continue in the next class. You'd better practice each magic tens of thousands of times outside class."

Seeing everyone's angry expressions, Snape didn't know what the reason was, and reminded him with a kind face: "I should let you know one thing. During the summer vacation, a wizard applied to Dumbledore to take a Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

Professor. Her teaching concepts are completely different from mine. What I hope is practical application. She hopes that this course will only focus on theory and return to textbooks. It is best for you not to even touch the magic wand."

"Professor, where is she?" a student asked impatiently.

Snape glanced at him, not angry, but with a sneer on his lips: "She's dead."

"..."

The students exchanged regretful looks.

Oh my God, there is such a perfect teacher, who is completely worried about the students' needs and thinks about what the students want.

But why did he die? Oh, what a pity.

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