This Hogwarts is not normal

Thursday.

Snape got up early as usual.

Except for the day when he was brutally beaten in Quidditch, he was in a good mood every day.

Especially after convincing Dumbledore yesterday to successfully serve as the substitute professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He has two classes today, teaching first grade in the morning and sixth grade in the afternoon.

Tomorrow there will be potions for the first grade students, and there will be a Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the second and third grade students in the afternoon.

With such a fulfilling work arrangement, Snape was not dissatisfied at all.

He put on a loose black robe, and after thinking about it, changed into a tighter one.

Jump high and very comfortable.

Turn around and turn sideways, no discomfort.

The corners of his mouth in the mirror were slightly raised, and the coldness before was completely gone.

He arranged his hair carefully, and when he went out, he felt depressed again.

"Creak-" The door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the fourth floor was opened from the outside.

"It's Snape!" Seamus screamed strangely, his mind feeling dizzy.

"Finigan, you don't welcome me?"

"No, Professor!"

Snape walked into the classroom with a sneer.

"Very good, not even late."

He glanced at Harry, "Potter, what would you do if you were bitten by a werewolf?"

"Uh-" Harry was confused by the question.

"Should I use fresh vegetables?"

"Ah - yes."

Snape walked forward quickly, "Wrong!

Bai Xian can only treat wounds, but there is no way to prevent you from being assimilated into a werewolf!"

"Oh." Harry nodded his head aggrievedly, "Then what should I do?"

"Cut off the bitten part in time." Snape's sneer dropped to freezing point.

"What if you meet a dark wizard?"

Harry knew there was a second problem.

"Iron Armor Curse!"

"Mortal wisdom--"

"Then what spell should I use?"

"Disarming Charm."

Snape shook his head disdainfully, "Without a wand, a dark wizard cannot use any powerful black magic."

He walked up to Vincent and said, "Oh, to a certain extent, Wayne did a pretty good job."

"Professor, are you praising me?"

"I didn't ask you to answer." Snape turned and walked back.

"Last question, Potter!"

He put his hands on Harry's desk and leaned down to look at the big eyes under them.

"What should you do if you were faced with the Killing Curse?"

Hermione couldn't help but say, "Professor, this pair -"

"Shut up, Granger!" Snape yelled, then continued to stare at the trembling Harry.

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Everyone in the wizarding world knows that the Potters died from Voldemort's Killing Curse, and that he rebounded it and became the Boy-Who-Lived.

The savior sounds great, but few people know the bitterness inside.

"I-I-" Harry clenched his fists hard.

"What should you do? Potter!"

Snape looked directly into his eyes, as if he was looking straight into his soul.

"I -" Harry puffed up his chest and stopped shaking, "I will face it like Vincent did and chop it in half!"

"Wrong!" Snape leaned back and stood up, "You should run far away and don't overestimate your capabilities!"

Vincent raised his hand and had something to say.

All it takes to defeat the Killing Curse is Gryffindor's sword, and if Harry learns fighting for a few more years, he may not be able to be like him.

"Hands down, Wayne!" Snape glared at him fiercely.

Vincent stared back without showing any signs of weakness.

He knew that this class would not be easy.

In the first Potions class, this person asked three questions on purpose.

The flower language of narcissus is love, and the flower language of mugwort is pain. Together they express painful love.

Bezoar is an antidote, expressing how to relieve this pain.

The flower language of Wolfsbane flower is to live for love, and the flower language of Aconite flower is malice. If we connect it with the above...

The romance of a top student?

Snape blinked with his eyes dry.

Vincent immediately raised his proud little chin.

"Okay, very good." Snape walked up to the podium.

"You don't need to bring textbooks to my class, you just need to bring your brain."

He glanced at Neville and Seamus, "The person whose name I called comes up and casts disarming spells on each other - Malfoy!"

Draco walked up swaggeringly.

"Wayne!"

Vincent blinked, then looked over with a smirk.

"Professor, I——"

"Shut up." Snape flicked his wand and threw the entire podium to the corner of the classroom.

He stood below and stared steadily at the two little wizards on the stage.

"Come on!" Draco gritted his teeth and pulled out his wand.

"Why don't you shake hands first?" Vincent extended his right hand.

"snort!"

Draco was about to slap the hand away, but he naturally took it back.

"Professor, can we start?"

Snape glanced over with a cold look, "I'll count to three."

They both turned their backs at the same time.

"one."

Vincent took a step forward.

"two."

He reached for the wand in his school robe with his left hand.

"three."

"Expelliarmus!"

Draco turned around quickly and was hit in the chest by a curse.

He flew out and slid out.

Vincent tilted his head to avoid the wand thrown at him, "Professor, Malfoy has a very serious mysophobia."

"Get up!" Snape let the wand fall to the ground.

Draco stood up and picked it up with resentful eyes.

Once upon a time, he offended his dean just because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

But he was so anxious that he would never say a certain forbidden word even to death.

"Again."

Snape's words stopped the two people who were about to go down.

"This time, Wayne is not allowed to use the wand."

Vincent looked at him suspiciously.

Physical disarming spell?

Draco's face instantly lit up with a smile.

"I just said it was a game of targeting." Ron whispered, leaning towards Harry, "Vincent doesn't use a wand, and Malfoy will only lose worse."

Hermione next to her looked at Snape equally suspiciously.

It’s not like this person doesn’t know the level of both parties, and the result won’t change if he tries it again.

"one."

Vincent stood still this time.

"two."

Draco had already taken several steps.

"three."

They both turned around at the same time.

"Wha—" Vincent turned his head to avoid the disarming spell, and rushed over with both feet.

The little lions all know the result.

Some little snakes also know.

Draco, who chanted the spell again, seemed to vaguely know the result.

Before the second spell was released, Vincent had already pressed his right wrist holding the wand.

The disarming curse rubbed against the ash-blond hair and hit the ceiling.

"Wayne, you-"

"you lose."

Draco lost his center of gravity, and the scene in his eyes was chaotic.

He fell to the ground and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Right now, he only had one idea, and that was why the disarming spell he had just applied had no trace.

"Back to you."

Vincent put down his wand without looking at him.

"Next group, Potter—"

Snape glanced at his student and said, "Goyle!"

Hermione suddenly understood.

The substitute Defense Against the Dark Arts professor knew the benefits of Muggle fighting, so he deliberately wanted Vincent and Draco to compete.

The body reacts faster with a wand, and physical disarming can be achieved without a wand.

The gloomy-looking old bat is actually thinking about the students?

However, Vincent, who knew all the truth, didn't think so.

He was more willing to believe that Snape was trying to embarrass Draco than that a Raslytherin student had joined the Court of Owls club.

"Next group, Weasley and Crabbe!"

By the way, it can also give Harry some exercise.

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