The Evil God of Hogwarts

Xing Ze walked into the general office and Ben greeted him warmly, "I thought it would take some time for you to be discharged from the hospital."

"It's just a fever." Xing Ze replied, "The therapist kept me under observation for one night and prescribed medicine the next day for me to go home and rest."

He recalled the painful experience at St. Mungo's. Although Phoenix's tears healed all his injuries, the therapists still kept him under observation for two days, first for rehabilitation and second for testing Xing Ze's contamination. degree.

Xing Ze passed those weird tests smoothly, but after that, he underwent an additional crystal test from the Ministry of Magic. Unlike the previous one in the underground wine cellar, this crystal test did not try to steal his memory.

"Don't let your guard down, fever can also kill people." Ben said seriously, "Have I ever said that one of my uncles died of fever?"

"Not only that, you also mentioned your aunt who died of lung disease."

"Yes, lung disease is equally scary." Ben said, "Are you sure you don't want to rest for a few more days?"

"No need." Xing Ze shook his head, "I feel good, besides. I can't keep changing classes with you."

"It's okay. I like to be with students, and I'd be happy to take a few classes for you."

In order not to affect the teaching progress, Professor Bubbaji exchanged his Monday class with his notebook while he was in the hospital.

Xing Ze thanked Ben for his kindness and asked, "What time is your class in the afternoon?"

"Two o'clock."

Xing Ze looked at his watch. It was still early enough for him to get ready.

When he took out his textbook and planned to prepare lessons, Ben seemed to remember something and said: "Hey, man, Bakht is looking for you."

Here comes the headache. Xing Ze complained in his heart. "Really? When did it happen?"

"Yesterday, yesterday afternoon, I thought you should take some time to look for him. He seemed to be in a hurry."

"I will, I will go after class."

…

There are much fewer students in the third and fourth grades than in the first and second grades. After all, third-year students have more choices in elective courses.

Xing Ze walked into the classroom. He had previous class experience. This time he was obviously much more relaxed. He looked around at the students present and then said: "Open the textbook. Today we will start with a simple lesson."

The students looked at what Xing Ze took out, which was an ordinary magic robe.

"This is too simple, sir. Are you going to bring out a pair of boots later?" Someone shouted. Many students were amused and laughed unbridledly.

Students in third and fourth grade are not as disciplined as first and second grade students. Xing Ze has heard this before. In addition, Muggle Studies courses have long been looked down upon by students, and many students do not take this elective course seriously at all.

"Why don't you listen to what the teacher has to say, and it's not too late to laugh." Cedric's voice sounded, just enough for everyone to hear, but not too harsh.

The classroom gradually became quiet. Although a few students curled their lips in dissatisfaction, most of them returned their attention to the podium.

Xing Ze coughed awkwardly. Obviously, this Hufflepuff prefect's prestige among the students was much higher than his own.

"Thank you very much, Cedric." Xing Ze said, "I think you all know that this is a magic robe, but the protagonist today is not it, but this."

Xing Ze had a pistol in his hand, "A gun is the most common weapon among Muggles, and it is also the most efficient weapon."

Many pure-blood students cast curious glances, but some mixed-race students who had lived in the Muggle world since childhood were not very interested.

One of the mixed-race students raised his hand, and after getting Xing Ze's consent, he said, "I know this thing. My father has it. He is a policeman..."

"What are police?" a pureblood student interjected.

"Well -" the previous student thought for a moment, "just like an Auror in the wizarding world."

"We don't believe it." Some pure-blood students made a fuss, "If your father was an Auror, then my mother could be the Minister of Magic."

"Yeah, he must be lying."

"I didn't lie!" the mixed-race student shouted.

"He is just lying. The Mudblood's words cannot be trusted."

…

A loud "bang" sound came, and the noisy students immediately covered their ears and fell silent.

Xing Ze took back the pistol from the window and said slowly: "This weapon will make a loud noise when used, so it will reveal the user's position. Of course, some auxiliary equipment can eliminate the noise produced by the firearm, making it easier to assassinate."

Speaking of this, Xing Ze paused and waited for the students' hearing to slowly recover before continuing: "So, those silent firearms are very deadly, not only to Muggles, but also to wizards. I hope you can pay enough attention to them. "

His eyes swept over the students, and their faces were more or less frightened. Very good, Xing Ze thought to himself, let them be afraid of me. Fear is the most direct and effective management method.

"This is a test, I hope you can take note of it."

The students hurriedly picked up their pens and started writing in their notebooks. Taking advantage of this moment, Xing Ze recited a spell and the magic robe floated up.

He pointed his wand at the robe and asked, "Who can tell me the use of the magic robe?"

Cedric raised his hand, Xing Ze nodded, he stood up and replied: "First of all, it is a piece of clothing."

The students laughed again—mostly female students—but not as wildly as before.

After the laughter subsided, Cedric continued: "It has magic added during the sewing process, so it has a very good protective effect, whether it is against magic spells or swords."

"You're right. Sit down, Cedric." Xing Ze waved his hand at him, "Hufflepuff adds three points."

The Hufflepuff students present cheered.

"As I said before. Guns are the most common weapon among Muggles. So have you ever thought about whether it can penetrate this magic robe?"

The students looked at each other. It is true that many people would use magic spells to conduct this experiment, but probably no one would be bored enough to use Muggle weapons, let alone where would they find Muggle weapons.

Xing Ze was very satisfied with this. He clapped his hands and said, "Today, we are going to try it. Okay, kids, go to the playground, which is more open."

The students cheered and ran out of the classroom. Xing Ze followed them leisurely, reminding them from time to time: "Don't go to the Sifang Courtyard, there are freshmen taking flying lessons there."

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures flew past the corridor window. Xing Ze frowned and walked to the window to see clearly the two people in the air - Harry and Malfoy.

"It's so fun, it's like watching a movie." He said with a smile, turning to follow his students.