94 Diagon Alley

    The arrangement with Snape only felt foggy. She closed her eyes and recalled everything she knew: Snape needed a normal-looking wand in an attempt to fake a magic—let's put it bluntly—a black magic. At the same time, after many years, he finally got what he wanted and took the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and may leave Hogwarts due to various accidents within a year.

    It's not a good job anyway. Gwen didn't want to understand their purpose and could only draw conclusions in his heart.

    Dumbledore's voice came from a distance: "Everyone in this hall knows that Voldemort and his entourage are making waves again, and their power is growing."

    There was a tense, heart-wrenching silence in the auditorium as the principal spoke. Harry glanced at Malfoy, but his movements were so obvious that several people around him also looked over. Malfoy didn't look at Dumbledore, but held his chin with deep eyes and a sad face, not knowing what he was thinking.

    This time Gwen also noticed something was wrong. According to past experience, Malfoy should blow his beard and stare at Harry. Now he has lost interest even in the savior, which means he has more important things to do.

    "I want to stress that the situation is very dangerous and every one of us at Hogwarts needs to be extremely careful to keep ourselves safe. The castle's magical fortifications have been fortified during the summer holidays Now, we have got new and more effective protection, but each of our teachers and students must still be vigilant at all times and cannot be taken lightly. Therefore, I ask you to strictly abide by every safety rule set by the teacher, no matter what the rules may be How annoying - especially following the rule of not getting out of bed when the lights are out. I implore you to report anything unusual or suspicious, on or off campus, to the staff immediately. I trust you, for your own and others' sake Safety, you will definitely restrict your behavior.”

    Dumbledore's blue eyes swept over all the students, and then a smile returned to his face.

    Gwen is very confident about this. In her many years of study and life at Hogwarts, the most handy thing is to find a professor if there is a problem.

    "Okay, your beds are waiting for you, as warm and comfortable as you expected, and I know your priority now is to rest well and get ready for class tomorrow. So let's say 'good night' 'Come on. Dudu!"

     Harry, Ron and Hermione had already met in the common room when Gwen and Katie came downstairs before breakfast the next morning. Harry was talking to Hermione as if he wanted someone to support his idea, but the wise witch seemed a little hesitant this time.

    Gwen's footsteps paused for a while, remembering that he had a confinement schedule with the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor today, so he raised his feet and decided not to get involved in the three people's affairs, and went to enjoy delicious food breakfast.

    The ceiling of the Great Hall was tiled blue with a few faint wisps of clouds, like the sky beyond the high mullioned windows. Professor McGonagall is handing out class schedules to sixth-graders who have just passed their O.W.L.s and many have had their subject schedule changed.

    Hermione's lessons were decided immediately, and she would continue to study spells, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Arithmetic Divination, Ancient Rune and Potions. She did not delay any longer, and immediately rushed to the first ancient rune class.

    Neville's situation took a little more trouble. Professor McGonagall looked down at his application, checking his O.W.L.s, and Neville's round face was full of anxiety.

    "Herbalism, good," she said, "O.W.L.s 'excellent', Mrs Sprout must be glad to see you back. Defence against the Dark Arts 'good' , is also eligible to continue the elective. The problem is Transfiguration. Sorry, Longbottom, the 'pass' grade is not good enough to take the N.E.W.Ts course in Transfiguration, and I'm afraid you may not be able to keep up."

    Neville lowered his head. Professor McGonagall looked at him through the square spectacles.

    "Why are you continuing to take Transfiguration? I don't think you really like it."

    Neville looked sad and muttered something like "my grandma wants me to learn".

    "Oh," said Professor McGonagall, snorting, "your grandma finally knows it's time to be proud of her grandson instead of always thinking her grandson should be better—especially when it happens After that at the Ministry of Magic."

    Neville's face turned crimson and his eyes blinked in confusion. Professor McGonagall had never praised him before.

    "Sorry, Longbottom, I can't put you in my advanced class. However, I see your Charms grades are 'good' - why don't you apply for the Charms enhancement class Woolen cloth?"

    "My grandmother thought it was easy to take the Charms class," Neville muttered.

    "Take your Charms class," said Professor McGonagall, "I'm writing a letter to Augusta reminding her that just because she failed her Charms O.W.L.s exam, it's not that It's not worth learning." Seeing the unbelievable delight on Neville's face, Professor McGonagall tapped a blank class schedule with the tip of his wand and handed it to Neville, which had been filled out in detail. The class he is taking this semester.

    "Next, Potter. Potter..." Professor McGonagall turned to Harry as she checked her notes, "Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration...anything. I have to say, I'm very satisfied with your Transfiguration grades, Potter, very satisfied. But why don't you apply to continue your Potions class? I remember your dream is to be an Auror in the future!"

    "Yes, but you told me that my O.W.Ls in Potions had to be 'Outstanding', Professor."

    "That's how Professor Snape taught this class. Professor Slughorn is very willing to accept students with 'good' O.W.Ls into advanced classes. You're willing to go on Potions ?"

    "Yes," said Harry, "but I didn't buy textbooks and materials or anything—"

    "I'm sure Professor Slughorn can lend you some." Professor McGonagall said, "Very well, Potter, here's your schedule. By the way, by the way— Twenty students have already signed up for the Quidditch team. I'll give you the list, and you can make time for the trials."

    A few minutes later, Ron's class schedule was arranged, and he had the same class as Harry, and the two left the table together.

    Gwen and Katie looked at these students who were one grade below them with interest, and felt that even pumpkin juice was better at this moment.

    "Girls, don't relax." Professor McGonagall didn't leave in a hurry, but stood behind them, "Seventh graders still have N.E.W.Ts exams. I hope you all—" The The serious dean put a hand on Gwen's shoulder and said heavily: "—graduate well, and get as many certificates as you can." Then she strode back to the dean's desk.

    "On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you think Professor McGonagall is warning me?" Gwen asked Katie with a long face.

    "I give 20. After the high-profile curtain call of Fred and George - the latter happens to be your boyfriend, do you think you are a high-risk person?" Katie's eyebrows are high lifted up.

    When Gwen came to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom in the afternoon, just as the sixth grade students were out of class, Snape was obviously not very happy.

    As soon as he took the class, he ruthlessly criticized their inappropriate teaching content in previous years. And students are required to learn to break the curse with a silent curse within half an hour.

    "I don't expect your brains to be able to use the silent spell perfectly, but I remind you that this is what you should have learned last year."

    Gwen once again found that his talent in Defense Against the Dark Arts, or combat magic, was limited. She was almost out of oxygen, and the wand didn't respond at all.

    "Breathe, Gwen," whispered Katie across from him, before having to deliver a relatively mild cursed attack under Snape's stare.

    Unfortunately, as soon as Gwen had time to change his breath, he was immediately hit by the spell on the corner of his robe and stumbled.

    Snape walked away with his hands behind his back, and Gwen saw his lips mutter something silently, vaguely making out the word "stupid".

    She is so angry, can you blame her? Who told Hogwarts to have a high probability of hiring an unreliable Defence Against the Dark Arts professor? You know, she didn't take out a wand in this class last year, and without the D.A. bootcamp, she would have done worse.

      After this incident, Gwen decided that in the current dangerous and turbulent situation, she must take good care of the last year of study and life, and strive to save a small life in the war.

    After class, when Gwen subconsciously wanted to go to the office at the back of the classroom, Snape stopped her impatiently.

    "I thought you were familiar with the place of confinement, Ollivander, underground."

    "What?" Gwen was dumbfounded. "Isn't this your new office?"

    Snape stopped paying attention to her, he seemed to be very busy, strode out of the classroom, and walked down the stairs back to his office in the Slytherin dungeon.

    "You're kind of nostalgic, Professor." Gwen took it for granted that everyone knew that an office on the third floor was much better than a gloomy basement.

    But what she got was Snape's hand that paused for a second