The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Ancient runes have specific books as aids, and translation is relatively easy.

Now in the sixth grade, after a week, they have nothing but the NEWT improvement class they have chosen. That is to say, in total, there are at most six or seven categories.

Perhaps Hogwarts has 'heavily guarded' guards, making the campus the best place in the UK for the weather,

The Hufflepuff lounge is filled with golden sunlight, and the little badger living in the bunker will always sit among the herbs and have a cup of coffee or black tea.

"What class is this afternoon?" Cyrus sat leaning against the bay window, and the dandelions outside the window floated into the house.

"It's damn Defense Against the Dark Arts." Justin reluctantly put "Faceless Monster" into his schoolbag, as if Snape's indifferent face was engraved on the cover.

"The homework for ancient runes is one, fifteen-inch papers, and two translations...I don't think the old bat has more homework than Bathsheda Babbling's!"

When Cyrus and his friends took time to reach the second floor, they found that the corridor outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was full of students.

It seems that everyone doesn't want to go in so quickly...

"If the class bell rings and you haven't come in yet, then just stand in the hallway for class." Until Snape opened the door and said, "I'm sure the students from the other two schools would be happy to watch your jokes!"

He was still the same as before, with greasy black hair parted from both sides of his head, almost glistening.

How strange that Hermione wasn't the first to enter the classroom?

Cyrus stood on tiptoe at the edge of the crowd, looked left and right, and finally saw Hermione rushing over with a stack of books from the corridor leading to the changing stairs.

"You were almost late~"

"I just went to the office at noon to take a look," Hermione said breathlessly. "There's nothing there. I think we'll have to borrow something from the Room of Requirement...."

Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is different from other previous ones:

Everyone was scrambling to get into the back seats, not even when Lockhart was in office, as if Snape was carrying some deadly plague.

Or maybe the professor is used to staying below, so that the curtains of the classroom are drawn, and the whole space reveals a gloomy coldness. Coupled with the distorted and painful human faces drawn on the walls and blackboards, it makes people even more frightened.

"Black magic... is multifarious, varied, and never-ending. Compared with it, white magic is even less..."

He raised his neck when he came up, and proudly introduced the black magic he understood in a tone of admiration, love, and even awe, which seemed even more different from other professors.

Interspersed from time to time, criticism of 'certain' professors?

"Five professors so far, some are okay, but more are ignorance, in this chaotic situation, you still have so many people who barely passed the OWLS exam... But the improvement class is another time something happened"

When Snape said this, most of the eyes in the classroom were on Cyrus and Hermione.

If it weren't for them, maybe it would be really difficult to pass the Defense Against the Dark Arts technique.

"What will I teach you?" Snape strolled among the desks, but the cold aura made the students dare not act rashly, "How to deal with werewolves? Deal with vampires? These are all tricks!!"

Just as everyone was feeling some anticipation, Snape suddenly turned around and roared over.

He looked at Harry full of sneer, then paused for a moment on Cyrus, and continued: "A real master of the dark arts is more cunning...and more terrifying... "

"Then what are we going to deal with?" Padma asked in a high-pitched voice.

"Inferi...or a dark wizard" He took a sketch-like drawing from the blackboard, with only a mutilated corpse and a pool of blood on it, "The most famous example is the Dark Lord~"

As expected of Snape's improvement class, it was exactly the same as his Potions class.

Although the words were particularly ugly, the content was almost not recorded in the textbooks. Cyrus, who was used to listening in the old bat's office, had developed the ability to 'filter'.

He can automatically filter out the sarcasm and ridicule mixed at the front or end of knowledge.

Hearing the name of the mysterious man, some people couldn't help becoming nervous, but Snape was extremely satisfied with the effect.

"Okay, I think these are too difficult for you... let's start with... the most basic silent spells"

Well, the silent spell, which most wizards in the magic world don't know, has become the "basic content" of the improvement class for Snape. In his words, this thing is simply something he played badly when he was a student.

Snape made a big circle around the classroom, the sound made by the shaking of the black cloak was like the flapping of the wings of a bat.

"Harry Potter, what good are silent spells?"

"Can... you can cast a spell without making a sound, so that the other party doesn't know what magic you cast!" Harry knew it would be like this, fortunately he had previewed the knowledge in advance.

"Huh, scripted... So, the savior will come up and put on a show?"

Harry glared at him fiercely, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence from the cracks in his lips: "I won't"

"Very well, sit down." Snape was very happy, he glanced at Hermione who was sitting in front of him calmly, and said in a blunt tone, "Obviously some people can't learn anything from geniuses."

The words were like a spark, and Harry's powder keg was ignited at once.

"I think what I learned doesn't necessarily have to be silent spells!"

"Back in class, Harry Potter, because of you, Gryffindor deducted ten points~" He said leisurely, "Let me remind you, stupidity is not original sin, but arrogance is... Of course, for you, stupidity is also It's a crime"

Because it can't be changed, just like his arrogant father.

The professor's words made Malfoy in the back corner cover his mouth and laugh secretly.

But Harry didn't know how to retort, because he and Hermione practiced Occlumency together, but now, he was the only one who was still standing still, and in his mind, Snape was making fun of it.

"Hmm...The Iron Armor Curse? This is obviously an old-fashioned thing to some of you." Snape's eyes jumped between several people, and finally said, "Then, Harry, you come up."

Cyrus thought he was still calling himself, after all, he stayed here the longest.

After thinking about it, it must be the grievances and grievances of his parents again, but now Cyrus, a student, can't intervene, so he can only sit at the bottom temporarily, listening to Professor Snape's 'teaching' quietly.

Reluctantly, Harry dragged himself onto the stage.

"Hold the wand, I'm going to cast a curse on you now, you must resist it with a silent spell, no matter what method you use!"

He didn't stipulate the type of defense, which means that it is not necessary to use the Silent Iron Armor Curse. It seems very simple now, but sometimes, the most difficult thing is not stipulated.

Because when people are not stipulated, their thinking will diverge wirelessly, which will cause delays in the spell.

Cyrus and Hermione could only look at them: two people, one big and one small, facing each other like a duel, the sweat dripping from Harry's forehead.

Harry didn't dare to wipe that drop of sweat, so he could only let it slide down slowly. Just when his eyelids were itchy and trembling slightly, and he wanted to shake off the drop of sweat, Snape moved...

Suddenly he swung his wand sideways, pointing at Harry.

'Levicorpus'

Silent Curse · Fuchsia!

Harry didn't have the slightest chance to resist this defense with a silent spell, and when he was still thinking about whether Snape would use the repelling spell or the bat spell, the attack had already arrived.

In everyone's sight, Harry was hung upside down by Snape, suspended in mid-air.

"This is the silent curse." The professor pointed to Harry, who was blushing and wanted to curse, and said to the students below, "While the enemy is still thinking about what defense method to use, they have already lost..."

'Liberacorpus'

Silent Curse·Golden Bell Landing~

It was a headlong blow, and if Cyrus hadn't been quick-eyed and quick-handed, Harry's head would have hit the floor straight.

"You... bastard!" Harry got up and growled, only he could understand what was going on.

"Insulting the professor, confinement....I don't allow anyone to insult me, even if it's 'Savior of the world, everyone starts practicing now! In this class, at least master any silent spell!'"

Snape ignored him, just smiled maliciously.