Chapter 1,123

"Come in!"

Snape's voice sounded like it came from the Netherworld...like the wind blowing from hell, which made everyone take it seriously. After all, not everyone could face Professor Snape peacefully.

Fan Lin looked around after entering, as if he wanted to find out what was different about Professor Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class from everyone before.

For example, Quirrell, the place was filled with the smell of garlic at that time, or Umbridge, the very standardized class note-taking process.

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

Professor Snape had clearly given the room his own personality; the curtains were drawn, the candles were lit, and it seemed even darker than before. The walls were decorated with new portraits, many of them showing painful-looking people, as if suffering from horrific injuries or with grotesquely twisted limbs.

It has the same style as that basement office, but the difference is that this time the ones used to affect everyone's mood are not medicine bottles or the like.

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

"I didn't ask you to take out your textbooks," Professor Snape closed the door, turned around and stood behind the podium and said to the class; Hermione hurriedly put "Confrontation with the Faceless Monster" back in her bag and stuffed it under her chair. "Now I want you to give me your undivided attention and listen to what I have to say."

His dark eyes swept over their looking up faces, lingering a little longer on Harry's face.

Obviously, this is no different from the process of Potions class, so be warned. However, it was more aimed at a certain person, and it was obvious that this person had no second choice besides Harry.

Fan Lin was fine, but in Snape's eyes, Fan Lin was nothing more than an arrogant brat, even though he had taught Fan Lin for a while.

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

"You believe... as if you didn't see them come and go, Snape, I hope you are next," Harry thought viciously, if there was any way to make Snape leave, even if it was If Harry pays a small price, Fanlin feels that Harry will happily agree.

"Naturally, these teachers all have their own methods and emphases. This has led to the current confusion, and I'm amazed at how many people have flunked the O.W.L.s... if you can manage to keep up with the more advanced ones, of course. I would be even more surprised about the N.E.W.T. course.”

Snape began to pace around the room, speaking in a deeper voice; the class stretched their necks to keep Snape visible.

"Dark magic," said Snape, "are of many kinds, of various kinds, ever-changing and everlasting. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster. Each time a neck is cut off, another one grows. A fiercer, smarter mind. You are fighting against something fluid, constantly mutating, and indestructible."

Fanlin stared at Snape. There is no doubt that dark magic is treated as a dangerous enemy, but why does Snape's tone of talking about them reveal a sincere cherishment?

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

They are extremely powerful, at least compared to the current common magic. In many cases, being proficient in a kind of black magic, even just a spell in black magic, will often produce some changes in the results of battles between wizards. The change.

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

This may be due to the imperfection of the spell itself, or it may be a problem with the wizard itself. Now, both of these obviously exist, but in its current form, the latter is more of a problem.

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

"Your defenses," Snape said a little louder, "must therefore be as flexible and creative as the spells you seek to destroy. These portraits," he said, pointing to several of them as he passed them, "Really shows how those people endured injuries, such as the Cruciatus Curse" (he pointed at a wizard who was screaming in pain) and "suffered the kiss of a dementor" (the wizard's eyes were dull and he was curled up) Falling against the wall) "or incurring Yin Feili's attack" (a bloody mass on the ground).

"So has anyone seen the Inferi?" Parvati Patil said sharply. "Are you sure, he's using them?"

"The Dark Lord has used the Inflight in the past," Snape said, "which means you would be wise to assume that he might use them again. Now..." He moved to the other end of the classroom facing the podium, and The whole class once again watched as his black robe billowed behind him.

Automatically without wind, this is what Fan Lin admires the most. An invisible aura envelopes Professor Snape...

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

Hermione's hand went up. Snape glanced at everyone leisurely, and after making sure he had no choice, he said curtly, "Very well - Miss Granger?"

"Your opponent can't predict what kind of magic you're going to do," Hermione said. "This can give you a momentary advantage."

"That answer is almost word for word from Standard Spells, Level Six," Snape said scornfully (Malfoy chuckled in the corner), "but it's generally correct. Yes, those who don't People who can use magic by chanting spells can achieve unexpected effects for their spells. Of course, not all wizards can do this; the problem is that some people have poor concentration of mind," he said hostilely. The ground stared at Harry again, "Lack."

Harry knew that Snape was thinking about their disastrous Occlumency lesson last year. He met Snape's gaze and glared at him until Snape looked away.

"So, this is what I'm going to teach you, your first real Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson at Hogwarts. Remember, never think your enemy is going to scream like a fool. To remind you what spell he is about to cast, of course, this involves another skill."

"What is it, Professor?" Fan Lin looked at Snape expectantly, but the only answer he received was a cold look from Snape.

Fan Lin shut up immediately. He didn't want to be put in solitary confinement or anything like that. This was the first day of school. Today was already unlucky enough. Professor McGonagall doubled his class schedule, and then he was educated by Hermione. Then came the numerous magic writing assignments...

"You will now separate," Snape continued, "in pairs. One of you will try to cast the spell on your partner silently. The other will try to resist the spell just as quietly. Begin."

Although Snape didn't know it, Harry and Vernon had taught at least half of the class (all members of the D.A.) how to cast the Iron Armor Charm last year.

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

Gradually, a certain number of people started cheating; many simply chanted the mantra quietly instead of loudly. As a typical example, Hermione spent ten minutes trying to resist Neville's soft-legged curse under his breath without making a sound. Any reasonable teacher would definitely award Gryffindor 0 points for this, but in this case It's obviously not going to work here with Snape.

Snape turned a blind eye to this. He completely ignored Hermione's side.

In his eyes, it was obvious that Miss Know-It-All and Mr. Arrogant Maniac had been permanently blacklisted as visitors, and Snape had taught Fanlin the basic technique of this silent spell a few years ago. Obviously, the normal Defense Against the Dark Arts course is not very suitable for him, for example, the pig head that is his opponent against Fan Lin...

Just by looking at his face, he could vaguely tell that it was Simo...

Fan Lin is more like a teaching assistant, helping his partners practice, but obviously Simo is still reckless. He failed to resist the temptation of the spell, or in other words, failed to control the magic output...

This is normal. Seamus always did this in the past. He was a little explosives expert at Hogwarts. If he used his wand to make some explosions for fun during a class, I believe Seamus would feel uncomfortable all over.

Fan Lin, who was maintaining the Iron Armor Curse, bounced the spell back carelessly, but Simo didn't avoid it immediately...

Well... it was a sad story, but Snape paid it no mind. Apparently, the professor was too lazy to think about it.

Compared to Fan Lin and Hermione, it is obvious that Harry and Ron are more able to attract Professor Snape's attention.

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

Ron looked as if he was trying to cast a spell on Harry. His face was purple and his lips were tightly closed to resist the temptation to say the spell. Harry held his wand, waiting on pins and needles to resist the spell that never seemed to come.

"Poor Weasley," Snape waited a moment before saying. "Watch - I'll show you -"

He pointed his wand rapidly at Harry, who reacted instinctively; forgetting all thoughts of silent spells, he shouted, "Armor!"

His armor spell was so powerful that Snape lost his balance and crashed into a school desk. The entire class had turned towards them, now staring at Snape as he struggled to hold himself up sullenly.

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

"Remember," Harry said stiffly.

"Remember, sir."

"You don't have to call me sir, Professor."

The words slipped out of Harry's mouth before he knew what he was saying.

Several students, including Hermione, gasped.

Behind Snape, however, Ron, Dean and Seamus all grinned appreciatively.

Apparently, Harry had made a mistake inadvertently. And very skinny...

"Confinement, Saturday night, in my office," Snape said. "I will not allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter... not even Mr. Right."

Snape's face was sullen, and Harry immediately destroyed all the atmosphere he created, made a fool of himself in public, and was humiliated...

After this, it was clear that someone was holding back laughter and continuing in the class.

"It's so beautiful, Harry!" Ron said with a happy smile as they walked back to rest.

"You really shouldn't have said that," Hermione said, frowning at Ron. "What’s wrong with you?"

"He's about to hex me, maybe you didn't notice!" said Harry angrily. "I've had enough of those Occlumency lessons!" Why didn't he use another guinea pig to demonstrate? What kind of trick was Dumbledore playing by asking him to teach Defense class? Did you hear him talk about dark magic? He loves them! All that 'uncertain' and 'indestructible' nonsense—"

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

"like me?"

"Yes, you told us how you felt when you faced Voldemort. You said it was not just about reciting a lot of spells. You said it only relied on you, your wisdom and your courage - well, that's not Isn't that what Snape said? Doesn't it just boil down to bravery and quick thinking?"

Harry's anger subsided because Hermione thought what he said was as worth remembering as the Standard Spells, so he didn't argue.

Hermione was obviously very capable of dealing with Harry's anger. This was not a difficult matter. Hermione alone could control the three of them into submission.

"However, Harry, I think you still have some misunderstandings about black magic. In fact..." Fan Ling was about to explain, but the voice that followed saved him a lot of steps.

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

"Here you go," Sloper gasped. "Listen, I heard you're the new captain. When does the selection start?"

"I'm not sure yet," said Harry, who secretly felt that Sloper would have to wait for a miracle if he returned to the team.

"I'll let you know."

"Oh, yes. I'm hoping that this weekend-" But Harry wasn't listening; he had just made out the thin, slanted writing on the parchment. So he hurriedly pulled Fan Lin, Hermione and Ron away, leaving Sloper who was half-sentence and unfolding the parchment as he ran.

Dear Harry: I would like to start extra lessons with you this Saturday. I hope you can come to my office at eight o'clock in the evening. Oh, don't forget to bring Fanlin with you. I think this is also necessary. Have a great first day back at school.

Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore

Also: I like sour candy canes.

"He likes sour lollipops?" Ron said with a puzzled look on his face. He leaned over and saw the note.

"This is the password given by the stone beast outside his study," Fan Lin lowered his voice helplessly.

"Ha! Snape will be unhappy...I can't go to solitary confinement!" Harry seemed very excited, but part of this excitement came from Dumbledore. Fanlin didn't know much about it, but he was sure Yes, Harry was definitely happy to escape Snape. (To be continued)