A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 622 Sixth Grade Defense Against the Dark Arts Class
In the classroom, Grindelwald was carefully wiping the wand in his hand.

Black velvet brushed over the smooth, supple shaft and the tiny shimmering gems.His movements were meticulous, and he completed the work under the watchful eyes of the four professors.

He dropped the velvet, held his wand close to his eyes, stared at it for a moment, and then blew away the fine dust.

At this moment, Grindelwald turned his head and looked through the door frame at the messy line in the corridor. Harry was standing at the front, and a little girl with messy brown hair squeezed half of her body into the classroom, with a surprised mouth. Zhang into an O shape.

"Come in." He grinned and said.

Students poured in.

Harry wanted to say hello to the new professor, but he chose to stay silent in the end, his mind completely filled with the statue-like professor sitting in the back row, why is Snape here?What is the reason for Professor McGonagall?And Professor Haipu and Headmaster Dumbledore, have they made an appointment?
Hermione walked in almost on her feet. She chose a seat in the first row and sat down, not daring to breathe.

Harry had already walked past, but he turned sharply, his shoes screeching against the ground, and he resolutely sat down next to Hermione.Then Ron, Neville, Seamus... Every student who came in restrained his unrestrained movements when he saw the four professors, and tiptoed around like a kitten.

The Slytherins exchanged glances, hiding the obvious hostility on their faces.They originally planned to make a fool of the new professor in order to avenge their dean, but they are a little confused now-if only Snape was alone, they would take it for granted that the dean came to find fault, but they don't think Professor Snape He will bring three other colleagues to fight against him, not to mention Professor McGonagall, who has always been serious and fair, and the principal who personally made the appointment.

When all the students are seated, the last three rows are still vacant.

"laugh."

Someone chuckled, as if they thought the scene was funny.It would have been funny, Harry thought indignantly, if he had been standing on the lectern or at the back of the room to see the students look like quails, but he was one of them now, so He couldn't bring himself to empathize with Professor Happer's teasing sound.

He could only focus on the new professor.

The interior is well lit.The bright morning sun shone straight in through the huge open windows, and shone on Professor Bagshot's face, illuminating every wrinkle on his face clearly.He was wearing black wizard robes and was thinner than normal, but he was much better than when Harry first met him.His gray hair was pulled back, and the fine wrinkles on his neck were hidden in the collar of the wizard's robe, and appeared on the skin on the back of his hands. His hands were slender and dexterous, but they were no longer young, eroded by time— — except for those slightly deep-set blue eyes, shining in the sun, like the sparkling light reflected from the surface of the black lake outside the window.

Grindelwald put away his wand, put his hands behind his back, and looked around the classroom.

"Hogwarts," he said, "is an old wizarding school, as good as any other in the world. I hope to see some life in your faces."

There was a hint of pride on the faces of the students, and they couldn't help but sit up straight, feeling proud.

"Ah, it seems that you have realized that you are in an excellent group, and this will be a good start." Grindelwald said softly, his voice was hoarse, but the students couldn't help being attracted.

They found that every time the professor spoke, he turned his toes slightly so that his body was fully facing some of the students.

"I lived in the school for a while, and what impressed me the most was a sentence." Grindelwald said a sentence in Latin, and asked expectantly: "Can anyone tell me what this sentence means? ?”

Most of the class glanced at a girl in the front row.There, Hermione's arm was poking in the air like a javelin, and her hand was raised so fast that it almost hit Harry, and Grindelwald caught the eyes of the students and set their eyes on her.

"It's 'Don't Disturb the Sleeping Dragon,' sir," said Hermione nervously. "It's also the Hogwarts motto."

"Your name, ma'am?" Grindelwald took out a roll.

"Granger, Hermione Granger," whispered Hermione.

"Granger," repeated Grindelwald, casting a nonchalant glance at Felix, who was in the last row, whispering something to Snape. "Please take a seat, Ms. Granger. Oh, I forgot one thing - five points for Gryffindor." He tossed the roll on the table. "I hope to get to know you in this way. Take out your textbooks."

"Which one... sir?" a student raised his hand unhurriedly and asked.

"How Muggles Think, and, you can call me Professor Bagshot," Grindelwald asked Draco, "What's your name?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"Another familiar name, full member of the Anti-Dark Arts League? Now turn to page 147 and read the chapter on 'Social Organization'. You have ten minutes."

"But, Professor Bagshot," said a tall student, frowning, "why are we learning these things in Defense Against the Dark Arts?" His friend Justin tugged at his sleeve, but he was stubborn. Say: "If I want to know what Muggles think, why not take Muggle Studies?"

The other students stopped what they were doing - frankly, they were not interested in the books in their hands, for the same reason as Ernie.No one wanted to be foolishly reading a Muggle studies book in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, hoping for a dissent, and the eyes of the students flitting back and forth between Ernie and Professor Bagshot.

"your name."

"Ernie MacMillan." Ernie puffed out his chest.

"Hufflepuff?"

"Yes, yes." Ernie's body was a bit shorter, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that the professor's eyes were scary.

"Mr. MacMillan of Hufflepuff, why don't you take ten minutes to read it? The answer is in there."

Reluctant reading and the sound of flipping pages followed.

Dumbledore lowered his voice and asked with interest: "Maybe I missed reading it. Is there anything interesting about this chapter?" Snape and Professor McGonagall looked at Felix at the same time, Felix Also almost in a whisper: "Just introduced some Muggle clubs, societies and social activities."

10 minute passed quickly.

"Can anyone tell me what you've all learned?" Grindelwald asked, looking around, "McMillan?"

Ernie was sweating a little nervously.

"Well... I know a lot of Muggle clubs and groups, such as trade unions, hobby clubs and associations, committees, religious societies, academic clubs, political clubs, parties, bands..."

"No, Mr. McMillan, no." Grindelwald said softly, "I'm not asking you to repeat what you saw. Unless your judgment is wrong, but I don't think there are any blind people here." The students laughed softly, But Grindelwald didn't laugh, but was very serious.

"Use your brains," he said sharply. "Your brains are for thinking—Harry Potter?"

Harry stood up blankly.

"Tell me what comes to your mind."

"Uh, a lot of people...?" Harry whispered, very unashamedly.Some students laughed lightly.

"Another word."

"I have some groups in mind." Harry raised his voice.

"It's very close." Grindelwald walked towards him.

"...the crowd?" Harry said wryly.

"Crowds, yes, that's right." Grindelwald said, patting Harry on the shoulder. "After tearing off the elaborate camouflage, you will see what people are in groups. The answer is accurate, Potter, please." Sit down." He returned to the podium.

Desperately trying not to show the confusion on his face, Harry sat back in his chair and couldn't help wondering, what did he just answer?
But his attention was completely absorbed by Professor Bagshot's words.

"We, humans," Grindelwald said, "were weak and lazy, not good at dealing with those complex logic and ideas, but we wanted to show ourselves not so ignorant, so everyone we met Divided into different groups, labeled..."

"The good, the bad; the British, the European; Hogwarts, Durmstrang; you're with me, he's my opposite... There's always an excuse. We're so desperate They actively seek identity recognition and form a group in interpersonal relationships, for fear that they will be left behind and become isolated and helpless.”

"As the oldest school of wizardry, perhaps even the oldest, you—the students of Hogwarts—have an obligation to combat this rooted physical and mental defect, to avoid mediocrity. Mediocre people are too lazy to think for themselves , but they rely heavily on the group, and the final result is to casually hand over the rights they should have enjoyed.”

"And crowds are the most irrational."

The classroom became silent.At this time, Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Professor Bagshot." So Grindelwald immediately changed his words, "Mr. McMillan asked before, what does Muggle thinking have to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I will now can answer."

"The purpose of this class is to teach students how to resist danger. I saw that you have learned how to resist dark creatures and how to defend against evil spells, but I found that you still have a huge lack of ability to protect yourself. There is a type of danger that you do not have. Considering it is so close to you, and you ignore it, once—”

"Professor Bagshot." Dumbledore raised his voice, and there was a warning element in his tone.

Grindelwald remained silent, he drew out his wand, and stabbed the tip of the wand on the desk like a dagger with his backhand.

Suddenly the classroom was filled with fog.

The students' vision was blurry, and for a split second, Harry and a dozen or so students stood up, looking around warily, wands clutched.Grindelwald was a little surprised by their reaction, but he couldn't see it on his face at all. He stared at Dumbledore who stood up with angry eyes, and slightly gestured with his mouth.

Felix narrowed his eyes.What Grindelwald said was: You can stop me, but you can't stop-

That's where it ends.

The students in the classroom didn't know anything about it, they just looked at Harry and the students at the forward lookout in surprise, wondering why they reacted so strongly.But immediately, they heard the sound of messy footsteps and fierce slogans, as if they came from a distant place.

Colorful flags and a joyful parade crowd came towards them from behind Professor Bagshot, and then went straight through them-the students subconsciously leaned back, but they soon realized that this was just an illusion, those people-should be Muggles, it won't affect me at all.

They had seen a similar scene in classroom seven.

"London New Year's Parade, quite a famous festival." Grindelwald said casually, "It attracts hundreds of thousands of tourists from all over the UK and around the world every year, so there is nothing to be surprised about... After all, there are almost as many people in the UK alone. 6000 million people, and the total population of the world is close to 60 billion.”

The students below let out a gasp of surprise.They stared at the dense crowd, laughing and laughing all the way.

Harry had seen parades, but he lived in Surrey, where the population was only a few hundred thousand, far less spectacular.The Dursleys had been to London on New Year's, but he wasn't there every time, and he would be thrown into Mrs. Figg's custody at that time.

But Hermione has obviously seen this kind of scene, she is whispering science to Harry and Ron, "The London Parade has been very popular since its birth in 1987, and it is the most important festival of the year. There are professional parades from all over the world Performers, covering dance, music, juggling, cheerleading, antique car display... It is an unparalleled audio-visual feast."

"It's so lively." Ron said with admiration.

Soon the students watched it with gusto, and it was a very novel experience for them—it was like they were watching a Muggle movie for the first time in an ancient rune class, and they were completely attracted.Many people's faces were infected by the joyful crowd, with the same joy and smiles on their faces.

"I've never seen such a big balloon." A student raised his head, and a huge colorful doll seemed to pass through the ceiling.

"Hey! Those dancing girls are so beautiful!"

Grindelwald tapped the table with his wand, and the cheerful scene froze instantly.As the fog dissipated, the parade crowd paused, then turned their heads stiffly in unison, staring blankly at the students in the classroom.Being stared at by hundreds of people, Harry felt his heart skip a beat, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, and the joy in his mind disappeared without a trace.

Finally, the smoke cleared, and so did the stiff crowd.

Harry slumped in his seat, out of breath, and seemed to be losing control of his limbs.He couldn't help but imagine what would happen if those people rushed up suddenly, those indifferent eyes without a trace of emotion, like a corpse... He shivered.

He looked around - Hermione was shivering, Ron and Neville were pale as if they had been seriously ill.A few seats away, Malfoy's lips were tightly pursed, his eyes shone with a strange light, and several students even retched silently.

"You should understand by now that the Statute of Secrecy is under increasing pressure with the increasing number of Muggles and the rise of what they call 'technology', and what I'm about to teach you—"

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes—against Professor McGonagall's glare, Snape's scrutinizing eyes, and Felix's serious expression, and confronted Dumbledore across the classroom, he grinned and showed his white teeth.

"——how to hide yourself better."

There were no more accidents in the rest of the class, as if what happened before was just an episode. Grindelwald introduced the concept of 'silent spell' to the students according to the teaching progress.

"To put it simply, the silent spell is just a means of concealment casting. It can give you a first-hand advantage and an information advantage in a duel. Similarly, it is also very effective when used to hide yourself in Muggle society." He added.

Grindelwald demonstrated it himself. He pointed at himself with his exclusive wand, and the wizard robe on his body was immediately changed into a set of Muggle clothes, and his thin cheeks became another face of a middle-aged man.

If it wasn't for being too frightened before, the students would definitely applaud this complex and exquisite transformation technique.

Grindelwald glanced at the time, "There are still 10 minutes left, so please continue to read the textbook, I believe you will have different insights." While the students were reading in peace, Dumbledore quietly stood up.

"Professor Bagshot, we need to talk about your syllabus."

"Oh, no problem," said Grindelwald, "Headmaster Albus Dumbledore."

(End of this chapter)