Hogwarts Crawler

"I'm telling you my life story not to guide you to start a revolution or become a dark wizard. I'm no longer young and don't have the energy for that."

Grindelwald pulled a chair over and sat down, crossing his legs:

"I'm doing this just to let you know my abilities. As one of the most accomplished dark wizards in the world, I know how to deal with dark magic better than any Auror."

"But you also know a lot about dark magic, don't you?"

Grindelwald glanced at the speaker, compared it with the roster in his mind, and raised his lips:

"That's right, and that's exactly one of the courses you need to learn, Miss Granger... After all, only when you understand something can you better deal with it, right? ?”

Nodding to Hermione and continuing to look at other students, Grindelwald said:

“I will do my best to teach you how to use magic... teach you how to use this unique power to protect yourself, I will explore your potential and tell you how to deal with danger. ”

“You may have noticed that there is no textbook for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year, because you don’t need it. Now that Voldemort has been resurrected…”

Grindelwald looked at the students who were a little panicked because he read out that name, and frowned slightly:

“I can understand that you are afraid of his power, but if you don’t even dare to mention his name, then children, please forgive me for being blunt, you are not suitable for this class. ”

“If you don’t even dare to face a dark wizard, Pull out the wand, then my suggestion is that you might as well enjoy this time..."

With a wave of the wand, the door of the classroom was opened, and Grindelwald's eyes swept across the faces of the students:

"While you are still safe in Hogwarts, go and have fun! Ride a few laps on your flying broom, try some delicious food you haven't eaten before, and tell the person you like that you like him... Why not do more meaningful things while you are still alive?"

Grindelwald looked at the motionless students, stood up and opened his hands:

"Do you think I'm kidding? No, I'm serious! If you all tremble because of a name, then what I teach in this class has no value to you, it is completely useless. Waste of life! Go! What are you waiting for? "

Looking at the students who were still motionless, Grindelwald suddenly realized:

"Or do you care about the eyes of your classmates around you, so you dare not go out? Don't be like this. After you are killed by the dark wizard, other people's eyes have no meaning to you. Don't let yourself regret before you die for such a small thing: 'Oh! Why didn't I just go out and do what I want to do? ', that would be too sad!"

Grindelwald walked to a student who was the most frightened just now, bent down, put his hand gently on his shoulder, and lowered his voice:

"I remember your name is... Neville Longbottom, right?"

"Yes, professor."

Neville shrank and nodded.

"If you are so scared, why do you insist on taking this course? Do you think the grades of this course can help you deal with the Death Eaters?"

"...No, professor."

Neville bit his lips tightly.

"Then do you still want to learn this course?"

"...Yes."

"Why?"

"..."

Looking at Neville who fell into silence, Grindelwald was not in a hurry:

"Why are you so scared and still want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts? Why do you wave your wand in front of someone who scares you?"

"For..."

Neville's eyes gradually became firm.

"Very good!"

Patting Neville on the shoulder, Grindelwald did not let him continue, but asked him to turn his head and look at him:

"Remember the emotions that surged in your heart at this moment... That will be the source of your strength."

Standing up, Grindelwald looked at the students:

"This is the first lesson I will teach you. Since you want to stay in this class, think clearly about why you wave your wand and why you want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts - don't tell me the answer, just keep it in your heart. When you die or graduate, you will have nothing to do with me anymore."

"But you should be very clear about the current situation outside Hogwarts, so don't deceive yourself, ask your heart..."

Back to the front of the classroom, looking at the students who were lost in thought, Grindelwald nodded:

"Okay, you can go back and lie on the bed, or think about the answer to the question slowly when you are alone. Now let's start class..."

In the first class, Grindelwald did not talk about anything too in-depth, only focusing on the text.The teaching efficiency of characters is too low, which does not meet Adam and his requirements.

So after class, Grindelwald looked at the students in front of him and said:

"Starting from next week, the class will be held outside the Forbidden Forest. I have asked your principal to prepare several venues in the Forbidden Forest for practice... What you need is practical teaching."

After this class, no one doubted Professor Grindelwald's words, because this is the reality they have to face.

After class, Grindelwald paced and planned to go to the principal's office for some snacks, but was stopped by a student.

"Professor Grindelwald!"

Grindelwald turned around and looked at the student, his eyes lit up:

"Oh, Mr. Longbottom... I like your eyes at that time, what's the matter?"

"I... I have some questions to ask..."

Looking at Neville, who was still a little timid but had a very firm look in his eyes, Grindelwald showed a caring professor's smile:

"No problem, come to my office."

Pushing the door of the office open, Grindelwald waved his wand, and a cushioned back stool was moved out from the corner. Grindelwald threw a silent clean-up stool on it:

"I haven't come to this office many times since it was assigned to me. If you can't find me, you can go to the portrait at the door of the principal's office to ask."

The dog-headed man brought back from Egypt by Adam is now responsible for helping Adam guard the door.

But if he really just regarded it as a simple portrait, then the Anubis scale hidden in the portrait and the motionless basilisk cosplaying as an ornament would teach him to be a good person in his next life - but it would not be used under normal circumstances.

Snapping his fingers and asking the house elf to prepare a cup of milk tea for himself and Neville, Grindelwald sat on the chair with his legs crossed and looked at Neville and said:

"What's your question?"

"Professor Grindelwald, I... I don't have a good talent for magic, can I learn the Defense Against the Dark Arts class well?"