Azkaban students at Hogwarts

When Roman woke up, the hour hand pointed to seven o'clock exactly.

Although Dumbledore allowed him to buy a wand of his own today and told him that he could choose his own course.

But after studying the four course schedules, he realized how busy the donkeys at Hogwarts (sorry, the professors at Hogwarts) were, and that he had to choose a Potions class or Defense Against the Dark Arts this morning class.

Otherwise he will miss a professor's first lecture, which is never a good thing.

Compared to potions that require a wand to stir, freshmen who don't even know how to spell clearly don't need to wave a wand in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

And he really wanted to see how his old friend was "untiringly destroying people".

To say the least, he didn't want to attend Snape's class with Gryffindor.

Such exciting things are not suitable for children.

When Roman walked into the classroom carrying a brand new copy of "Black Magic: Self-Defense Guide", many students were already sitting there waiting.

As for those who didn't come, they either got up a step late or were struggling with the constantly moving Hogwarts stairs at 140-[-].

The dazzling sunlight shines into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

He found that his plain black robes were incompatible with the blue and bronze lining of the Ravenclaw students.

So he walked directly behind the Hufflepuff students and sat down under the "caring for socially awkward" looks from several freshmen.

Trocca retained his good business habits - punctuality.

He strode into the classroom with his blond hair flowing behind his hat, making people suspect that he was actually a shampoo model.

"Let me see if everyone is here."

"If you're not here, please raise your hand?"

He told a cold joke, but it only caused a few people to twitch at the corners of their mouths.

"Young people nowadays are so funny."

He muttered under his breath and pulled out his wand.

"Okay, it looks like everyone is here!"

He turned around and tapped his wand on the blackboard, "So, does anyone know about the subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"Sorry, Professor, we're late."

Outside the door, three Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff gasped for breath.

The room erupted with laughter.

"Okay, four gentlemen, it seems that your performance is better than mine." Troca shrugged, "Please quickly find a seat and sit down."

He was not disturbed. He was still a newbie as a teacher, but when it came to dealing with accidents, he was an expert.

A line of eye-catching characters appeared on the blackboard.

Defense Against the Dark Arts – Fundamentals.

The little wizards had disappointed expressions on their faces.

Although everyone knows that they don't know any spells and can't even hold a magic wand, no one wants to have a boring theory class in the first period of school.

"Look at your book, Self-Defense Guide. What do you think it mainly talks about?"

He seemed to underestimate the Ravenclaw's ability to learn, as rows of arms went up simultaneously.

"Yes, sir."

Troca happily nodded to a Ravenclaw boy in the front row.

“In different situations, choose the most effective way to counteract black magic, including but not limited to identifying black magic items, dealing with magical creatures that are hostile to wizards, and counter-spells for common evil spells and counterattacks against dark wizards. Spell.”

"Very good, it looks like I'm going to lose my job. What's your name?" Trocca clapped his hands encouragingly.

"Roger Davis."

"Very well, Mr. Davis, please take a seat. Five points for Ravenclaw."

He turned his head and typed three more letters vertically on the blackboard.

WWH.

"Defense masters have historically had different opinions on how to combat the dark arts."

He turned around, and behind the three letters, words began to appear for each.

"For example, Quentin Trimble believes that it is understandable to use some spells to defeat dark wizards or dark creatures."

He pointed to the students' desktops.

"So there are some powerful spells in your Black Magic: Self-Defense Guide."

Obviously, the words "powerful spell" stimulated the nerves of the little wizards, and even a few students who had obviously not slept well suddenly became energetic.

"Wilbert Slinka advocated the use of non-offensive spells to resist black magic. He believed that the term 'anti-jinx' was just a modification of 'jinx'."

"To be honest, this reminds me of what an old friend of mine said: I have two death curses. Can you tell me which one is noble and which one is dirty?"

Troca smiled and asked the students:

"Do you think this is correct?"

"Of course not!" a boy in the middle shouted loudly, "I can't keep getting beaten."

The students in the classroom all laughed, and even Roman couldn't help but be infected and grinned.

"Roman Heller!"

Troca suddenly called Roman's name.

"What do you think?"

Roman wasn't surprised.

He could tell that Trocca was serious about this job, so there was no reason for him to let his living case go.

After all, they may be the only two people in the classroom who have actually dealt with black magic.

The students also turned their heads, and they were also full of curiosity about this unusual classmate.

"It makes sense, but it makes too much sense."

It's really like listening to your words.

The students were laughing again, but Troca stopped them.

He continued to ask:

"What's the point?"

Roman looked at his serious eyes and knew that there was no point in being confused and perfunctory.

"In Wilbert Slinka's "Theory of Magical Defense," a large amount of space is devoted to describing how to adopt non-offensive defenses against magical attacks. This sounds very negative, but it is in line with another of his views."

He did not wait for Trocca to ask further questions and continued:

"A curse is a curse. Using a curse will cause people's emotions to fluctuate greatly. The more powerful the curse, the greater the stimulation to the caster."

"Then we just let the other side attack?"

A girl from Ravenclaw suddenly asked.

"No, of course not. That's why I say he makes so much sense." Roman nodded at her in response.

"Although he also thoughtfully prepared non-retaliatory measures and the content of negotiations."

"But these have a premise, that is, the wizard himself can suppress the curse and subdue the dark wizard by relying on counter-spells and protective spells; or at least a stalemate with the opponent."

"It's not about defending against dark magic, it's about crushing it."

"Simply put, this theory is too perfect, so perfect that only masters like Dumbledore can use it."

"For us ordinary people, the true meaning of this theory is that we must always be vigilant and not let ourselves be addicted to evil curses."

The classroom was quiet for two or three seconds.

The students who had just come into contact with spells had no awareness of the classification of spells, but Troca looked at Roman with great admiration.

Obviously the two people's views coincide with each other.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you will remember these words."

He didn't mention any topics that might cause embarrassment, he just motioned for Roman to sit down with his eyes.

Troca turned to the blackboard. The words after WWH had been written. Half of the blackboard was covered by hazy fog, and only half of it could be seen.

W - When is Defense Against the Dark Arts required?

W - Where does Defense Against the Dark Arts need to be used?

H - How to use proper Defense Against the Dark Arts?

He waved his wand and a piece of parchment fell in front of each student.

"Now, please read Chapter 1 of your textbook, and then write your answers on the parchment."

Troca watched quietly as the students began to turn over the books, with a calm expression on his face.

Roman did not turn over the book, but looked at Troca with a half-smile.

Human energy is limited. He put most of his energy into potions, but he only learned a drop in the bucket. As for the remaining energy, he could only give up on other subjects or pick one or two monographs to read.

Who made you feel compelled to buy a new copy of "Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense"?

Um, Troca?

The cost price of a high-quality unicorn horn is 15 Galleons; the seven-handed "Dark Magic: Self-Defense Guide" also costs [-] Sickles, plus the notes of previous owners, you get [-] Galleons. Not much.

Troca seemed to hear his money bag move.

He came back to his senses and looked guiltily at the dense notes on the textbook in front of him.

"Now, please hand in your answers."

He waved his wand.

The parchments flew towards him at the same time, falling into his hands one after another.

Thanks to the small number of students, he could read quickly.

"It's not wrong to use it when life is threatened, but it's too general."

"In the right place? I'm not doing brain teasers."

"Use the strongest spell? I don't agree. This may intensify conflicts."

"As for this, good, good summary, Ravenclaw plus three points."

He turned the parchment over, giving several Ravenclaws points, and finally held a piece of parchment in his hands.

"Cedric Diggory." He raised his head and scanned the classroom blankly.

A tall boy stood in the middle of the Hufflepuff.

"Very good, five points for Hufflepuff."

"Defense against the Dark Arts should be used when someone's life, liberty or property is threatened; try to avoid conflicts, especially in unfamiliar places. If a confrontation must break out, you should stay as close as possible to a place you are familiar with or where someone may come to help. ; Judge the strength of the spell to be used according to the opponent’s intention.”

Troca paused, "I want to know how you came up with this. It doesn't seem like it was summed up from a book."

Cedric looked embarrassed.

"I just thought of it, right before class."

"I remembered, you were late." Troca nodded, "Why, does being late help develop ideas? Then I have to consider moving the class time forward."

His joke was even colder. 1

The two Hufflepuff girls even tightened their scarves.

"Yes, Professor, we were trapped on a flight of stairs. And a ghost named Peeves came out of the wall and hit us with chalk."

Troca did not show any distressed expression, but asked with great interest:

"So, how did you get out of trouble?"

"It's Professor McGonagall. She conjured a ladder for us and drove away Peeves." Another Ravenclaw who was also late explained.

"Of course, Professor McGonagall can always detect that something is wrong in advance." Troca sighed, "But it doesn't sound like it will waste much time."

"Not only that, when we were almost there, Peeves appeared again, and he tried to knock down the armor to stop us."

Cedric recalled with some helplessness, it was not a pleasant thing to have the entire corridor's armor hitting him.

"So, you chose to confront Peeves in an unfamiliar place and suffered a big loss?"

Troca smiled and put down the parchment in his hand.

"No, we chose a detour. We went to Professor Flitwick's office."

Roger Davis suddenly spoke up.

Troca was silent.

What an honor it is for a ghost to experience the skills of so many masters in his lifetime.

Troca felt a little sorry for Peeves, as the students were all devils.

"Professor, what is the answer you gave?" Roger asked, "You only gave us three points because we summarized the views from the book; you gave Cedric five points because that was his I summarized it myself.”

"Obviously you have your own answer, otherwise we'd be five points, right?"

Look, this is what happens when you teach Ravenclaw.

Roman looked at Trocca leisurely. If he used his own answer, those light words could not suppress the scene.

Troca did not panic. He took off his robe coolly and unbuttoned the silver buttons on his sleeves.

"Mr. Heller, I thought you wouldn't mind doing me a small favor."

The corners of Roman's eyes twitched because he had already guessed what this unreliable guy was going to do.