Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

There was a lot of noise in the auditorium at noon, and many little wizards were noisy. They had no classes in the afternoon, which made them feel particularly relaxed. On weekends, they could play around the school with their friends.

However, the expressions of the fifth-year students at the dining tables of each college were not very good, and few of them even touched the food on their plates.

Chris looked at Professor Flitwick's forehead in surprise. It looked like it had hit the door frame, and there was a big bruise.

But with Professor Flitwick's height, he obviously couldn't hit the door frame.

"Fritz, what's wrong with your forehead?"

Professor Flitwick took a deep breath: "Oh, Chris, do you think I have been in school for too long and have no vigilance at all?"

"Oh? Why do you think so suddenly?" Chris asked curiously.

"During class today, there was something wrong with a student's wand. When he was casting the spell, it suddenly popped out and hit me on the forehead, but I didn't react at all!"

As a former duel champion, Professor Flitwick was upset. Not only did this make him feel ashamed, but he also felt that his life was too comfortable.

Chris pursed his lips to prevent himself from laughing: "Fritz, this is normal. The strong protective power in the castle will make everyone relax their vigilance. There is nothing wrong with that. At least this is how I sleep after coming to school. It’s the most stable it’s been in years, isn’t that good?”

"That's true, but I always feel like I'm a lot older."

"Relax, I believe there will be a chance for you to regain your enthusiasm. I have been thinking about how to improve students' practical ability recently." Chris comforted.

That guy Lockhart will start a dueling club in order to restore his lost image. You don't have to push it by yourself. When he can't maintain it, he can just take over and improve the level of dueling. This will make it more natural.

Professor Flitwick sounded like he was very interested and said: "Really? If you need to come to my place then, just tell me. By the way, I have already found some clues about the magic trajectory of natural magic you mentioned. , I believe it won’t be long before I can give you some advice.”

"That's really great!" Compared to other things, what Chris cares about the most is of course natural magic. Any of these professors are all masters in the magic world, and their suggestions will definitely benefit Chris a lot. .

After eating, Chris returned to the office and found a gray owl standing elegantly on the desk. When he saw someone coming in, he lowered his head and picked up his little paw and patted an envelope next to him, then tilted his head and opened his eyes. Look at Chris with big eyes.

Picking up the letter, I found it was a letter from Delis.

Chris took out some nuts and put them on the table. He sat on a chair and read. He put his other hand on the little guy's head and slowly started to rub it. The owl was not in a hurry to eat the nuts, but squinted against Chris's hand. He closed his eyes and made a comfortable sound of "coo coo".

The content of the letter probably tells where the old woman Skeeter has been recently and who she has been in contact with.and indicated a possible appearance at her home in Newcastle on Saturday.

It's time to deal with this old woman's affairs, so as not to make some bad remarks again.Flames appeared in Chris's hand and burned the letter completely. The dust slowly floated out the window and was blown away by the wind.

Chris let go of the owl he was stroking and said, "Eat quickly, and then send me a letter back after you finish."

"Cuckoo!"

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In the Gryffindor common room, a fifth-year student was vividly introducing the new Defense Against the Dark Arts course to the little lions surrounding him.

Although he was still a little scared at the moment, the adoring eyes of the schoolmates next to him made him feel very happy. He wished he could listen to the scream of Mandrake again in front of them, even if he had not yet learned the "Invincible Iron King Kong" (he get the name yourself).

"Oh, Shet! Merlin's beard! Assistant Will, is he a devil? He actually made you listen to the cries of mandrakes for three and ten minutes?"

Ron opened his mouth and grabbed his hair in shock. They just had an herbal medicine class about mandrake yesterday. Professor Sprout told them that this is a fatal cry. How dare he!

He was suddenly glad that it was Lockhart who taught them. Even though he had called him an idiot yesterday, Ron forgave Lockhart in an instant. At least he would not let them listen to Mandrake cry. How loud.

Hermione also had an incredulous expression on her face. In the little witch's mind, Aurors should be regarded as policemen and soldiers in the Muggle world. They are extremely decent people. She has never seen any soldier retire and become a teacher and then throw it in front of the students. grenade and tell them how to guard against it.

The student who was explaining the Defense Against Dark Arts class raised his head proudly and said: "Assistant Professor Will said that the magic world outside is very dangerous. This is to train our ability to deal with emergencies. Only real men can It's pretty good! And I'm going to be an Auror in the future, so this level of training is nothing."

After receiving the admiration of a large number of little fans, Harvey Lyle was full of confidence and felt that he would definitely be able to finish the next Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson standing up.

"Harry, I think that Assistant Professor Will is definitely a pervert. He must be using the pleasure he gets from torturing students to learn black magic!"

After the crowd dispersed, Ron pulled Harry and whispered, after experiencing what happened to Professor Quirrell in the first year of school, it was hard for them to believe that this position of teacher changed every year.

Harry hesitated. He felt that Assistant Professor Will was not that bad. This had a lot to do with Harry's character.

Assistant Coach Will greeted him twice with kindness, and the second time he taught Malfoy a lesson.

"I have investigated his information at school and found nothing strange. I have also asked many portraits about his deeds at school. Sir Cadogan said that he is a Hufflepuff, and Hufflepuff is not There will be bad guys." Hermione frowned.

She found out a lot about Chris, but the more she checked, the more she felt she couldn't understand this man. She had been playing hide-and-seek with Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest since the second grade. She barely passed the Potions class every year, but failed in two key exams. Miraculously, he was so good that he actually got involved in the Wizengamot Trial in the sixth grade. He fought against seven and eighty-nine all year round. The most glorious time was when one person knocked down half of Slytherin House. What happened that day is still discussed by those senior students. Considered Slytherin Day of Shame.

He didn't look like a Hufflepuff, and his behavior made Hermione think he was more like a Gryffindor.

"I believe Assistant Will, and I also believe Principal Dumbledore." Harry said, touching the scar on his head. At least he intuitively felt that Assistant Will was a good person.