The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

On the weekend of the second week of school, the sixth grade students ushered in the most exciting first public class.

But this does not mean that they can relax. In fact, there is no way for sixth graders to rest as much as they want when they have no classes, especially the gradually deepening theories involved in Transfiguration and Charms.

Not to mention, the "Half-Blood Prince", who is loved by everyone, let them cast spells silently for sparring.

At noon on Saturday, some wizards passing by the foyer noticed the announcement pasted on the bulletin board: At [-] o'clock tonight, in the auditorium and foyer on the first floor, an open class on Defense Against the Dark Arts will be held...

"Is your principal really that strong?" Wayne asked Krum who was standing beside him.

"Of course...the Death Eater is in the hands of the principal, and he can't do three tricks!" Krum looked at the new principal on the stage, his eyes were full of yearning and admiration. Although he was tired during training, fortunately Effective.

He seemed even more impatient to go up and compete with others.

"The last public class was Lockhart." Wayne nodded and said to his Hufflepuff friends, "It's not bad. If we're lucky this year, we can still see Snape being beaten into the air... .”

Very nice, exciting to think about.

When Snape replaced the face of Lockhart, who was blown away in the second year, it was enough for a group of people to giggle in private.

Cyrus stood on tiptoe and noticed that some faces were quite familiar. It seemed that because of the war this year, some wizards were picked up overnight by their parents. Hearing from Harry, Heloise Midgen of the Teachers College had dropped out of school. up.

In this open class, except for the fifth grade and above who must come, the rest of the students come independently.

"The defense professors this time are Severus Snape and... Anton Chekhov." Seeing that the number of people was almost the same, Dumbledore shouted, "Of course, I hope that the two Teaching is the main thing~”

Grindelwald is now a kind middle-aged man, standing shoulder to shoulder with Snape.

Not only is he stronger than the old bat in terms of momentum, but he is also half a head taller than him in height, and the Nordic students in Durmstrang are naturally the ones who shout the most.

Snape moved aside, as if he was surrounded by a group of savages.

Although Hermione had mixed feelings about the choice of her mentor, when she really saw her teacher who usually taught her standing proudly on the stage and being supported by people, she would inevitably feel a little proud in her heart.

"Except for some status, I have to say that he is a good teacher..." Hermione boasted happily.

Now Cyrus is not happy to change.

What good?What good is a dark wizard out of power?

Besides, a teacher who makes people work overtime to study during the summer vacation is not a good teacher!

So Cyrus came to the stage and supported Dumbledore obsequiously, which made the old headmaster a little strange... Usually, most of the kid would grab snacks or joke with him, when did he become so filial.

But Dumbledore didn't say anything. After all, Cyrus's mind, maybe his students have grown up?

But before he completely walked off the stage, Cyrus leaned his head, as if looking for something dirty in his long white beard, and then, Cyrus shouted: "What! Principal, you want to teach Defense!"

With a loud roar, he pulled everyone's attention away from "Anton Chekhov".

I saw Cyrus directing and acting on his own there, pretending to be embarrassed and saying: "But...but your body is too old, I'm afraid that the curse will blind you... That's right, after all, you are the principal, you should Take on the heavy responsibility!"

Dumbledore's left foot was hanging on the steps, and Cyrus pushed and dragged him to the center of the arena again.

"What!" Ron said with wide-eyed eyes in the audience, "I'm not dreaming, I can still see the headmaster showing off his power! Wait...I'll change the bet on Durmstrang... ..”

Because of the departure of George and Fred, any betting tasks before the game were now handed over to Ron Weasley and Lee Jordan.

In the beginning, most Hogwarts students were hoping that Snape could be taught, almost 70% bet on Durmstrang's headmaster, but now... Hogwarts Bar.

After all, they had all seen Dumbledore's heroism in the Battle of the Ministry of Magic last semester...

"What are you doing!"

Dumbledore maintained a stiff smile on his face, slanted his mouth, and said hoarsely, under his purple and gold sleeves, his strong and powerful hands firmly grabbed Cyrus' wrist.

"Dear professor, I simply think that your powerful white magic should be learned by more people... that's all," Cyrus said plausibly.

And Grindelwald looked at the pair of professors and students who stabbed each other back on the stage beside him with a smile on his face.

Apparently, Dumbledore's heir didn't like him very much.

"Well, that's true...I actually want to teach you too, but since I'm too old, I don't think you mind if I choose Cyrus as an assistant? To be fair, everyone has an assistant !"

Dumbledore smiled kindly, no matter how hard Cyrus secretly tried, he couldn't pull his wrist out of his hand.

Since Cyrus had made him unable to get off the stage, then, simply, he took advantage of the situation and pulled him off the horse. Dumbledore patted Cyrus' arm lightly, as if mocking his youth.

Grindelwald shook his head, thinking: "Cyrus, what do you think Dumbledore, who walked the same path as me when he was young, is a bad guy?" '

"No, only you..."

"Don't even think about running away." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, not letting go of him.

"It's a pity, I just don't know what the spell ability of that 'Half-Blood Prince' is." Harry squeezed to the front from the crowd, but unfortunately, he happened to be right under Snape's feet.

His chat with Neville was also overheard by the pensive Snape....

"Then, as suggested by Headmaster Dumbledore... Hermione Granger! You will be my assistant!!" Among the raised arms of Durmstrang students, Grindelwald's finger swept One lap, and finally stopped on the other side.

Krum was a little disappointed, but at the same time a little thankful.

Enviously, he also wanted to be the headmaster's assistant and stand on the stage; but fortunately, at least he didn't have to face headmaster Dumbledore's terrifying ability.

Walking in the overwhelming attack of Death Eaters, and extinguishing the Dark Lord's Fierce Serpent with one hand, this is not something that ordinary wizards can do. Instead of going up and losing face, it is better to learn honestly.

Cyrus and Hermione, this talented pair was chosen, almost no one has an opinion, but...

Malfoy asked two attendants to bring a chair over, and he stood on it. Now, anyone on the stage could see him the tallest in the crowd at a glance.

However, the most unexpected thing for everyone came.

When it came to Snape's turn to choose an assistant, many people speculated that he would choose Draco Malfoy from Slytherin.

"Then, the assistant I chose is..." Snape stretched out his skinny finger from the black sleeve robe, pointed to the center of the crowd, but finally dropped it abruptly, "Harry Potter !"

Harry?

Harry Potter? ! !

"Don't go up there! He's definitely trying to embarrass you on purpose!" Ron glared at the professor and pulled Harry back, "Look who's on the stage, he should have chosen Malfoy, but he chose you on purpose... "

Harry stopped in his footsteps, his friend's analysis calming down his enthusiastic brain.

Soon, he noticed Snape's malicious smile, as if mocking his timidity, and a nameless flame rose in his heart.

"Why, the savior doesn't even dare to be an assistant... Forget it, I think we should choose the brave Malfoy..." Snape said casually, raising his hand to confirm the candidate again.

The gazes around him made Harry's back sweat.

"If I don't go up, that's the real embarrassment!"

He shook off Ron and Neville, stepped up the steps in five steps at a time, and stood behind Snape.

Harry's mind was full of thoughts, could he take the lead on Snape?For example, while he was guarding against other people's attacks, he gave the old bat a soft leg spell behind him.

Professor McGonagall and Flitwick waved their wands, expanding the table a bit, forcing the students below to retreat again and again.

In the whole world, currently only Hogwarts and Ilvermorny have magic courses dedicated to resisting various types of black magic, and the ingenious public courses are for display and publicity.

"I believe that you already know most of the black magic and dark creatures, then I will let you see what a real dark wizard is, and what you have to learn...is...how to protect your life"

Grindelwald drew his wand from its sleeve and whipped the air like a whip.

And Dumbledore just raised his hand without blinking his eyes, and blocked it with different armor spells amidst the sound of beeping and cracking through the air, and all this happened in an instant.

"You still like to use this method, old friend"

Dumbledore pushed his half-moon glasses, as if he hadn't reacted just now.