The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

"Decades ago, there was a young man who applied for this position, Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he failed, twice."

Ricardo stood on the podium and looked seriously at the students below.

His first lesson of the school year was to teach fifth-year students Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

The little wizards were sitting upright underneath, and no one dared to whisper.

Because as soon as he entered the door, Ricardo pulled down all the curtains and cast a magic spell without a wand to light up the oil lamp on the ceiling - the oil lamp shone faintly with green light. Then he stared at them with his eyes and said the above expressionlessly. Those words.

This scene reminded people of a certain snake king in the cellar... Even the Slytherins couldn't help but shudder.

"He then cursed the position, and all those who became Defense Against the Dark Arts professors would leave for various reasons."

This setting...this opening...are you telling a ghost story, professor?

At this time, the students no longer cared about what Ricardo would stop. They talked one after another to drive away the fear in their hearts.

"After my long investigation, it seems that that person has a resounding name." Ricardo seemed to have not heard the students' discussion and was talking to himself.

The students' discussion became louder, and Slytherin's expression was different, but there was a hint of vague or inexplicable pride.

They suddenly thought that that adult also applied to be the Dark Demon Defense Officer every year...

"His name is Fu, Di Mo."

Not Snape, Ravenclaw thought that was fine... Slytherin was a little frustrated...

Do not!

Wait!

Curse...who is the curser?

Voldemort... Voldemort... Earth Demon?

The dark room, the lights the color of the Killing Curse, the low and hoarse tone, and the name that frightens the world.In an instant, everyone's expressions turned frightened, and their blood vessels seemed to be frozen by ice.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Some people couldn't help shouting in horror!

Professor, what are you doing?

Ricardo looked at the frightened students, tried not to laugh out loud, sat down at a table, and waited for the students to be quiet.

It was his opening statement against the fifth graders that left such a lasting impression.

After all, they were only facing the ordinary wizard level exam, and they still had time to understand the true meaning of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

After a long time, the students regained their composure, and then he stood up again and spoke eloquently on the podium:

"That's right, it's the second-generation Dark Lord, the dark wizard whose name cannot be mentioned, the nightmare of the British Isles." Ricardo paced on the podium, twitching secretly at the corner of his mouth, "Besides, being raped by a one-year-old child The defeated wizard.”

This sounded ridiculous, but no one laughed.

"By the way, if you want to see the boy 'defeat' the Dark Lord, you can. It's best not to interfere with the other person's life."

He took out his wand and touched it on the wall behind the podium. Black lines appeared on the whiteboard, gradually forming a strange pattern:

"This is black magic, what we have to defend against. They are the most terrifying types of magic in the known world, including curses, killings, mind control and other spells that violate human morality, causing innocent people to suffer irreparable losses."

He turned his wrist and drew a green light on the whiteboard.

"For example, Avada Kedavra, a little green light will change your destiny. When a person's evil thoughts are strong enough, no known method can defend against the Kedavra spell."

"As long as you touch this curse, you will die immediately. There is no apparent solution to the curse."

This is certainly not black magic, and he hasn't actually learned it yet - after all, Beauxbatons School won't teach this kind of thing, and anyone who can teach Ricardo black magic has already been overthrown by him.

This is just a small extension of the Transformation Spell, with a touch of fantasy.

"The Cruciatus Curse, a small spell is comparable to the most horrific torture. Many wizards have become servants of others because they cannot bear the pain."

"This is one of the most profound spells that affects human beings. The abused either fall with the intention of revenge, or slump with despair, while the abuser can better understand the pleasure of abuse and continue to accept the power of darkness. A spell can Let both of them fall into the abyss.”

He drew another painful face, with red light flashing in the dark eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched but he tried his best to raise them, as if the beast in his heart was unconsciously reviving.

"The soul-stealing curse controls human souls. Even if you are a beloved family member in front of you, you will kill them mercilessly because of the order of the caster."

A marionette appears on the whiteboard, moving sluggishly under the pull of a string.

"To be honest, I am afraid of this spell, but I am not afraid of it either. I am afraid because it can turn a person into a puppet of others, but there are too many temptations in this world, so there are too many ways to create a puppet. .”

"And the Soul-Tampering Curse is just one of them. Even when the power is unequal, there is a danger of backlash, but this does not prevent it from becoming one of the three unforgivable curses."

"This course of ours is dedicated to the study of that kind of terrifying curse. As early as when humans learned the curse, it was born along with ambition and sin. Even now, he is hovering around us."

"This is what we learn about Defense Against the Dark Arts: we can't completely change the world and stop the spread of black magic, so we have to learn to protect ourselves."

"Then why don't we learn dark magic, Professor Silva?" A Slytherin suddenly said, "We can learn dark magic to protect ourselves. Don't Durmstrang students include dark magic as part of their curriculum?" One?"

The more he talked, the more excited he became: "We can use black magic to protect the people we cherish, deter the greedy people, and kill the hateful people... As long as you know who you are, isn't that enough?"

"Please be quiet."

Ricardo stared at the man for a long time, until his excitement stopped, then he looked away and said calmly:

"I don't know what your future will be like, sir, but school is by no means a place to hide filth and evil. It's not a place where you form gangs, it's not a place where darkness breeds, and it's not a place where you learn how to bully the weak and invade others. At least, Not in my mind."

"None of the ancestors of the four major colleges is a dark wizard. I don't want anyone in the school to be proud of learning black magic."

"To be honest, black magic is not necessarily more intimidating than white magic. In the famous 1945 Wizarding War, the headmaster Albus Dumbledore defeated Gaegler Grindelwald in Nurmengard. Become the leader of the White Wizards.”

"If you say this is an example, then let me give you another example."

"Some people should know that I have written a book called "Analysis of Combat Magic", which contains records of actual combat methods for fighting black wizards. If you look carefully, you will find that all I use is white magic, and I , Ricardo Silva, aged only.”

"Don't think that white magic is really less powerful than black magic. Once you learn the spells, the white wizard will still beat the black wizard."