A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 121 Defense Against the Dark Arts Class (available on the 31st)
On the new day, Damocles Belby had breakfast and went to his first class in a good mood.

According to Felix's suggestion, after negotiating with Dumbledore, he successively visited twelve wizards who had taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, which gave him first-hand information about the rumored curse.

According to these seniors, the influence of the curse is so subtle that they cannot even be felt, but after half a year, some hidden things begin to exert their influence, and they often encounter some accidents that seem to be coincidental.

As time goes on, this kind of accident will become more and more.

Their advice to Belby is, "When you encounter a failure that you shouldn't fail when you are brewing the potion one day, you should start preparing to leave."

Belby took these words to heart.

In the remaining few days, he began to prepare lessons seriously.

……

'Today is the second grade class, they should already have the level to deal with the red hat, but I'd better play it safe. ' It was his first lesson, and Belby was alternately excited and apprehensive.

When he appeared at the door of the classroom, the little wizards who were chatting at first focused their eyes on him.

The professor looked ordinary, tall and thin, and looked a little fragile, but he used magic to drag two large cages covered with cloth, which gave them a glimmer of expectation.

No way, their requirements are already very low.

The professor stood at the door and greeted them, "Come with me, little wizards, today is a practical class, I need to know your actual combat level." He directed the cage floating in mid-air to disappear at the door, "By the way, don't forget Your wand."

The little wizards packed their things in a hurry, but they exchanged surprised looks with each other.

It's been a long time since they've had a practical Defense Against the Dark Arts class, unless you count this year's memorable one, in which Gilderoy Lockhart brought a cage of Cornish Little goblin, messing up the classroom order.

"Know what I remembered?" Ron said pointedly.

"Those green-faced little guys can't be so quiet." Harry replied with experience.

In that practical lesson, it was the three of them who cleaned up the mess and brought the Cornish elf back into the cage. Hermione's Freezing Charm helped a lot.

They walked down the corridor to a quiet, empty classroom.

Belby put the metal cage in the corner, and there was a low "chirp" sound from inside. Neville, who was walking in front, shrank back, fearing that the things inside would grab his ears and fly to the ceiling.

"What do you think it is?" Harry asked.

"It sounds a bit like a kitten." Ron guessed.

"But catcats should show up in Care of Magical Creatures, they're not dangerous," said Hermione.

"I just hope it's not acromantula." Ron said hopefully, thinking that Hagrid had a group of acromantula in the Forbidden Forest, he couldn't help but want to knock open his thick skull and see him What do you think.

This news was a secret revealed by Hagrid when they were hunting down the monster in the Chamber of Secrets. When he saw the photo information about the acromantula found by Hermione later, he had been brooding about it.

"He even named it - Aragog!"

Belby looked at the classroom with emotion, and he recalled the scene when he was in school—although it was not too beautiful, because he didn't fit in very well at that time.

He re-introduced himself: "Many people may not know me very well. My name is Damocles Belby. I have some research on potions, but I am fully qualified to teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"To a certain extent, I still have certain advantages. I read the second grade textbooks, you need to learn some anti-jinxes, and learn how to deal with some low-dangerous magic creatures correctly, and I happened to be boiling potions , know them very well..."

He told a bad joke. Judging from the effect, the little wizards were indeed frozen.

Ron whispered to Harry, "Hagrid won't like him, I guess," but it occurred to him that he would like to introduce Aragog to the new professor.

Harry agreed, and would go mad if anyone dared to use Hagrid's "cutie" as a potion ingredient.

After introducing himself, Belby checked the name list and remembered the names of the little wizards one by one.

"Millison Burst."

"Neville Longbottom."

……

"Ronald Weasley."

After the roll call, the little wizards raised their hands curiously to ask questions. They had obtained all kinds of true and false news in advance——

"Professor, have you received the Order of Merlin?"

"Yeah, just this month."

"Are you a potions master?"

"That's how other people judge me."

"What is wolf poison potion?"

"A potion for alleviating the symptoms of a werewolf full moon."

"Who's stronger, you or Professor Snape?" It was a Gryffindor question, and the other half of the Slytherins glared at him.

"Well...the research directions are different, so there is no comparison."

After a few minutes, Belby realized that this group of young wizards who couldn't let their minds diverge were asking here and there, and they seemed to want to go to Snape to fight for the title of Hogwarts' number one Potions Master. head.

Belby cleared his throat and said, "Today, let's review what we've learned, Red Hat. I'll ask a few questions, and if you answer correctly, you'll get extra points—"

"professor!"

A little wizard interrupted him, "What is a red hat?"

Belby was a little dazed, "Uh... the red hat is a kind of magical animal similar to dwarves, they are distributed in the Nordic region, etc!" He looked at the confused expression below, "Haven't you learned about the red hat?"

His response was a uniform shake of the head and a sigh.

Belby paused, sensing something was wrong, calling out to a student, "What have you all learned?"

Seamus Finnigan stood up and said something incomprehensible: "Professor, we have learned to play vampires." He unbuttoned the outer wizard robe as a cloak, bared his teeth, and made a high-ranking aristocrat expression.

Many little wizards laughed.

"It's interesting, but not the answer I was looking for."

Finally, Hermione raised her hand to introduce their year's studies to the overwhelmed new professor.

"So, apart from the elf in the first class, you don't have any practical classes?" Belby was completely dumbfounded.

I had indeed inquired about this class, and I was mentally prepared, but no one told him that there was no practical part in the defense against the dark arts class?

It took about half a minute before he came back to his senses, "Okay, let's, uh...then let's learn about red hats today."

With a flick of his wand, he lifted the curtain over the cage.

They were taken aback by the creature in the cage, a small, scrawny creature with a dirty, dark-brown skin that was exposed except for a layer of red down on the top of its head.

"You can take a closer look," said Belby.

The little wizards bravely approached and looked at this fierce-looking creature——

They curled up in the cage, grinning at the little wizards, and one of the red hats suddenly smashed its claws on the enchanted metal cage.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang from the bars of the cage, but they were intact.

The little wizards were still taken aback.

Harry could clearly see that its claws were exaggerated and completely out of proportion to its body, with nails measuring at least an inch and a half.

Came Belby's voice explaining: "Notice their claws? I think someone has noticed that their forelimbs are very flexible, and they can use simple tools, such as sticks, sticks and stones."

"Redcaps are attracted to blood. In addition to normal hunting, if they encounter lone Muggles or little wizards in the wild, they will also sneak up behind them. Today we learn how to deal with them—"

(End of this chapter)