Azkaban students at Hogwarts

"I think you can all see that I have dealt with Mr. Heller."

Troca rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong, white arms.

Of course, the whole school had seen him dragging Roman away at the opening party.

The eyes of a certain Ravenclaw girl in the corner have begun to shine.

God knows she has imagined tens of thousands of words of indescribable plot.

"I'm not bragging. My strength may be low, but I still have some knowledge. Mr. Heller is very talented in the defense against dark arts."

He stared at Roman until Roman reluctantly left his seat and came to him with an "I want to pay" expression.

"Low in strength? Isn't this the time for you to threaten that thief Mundungus and take off his legs?"

Roman reminded him quietly.

But Troca pretended not to hear at all:

"Next I will play a dark wizard to attack Roman. You can see how he responds. I believe it will be more intuitive than my demonstration."

"Also, this is not a duel. I will not use offensive spells! I just want you to feel what you should be like when you encounter an attack."

Roman frowned and lowered his voice and said: "What are you doing? I don't have a wand. Besides, shouldn't I be the one attacking you and you demonstrate the defensive skills?"

Troca turned his head and hid his wand behind his back.

"I'm afraid you're not restrained enough."

He turned his back to the students and smiled obscenely:

"I need someone to play a dark wizard, not a dark wizard to attack me."

Sure enough, it would be easiest to curse you to death.

Roman twitched his eyes and watched Troca put his hand on him in a friendly manner.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

A rope emerged from the wand behind his back and bound Roman along a complicated path.

"The dark wizard will not wait for you to get ready before taking action."

Troca said to the students, pretending not to see the glint in some girls' eyes.

But soon, there was a hard object on his waist.

Roman was holding his right arm up there, and there was still a faint green light emitting from the cuffs of his robe.

It's not that he doesn't want to be tied up for a while, but that a student is recording their portraits on a magic sketch pad.

"And by the same token, counterattacks don't need reminders."

Troca smiled and showed everyone his controlled waist, and at the same time motioned for Roman to raise his left hand.

A small blade was held between his fingers.

It was obvious that Roman had solved a very magical problem in a very Muggle way.

"Well, that concludes the presentation."

But the little wizards obviously didn't want to buy it.

That's it?

That's it?

If the refund gate is not in Afghanistan;

If there are several Gryffindor students present;

If the Weasley brothers were here to heckle;

Then today the classroom must be full of shouts of "refund".

But Roman did not relax. He knew Troca's virtue well and walked backwards towards the seat.

Troca shrugged helplessly and took out his wand instantly.

"Except your weapons!"

A flash of red light flashed, and Roman rolled on the spot very gracelessly.

The spell bounced off the floor and hit a girl in the first row. She screamed and let go of the magic sketchpad in her hand, flying towards Troca.

He looked at the half-drawn drawing on the sketchpad and modified it with his wand.

"Don't trust the Dark Wizard's truce. He may launch an attack at any time."

The two people on the sketch board no longer faced each other, but stood side by side, both turning into cute cartoon images with big heads.

He smiled and returned the sketchpad to the girl.

"I think this style of painting is more appropriate."

Different from the admiring expressions of the students, Roman was translating for Troca in his mind: "I was recorded for casting spells on students in class. Do you want my monthly salary to go to waste?"

He did not stop there and return to the podium, but walked towards Cedric.

"Well, Mr. Diggory, please stand up."

"Okay, Professor."

Cedric stood up confused, but soon he found Troca pressing the wand on his shoulder.

"Now, Mr. Heller. I have a hostage."

The students present were instantly divided into two groups.

One group felt that Professor Trocca was so special and stared at him; the other group was more concerned about Roman's next move.

"Please kill him quickly, I'm in a hurry to have lunch."

Roman lowered his head and picked at his nails, not caring about the way the little wizards looked at the devil.

Cedric looked at him dumbfounded, and Troca knocked on his shoulder, urging him to start calling for help.

"Help, brother. Have some compassion, please?"

Roman was indifferent and even started thinking about what to eat for lunch.

If you go to Diagon Alley in the afternoon, why don't you buy some ice cream and bring it back?

"Don't try to save others when your ability is insufficient. Because that will make both of you doomed."

Troca's mood dropped almost unnoticeably, but he quickly cheered up.

"Cedric, please come with me." Trolo pulled Cedric towards Roman. They walked around the desks and stood among a group of students.

"Mr. Heller, I have a shield now!"

"Really? Then I have to think about it carefully."

Roman said with an indifferent expression, "Cedric is my good friend."

Cedric didn't know when he gained this friend, but he was inexplicably moved.

"Then how are you going to save him?"

Troca sneered, pretending to be the villain.

Roman's expression remained unchanged.

"No. I mean, it's got to be more money."

Give me back my inspiration!

Cedric rolled his eyes and began to think of a way out.

After all, this was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class for all of them, and everyone was technically a participant.

"How much is appropriate?"

Troca actually started chatting with Roman.

"Let me think about it, how about twenty galleons?"

Roman shrugged, looking like he was thinking seriously.

Good boy, you are trying to talk to me!

Troca's wand was instantly released, and a red light shot towards Roman silently.

Roman didn't respond, and the red light shined straight into the burqa.

But Trocca did not feel the joy of success. Instead, he continued to explain:

"The wizard's outer cover is wide and can hide many small movements and even parts of his body."

"Then, can we continue negotiating the price?"

Troca narrowed his eyes and continued to pull Cedric towards Roman.

"How about ten galleons?"

Roman shook his head, "Professor, you have passed the bottom line of bidding."

"Where is the bottom line?" Troca asked with interest.

"Of course it's the first row of seats." Roger Davis' voice sounded from behind him, and the hard wand was already pressed against his back. "Let's talk about the terms. It's free."

Almost at the same time, a wand emerged from Cedric's robe and pointed at Troca.

Then, one after another, little wizards reacted, raising their wands and pointing at Troca.

"pretty."

Troca let go of his hand in a gesture of surrender.

Then he gestured for Cedric to return to his seat, "You're free."

"Congratulations to Cedric on his freedom. In addition, for your performance, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff will receive ten points each."

Troca quickly returned to the podium.

"Everyone has done a great job on the first day of school. But there is a major problem with the demonstration just now. Did anyone see it?"

This time only a few scattered hands were raised.

"This lady?" He didn't name Roger or Cedric again.

Roman noticed that this was the girl who interrupted when he answered the question just now.

"I guess no one knows how to spell, right? That's the biggest problem."

"Your name is?"

"Beate." She really just said her name.

"Great answer, I couldn't have said it better. Five points to Ravenclaw."

Trocca turned around and stood gracefully on the podium.

"Whether or not we can use spells is completely different. But let's say that one day we lose our wand, or lose our magic power, what do we do?"

Little Eagle and Little Badger looked at each other, not quite understanding what the professor meant.

Bite with your teeth?

"I'm going to spend the first lesson telling you that Defense Against the Dark Arts is available at any time..."

He suddenly pointed his wand at Roman, and a thick red light shot out from the tip of the wand.

Its speed and momentum are definitely not comparable to the previous spells.

Before the little wizards could react and scream, the green-lighting bone staff had already appeared in Roman's hand.

He waved his wand lazily and dismissed the spell, allowing it to explode an empty desk in the corner.

"Anywhere..."

Troca calmed down and shook his wrist.

Three red lights shot out one after another, but an inverted character appeared and arrived at the same time.

Roman waved away a spell below without thinking, jumped out of the gap, and rushed towards Troca.

Trocca was not surprised, and took long strides to catch up.

He put the wand in his left hand and swung it vigorously;

A fiery red whip-like thing protruded from the tip of the wand and whipped it towards Roman.

In his right hand, he held a short knife that he conjured up from nowhere and lifted it from bottom to top.

"Use any means you know..."

Roman's coat was cut open.

Half of the black cloth robe was flying in the air, blocking everyone's sight.

At the same time, a harsh metal collision sounded.

"Protect what you can."

The two men whispered in unison.

The torn robe fell to the ground.

The little wizards saw a scene they would talk about for the next year.

Roman's dragon bone staff was placed behind Troca's waist, and his left hand was tremblingly holding a dagger that had been chopped off at the waist.

Troca's wand had fallen out of his hand and fell at his feet; but the knife in his right hand rested firmly on Roman's shoulder.

"This concludes the presentation."

Troca regained his composure, picked up his wand and tapped it on the blackboard.

The blurry second half begins to reveal itself.

W - When is Defense Against the Dark Arts required?Any time - A

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

H - How to use proper Defense Against the Dark Arts?Any way you know - A

Always be alert!

"It's a simple principle, and I call it the 3A's for short."

Troca said softly, "Please write them down."

The students were copying obediently and numbly.

They have not yet reacted to the outburst.

After a while, a hand was raised tremblingly.

"Beate? Please say."

Troca raised his hand to signal.

"But, Professor, you just said that using the strongest spells would escalate the conflict."

In the silent classroom, the little witch's stammering voice sounded.

Troca happily smiled warmly:

"Thank you for remembering what I said, but that is the definition of black magic in its broadest sense."

"For those who apply the 3A principle. The three words black magic mean a more dangerous scene."

Roman returned to his seat and sat down with the two little wizards next to him looking at the aliens.

Troca was better than he thought.

When he first proposed the 3A principle, he just applied the 3A principle in business etiquette.

That is - accept the other person, remember the other person, and praise the other person.

Finally, based on these three points, give the opponent a fatal blow.

But as his life became more and more extreme, he made a little—just a little—little change.

The bell came as scheduled.

Trocca also decisively announced the dismissal of get out of class.

The little wizards were chirping out of the classroom, looking back excitedly at the classroom from time to time.

"Mr. Heller, can you wait a moment?"

Just as Roman was about to stand up, Troca stopped him.

The students became even more excited, and two girls even left and came back.

But they only dared to crowd at the door.

Roman came to Troca and looked at this "familiar stranger".

"Why, I can't recognize him."

He lowered the cuffs he had just rolled up and fastened the buttons carefully.

Roman was a little funny, this was not the "Troca" he knew.

"Indeed, this doesn't quite look like you."

"Don't be like this, we have done so much dealing with black magic, isn't it just for today?"

Troca lifted up the collar of his coat and assumed a solemn look.

"You know, that's not what I'm talking about."

Roman shook his head and pointed at Troca's neat clothes and silky hair.

"Mrs. Malkin's custom-made robe, and the new top hat from Tofan's Clothing Store."

"You said that anyone who spends money on something like this must have a troll in their head."

"Also, I can smell Potter's Smooth Hair Detergent from three hundred miles away."

Troca blushed.

But then, he smiled quite proudly.

He zipped up his jeweled leather bag and answered quite formally:

"When the children grow up, the father must have a decent job."

Roman swore he had never had such a twisted expression on his face.

His eyes wanted to express disbelief;

The ears want to close themselves;

The nose wanted to snort coldly;

As for his mouth, he opened it again and again, and finally stammered:

"Congratulations."

What is the most embarrassing thing in the world?

It’s not like you said good night to your girlfriend and then met her in a game.

It’s not like you and your fitness instructor took sick leave and then met each other at a hot pot restaurant.

It’s not like you and your blind date went out for dinner, only to find out that she was looking for Lily, and her other partner was your ex-girlfriend.

It's not like you said good night to your girlfriend, only to meet her in the game and have an affair with the fitness coach you just took leave from, and this coach happened to be your ex-girlfriend's blind date, and finally found out about your current girlfriend at a hot pot restaurant. The lily blossoms with my ex-girlfriend.

Instead, they agreed to be gutter rats together;

To be good brothers in a dark world for life;

When they met again, one was whiter than the other.

Some people will also have a good harvest in love and career.