Chapter 245 Muggle Weapons Class

Professor Abigail was stunned and asked: "What contract?"

"I know!"

Hermione hurriedly raised her hand and said: "In 1876, the administrator of Hogwarts, Mr. Rancoros Calpe, tried to use various modern weapons to drive Peeves out of the castle. As a result, Peeves was killed. He made a scene in the school for three whole days, and he even shot at the window, almost injuring the teachers and students of the school.”

"That's right, that's right!"

Peeves, who was floating in the air, nodded repeatedly and said proudly: "In the end, that guy Calpe left the school, and I'm still here!"

"Ms. Moore, the headmistress at the time, made a contract with Peeves."

As if praising Peeves, Hermione continued: "Allow Peeves to have some troublemaking privileges in the school in exchange for him to put down his weapons and return the school to normal order."

"That's it!" Peeves followed, "Understand? These guys are of no use to me! But if you want to fight with me again, I'm more than welcome."

He was riding on the barrel of an artillery piece, looking at the new professor provocatively, as if he was looking forward to provoking another war.

"So that's it."

Abigail looked at Peeves with some surprise.

Before today, Peeves' attitude towards the professor was quite respectful, but he seemed a little livelier than other ghosts, so Abigail has not discovered his destructive power yet.

But listening to the attitude of his words and the expressions of the students, Abigail could guess what kind of character this guy was.

She didn't understand why a wizard as powerful as Dumbledore would allow such a misbehaving ghost to stay in the school. But since the principal didn't say anything, Abigail naturally wouldn't be too troublesome.

"You misunderstood, Peeves." She explained calmly: "I want to use them to give my students a weapons lesson."

After finishing speaking, she ignored the uninvited guest and turned to the students in front of her.

"You just happened to be here, please help me notify your respective colleges. Tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, we will have a Muggle weapons class on the south lawn."

A hand rose from the crowd.

"Lisa?" Professor Abigail called her name.

"Professor." Lisa said timidly: "But... this should be the content of the third-year Muggle Studies class, right? We haven't reached the third grade yet..."

"You are wrong." Professor Abigail said directly: "Do you think we only need to guard against dark wizards and dangerous creatures to ensure our own safety?"

"Big mistake!"

"I tell you, from ancient times to the present, many wizards have been caught or even killed by Muggles whom they despised!"

"Of course, wizards killed more Muggles unscrupulously. For example, a few decades ago, your British Voldemort..."

Most of the students turned pale with fright, as if they wanted to plug their ears.

"Mysterious man...Professor, we usually don't say that name directly..." Anthony mustered up the courage to say.

"Idiot!" Professor Abigail scolded unceremoniously: "Didn't Dumbledore teach you? The fear of a name will intensify the fear of the thing! What's more, Voldemort is dead, and you can't even see him. Don’t you even dare to say his name?”

The little wizards looked at each other, and most of them lowered their heads.

They are unwilling to admit that they are cowardly, but they will not call that person by his name as the professor said.

Although Voldemort has disappeared since the little wizard here can remember, his influence continues to this day. For many people, he is still synonymous with "horror".

Professor Abigail was a little disappointed, but then she found that some students still had their heads raised, their expressions were not fearful, and their eyes did not dodge.

Such as Vader and Harry.

There are also some who are obviously afraid, but there is something else in their expressions, a feeling of cowardice and courage.

Professor Abigail smiled and did not force the students to go against their will, but said:

"For some Muggle weapons to be used normally, the principal needs to turn off some settings of the school's protection system. If the time is too long or too frequent, it will pose a threat to the safety of the school. Therefore, the four colleges of the same grade will have classes together."

"The second grade class starts at five o'clock on Friday afternoon. We must gather on the lawn beside the Forbidden Forest. Remember to arrive early."

…

Friday soon arrived.

Wade and the others had no classes that afternoon. After lunch, they went to the umbrella house to finish their homework for the weekend. When the time was almost up, they all walked towards the lawn together.

They were the first grade to take weapons class, and some students from other grades also came to watch curiously. They even arrived earlier than the students in class and formed a circle on the lawn.

Everyone was familiar with each other. They stood together in twos and threes, looking at the old or brand-new weapons on the lawn with curious eyes.

Those weapons were protected by spells, and students could not get close. They stood on the outside and discussed their methods and power.

"I know, it's a landmine!"

A Gryffindor boy swore: "My father accidentally stepped on one when he was traveling. The Muggles who were traveling with him thought he would be killed and ran away crying. My father used an iron armor charm to offset it. Affected by the power of the explosion, when he returned, he saw that the Muggles had already begun preparing for his funeral!"

Everyone burst out laughing.

The laughter revealed contempt for stupid Muggles and the sense of superiority of being a wizard.

Suddenly, a student felt that he was patted on the shoulder.

"Please make way!"

"Oh, go find another place!"

The student shook his shoulder impatiently, trying to shake off the hand.

But he failed, and the strength of his hand increased several times.

"I, said... please, make way!"

The person said it again in a cold and emphasized tone.

The voice sounded a little familiar.

The tone sounded very unfriendly.

The student turned around and saw Professor Abigail's dark face. For a moment, he actually hallucinated Professor Snape.

"Professor!"

He shouted, and many students hurriedly made way.

Professor Abigail walked in like Moses parting the sea, followed by a string of second-year students.

—— They came at the right time and were also blocked to the periphery.

Everyone walked to the middle, looking at those well-designed and powerful modern weapons with curious eyes from time to time. But after Professor Abigail walked in, she first picked up a simple stone axe.

"Does anyone know what this is?" she asked.

"Puff!"

Some students laughed softly, as if they thought the professor asked a stupid question.