Rebirth of the Harry Potter

I had a potions class in the morning, but I didn't expect Snape's defense against the dark magic class in the afternoon.

The students at Gryffindor just feel the pain and want to live.

When entering the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Professor Snape was already sitting behind the podium.

Snape won’t remember the poor performance in the Potions class and transferred his anger to this class, right? Slytherin and Gryffindor's classmates were uneasy.

Obviously, their worries were unnecessary. Although Snape had a very bad personality, he distinguished the two things very clearly.

After all the classmates sat down, Snape stood up with his wand in his dark robe, his cold face faded, and his condescending gaze. Before speaking, everyone was shaken by Snape.

"You are lucky." Snape opened his mouth.

But these words didn't make the little wizards relax, on the contrary, they felt heavier, because Snape actually showed a slight smile, which was very light, but from the heart.

"Because you will never find a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who is more responsible than me." Snape said calmly.

"Last year you learned the magic before the fifth grade. This year you will learn all the magic up to the seventh grade. As for the black magic, it was just an introduction before, and then you will learn more advanced black magic."

"In my teaching arrangement, the way you learned magic to eliminate monsters last year was still too simple, and the methods were too gentle, and it didn't really help you to have a firm grasp of magic."

"Hi..." The classroom was breathing in.

Is that still mild?

Not to mention the enemies who usually practice magic to deal with, but only the sac-poisonous leopard faced by the final exam last semester. It is faster than the wind, and it can scratch the magic armor formed by the armor curse with one claw. The lone werewolves are just little brothers in front of it. If it wasn't for everyone to unite against the enemy and support each other, then there were really a few people who were about to be dismembered, between life and death.

Snape looked at the student's reaction and smiled contemptuously: "Do you still think you are good enough?"

"To be honest, last year there was only the final assessment level that was dangerous. Usually, I subdued the monsters and you chanted curses slowly. As a result, in the face of the cystic leopard, how many people were so scared that they even had magic wands Unable to hold, dozens of people formed a circle back to back. No one actively attacked, but only dared to defend passively."

"Do you think this is a good performance?"

Everyone's expressions were a bit embarrassing, because they really showed off to others during the summer vacation.

Snape was silent for a while, took a few quick steps on the podium, and asked abruptly, "Who can tell me what the purpose of studying Defense Against the Dark Arts is?"

Everyone, look at me and I look at you, don’t know how to answer this question.

After waiting for a while, Snape named a Slytherin student: "Melvin Metcalfe."

A boy stood up, showing a confident look: "Professor, it should be to guard against black magic."

Snape said with a mean face, "Sit down for me, put your face on the table, and don't let me see your stupid face."

Melvin Metcalf complied very obediently.

"Does I use a weapon against you, so you just stand still? That's not black magic." Snape made a sarcasm.

"Dean Thomas, you will answer."

Dean beside Ron has been pulling Ron's arm, wanting Ron to give him a hint.

But what can Ron know?

Dean seemed to have a heavy waist. This process of standing up lasted for ten seconds, and the book was turned over and over by him.

Finally, he looked brave and said: "I think it is easier to join the Auror office if you have a good grade in this subject. I heard that the Auror's salary is very high..."

"Wow……"

"That's the truth."

"We are already in fifth grade, and we must consider future work issues."

Everyone just wanted to laugh at Dean and then thought about it, as if he was right.

Maybe Snape wanted this answer.

Snape didn't know what expression to show, he seemed to be angrily grinning, he said "ha", and his wand hand trembled slightly, as if the phrase "Avadazo" was about to be overwhelmed.

"Dean Thomas, I think if you eat that book, you might become an Auror." Snape said.

His face was cold, and he asked, "Harry Potter, what do you think?"

Harry said without hesitation: "Knock down the enemy faster and faster."

Snape's skinny hands stopped shaking, he didn't praise Harry, and he didn't find anyone else on this issue.

"You have learned so much magic, how many people think you have mastered it? Can you use the most appropriate magic to deal with any emergencies? Now let you face a Death Eater, and who of you can confidently say that you can use magic without thinking. The curse makes the Death Eaters unable to resist? Whether it's an unforgivable curse or fainted, who has the courage to shoot?"

The classroom is more silent.

Snape looked calm: "So starting this year, I will teach you not only magic, but also how to fight with magic."

"The fighting club will be reopened, but it's not your third-year play house game. After you have almost mastered magic, in the next semester, I will arrange new enemies for you."

"The first lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts, the first thing you have to learn is...shut your mouth."

The little lion and the little snake looked puzzled, but they didn't speak.

With a wave of Snape's wand, everyone noticed something strange in their throats. They opened their mouths and uttered vigorously, but the classroom was extremely quiet. After a while, all the students screamed and blushed because of lack of oxygen.

Snape said unhurriedly: "Which one of you can use magic now? Any magic."

Harry and Hermione lifted the dumb spell the first time, and then watched Snape's performance quietly. They knew that Snape wanted the students to be used to casting the spell silently, so naturally they would not act deliberately.

Snape became very patient.

After a while, the students who had just panicked calmed down.

They found that the silent curse was not as difficult as they thought. Many people chanted the curse silently with their mouths one by one, and waved their wands to successfully use the magic.

Then they looked at Snape slightly.

Snape smiled coldly: "Who told you to open your mouth."

With another wave of the wand, everyone's mouths closed tightly, stronger than glue.

"Hmm..."

Snape said, "Does your opponent still wait for you to open your mouth to recite a spell? The process of chanting a spell is to think about it with your mind, not to make a sound with your mouth. When you cast a spell, you don’t read the spell out loud. This unexpected effect can Let you be ahead of your opponents. In many cases, this often represents the right to survive. Of course, not all wizards can do this, because it requires a lot of attention and willpower. If half of you can reach the passing level in my mind before the end of fifth grade, I will be satisfied..."

The students wanted to release magic without chanting the spell and worked hard, listening to Snape's continuous taunts coming from their ears.

Until the end of get out of class, only Malfoy used the Levitation Charm.

Snape waved his wand and lifted everyone's dumb curse.

Everyone opened their mouths and exhaled. For the first time, they felt that not opening their mouths to chant a spell was more uncomfortable than killing them.

"Continue next class, you'd better practice every magic tens of thousands of times outside of class~www.ltnovel.com~."

Snape looked at everyone’s unrestrained expressions, and for some reason, he reminded him with a benevolent face: "You should know one thing. During the summer vacation, a wizard applied to Dumbledore for a course in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor. Her teaching concept is very different from mine. What I hope is practical application. She hopes that this course will only focus on theory and return to the textbook. It is best to let you not even touch the magic wand."

"Professor, where is her?" a student asked impatiently.

Snape glanced at him, not angry, just a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "She's dead."

"..."

The students exchanged a regretful look.

My God, there is such a perfect teacher, who is completely anxious about what students want, thinking about what students think.

But why did he die? Oh, what a pity.

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