Reborn Harry Potter

Gryffindor fourth year Defense Against the Dark Arts class is on Thursdays.

The next two days were uneventful, without incident.

Only Neville burned the cauldron again in Potions class. This was already the sixth cauldron he had burned.

Professor Snape also went from being furious at the beginning to now calmly saying, "Ah, what a big deal."

Then he unceremoniously fined Neville to stay in school for work this week, one day to clean the trophies in the trophy showroom, and one day to help Hagrid with the work in the Forbidden Forest.

Strange to say, Potions class and Herbal Medicine class have a lot in common, but Neville can get very good grades in Herbal Medicine class, but in Potions class, he is extremely miserable. Snape glanced at him , could make Neville's hands tremble for half an hour.

"Professor, I heard that you are now our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Draco Malfoy said with a smile when the class was over.

It was obvious that Malfoy's bringing up the subject made Snape extremely happy.

Everyone in Hogwarts didn't know that Snape especially wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Snape was dissatisfied with every previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

I have to apply to be a professor of this course every year, but I am not approved by Principal Dumbledore every year, and I will never forget it every year.

Now the wish of many years has finally been fulfilled with him becoming the vice principal. He wished that on the first day this matter became a reality, he would grab everyone and announce it loudly.

If he didn't make a sound, he would be traveling at night in brocade clothes, and he would feel uncomfortable all over.

But he couldn't say it outright, otherwise what would happen, as if he cared about the job.

Malfoy's calm mention of this matter in front of everyone made Snape feel sore all over, which was a relief.

"It seems that there are some advantages to being Malfoy's godfather." Snape thought to himself.

Holding back his complacency, he raised his neck slightly and said, "That's right, starting from this semester, in addition to continuing to be your professor of Potions, I will also be your professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Little did he know that there was a smile on his face.

"I will really teach you how to resist all kinds of black magic and dangerous creatures. I am not comparable to your half-baked professors before." Snape said.

Malfoy was very cooperative with a look of surprise on his face.

after class.

Harry and Hermione came out side by side, and Harry said with a serious face: "I didn't know that Malfoy and Snape still had the ability to talk about cross talk. They will cooperate with each other."

Anyway, with the Gryffindor and Slytherin fourth-years eagerly awaiting, Snape's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class arrived.

After lunch on Thursday, fifty or sixty students had already lined up outside Snape's classroom before the class bell rang.

Defense Against the Dark Arts really abused me thousands of times. I treat Defense Against the Dark Arts like first love.

For more than ten years, the previous professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts, except for last year's Professor Lupine, have made sense. The other professors have broken the hearts of Hogwarts students time and time again and disappointed them time and time again.But every year, the most anticipated course is still Defense Against the Dark Arts.

After all, the essence of magic can only be learned in this class.

Those dazzling and powerful magics are only taught in this class.

When Professor Snape arrived, Harry and Hermione followed quietly behind him.

Seeing that the class was about to begin, the others had long been looking forward to this class and were waiting at the door, but Harry hung behind him with a calm expression on his face.Snape was furious.

how?Have a problem with me?Or is the class I teach just not attractive at all?

Harry said in a voice that could just be heard by Snape: "Professor Snape's class has started. Why are the students not good at black arts? Most of them are pretending. Avada Kedavra will be fine."

Hermione's laughter trembled, and she pinched Harry hard, as if it could stop her laughing.

Snape walked quickly, away from Harry.

After the students entered the classroom, they took out their "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide" and placed them on the table, sat upright and waited.

The atmosphere was extremely quiet, and everyone was staring at Professor Snape.

It's been a few days since school started, and they also learned about Snape's class from students in other grades, although when they asked about it, those students who had already attended this class kept secretively Secret, just don't say what it is, but seeing their respect and awe, they are already looking forward to it.

Harry and Hermione sat in the front row, and both rows were empty.

Snape walked up to the podium and watched as Harry took Hermione's little hand and whispered, and Hermione kept winking at Harry to calm him down, Snape gritted his teeth angrily.

Harry Potter is a hundred times worse than his father!

This also made Snape feel ruthless: How dare you despise my Defense Against the Dark Arts class so much, I must...convince you!

He first looked around at the books on the table, and said with a gloomy face, "First of all, your books are no longer needed."

A copy of "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" was picked up by his wand.

"bang"

A group of flames the size of a human head appeared, and the books were instantly burned to ashes.

The students watched this scene in astonishment.

Professor Snape said: "Now do it yourselves and burn this children's book of yours."

Students, you look at me, I look at you, wondering whether to listen to Snape or not.

"Why, didn't Professor Flitwick even teach you the Howe Fireball Curse?"

"Of course not." No one knew who retorted.

Snape didn't speak, and the classroom was quiet.

After a while, someone finally chanted the mantra "Katun Huo Na Xin Nuo Chicken Sauce" in a low voice. Randomly, dozens of flames ignited in the classroom one after another.

It can be seen that being forced to burn books made the students very sad.

In the flames, their expressions are all like this: (????w????).

Achieved one of the life achievements: Burning textbooks!

"This kind of nonsense book is useless to read," Snape said.

Harry was the only one in the classroom who had some questions, and he had to ask them.

So Harry said, "Professor Snape, why are you burning my book?"

It was his book that Snape burned as an example.

Snape said, "Isn't it common for the top student to be involved in the teacher's classroom interaction?"

"Ah, that's right, it makes sense." Harry said with "admiration".

Snape walked to the edge of the podium, sat down, and began to roll the names of the students.

When the last classmate finished answering, Snape said: "I'm very satisfied that none of you missed class, because it's a huge loss for him not to come to this class."

"You should remember that last year, your werewolf professor Lupine asked me to teach him a few lessons..." When talking about werewolf Lupine, Snape emphasized.

"So I'm also well aware of how far you've come in, you've got some basics on how to deal with simple dark magic animals - you've learned how to deal with boggarts, red hoods, hinkpunks, grindylors, kabats and werewolves Wait, right?"

The students agreed with some complacency.

Looking at the smiles of the students who were satisfied with what they had learned, Snape couldn't help showing a trace of sarcasm and coldness: "But let me say, you haven't learned enough, far from enough! In my opinion, what you have learned is just The lowest level of knowledge."

"Not to mention flexible use!"

"Why, still not convinced?" Snape saw the unhappiness in the hearts of the students below, he sneered: "It seems that I still wronged you."

"Since you all said that you have learned the habits of werewolves and how to subdue them in the face of werewolves, let me ask you, who of you now dare to say that you have the ability to face a vicious werewolf alone?"

The academy members began to bow their heads with guilt.

"You are now 14-year-old wizards. I dare to say that I found a werewolf of your age. With just one wolf, he can kill you all. Your necks are all cut by his sharp claws. Throat break!"

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