Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The third class after the start of the school year was the Defense Against the Dark Arts course. This new professor seemed to have heard that the performance of the professors hired by their school for this class was mostly unsatisfactory.

Whether it is an upper grade child or a lower grade child, moving creatures are more likely to attract their attention than textbooks that do not move.

As soon as he arrived in the classroom, he announced that the main content of this class was a practical course on "fighting against creatures". Students were asked to join him in the staff room.

Very few Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers are willing to conduct practical classes - especially in this context of facing difficult exams. Even Lockhart would rather spend time asking students to read more books instead of Listen to him praise himself.

But great!

In particular, this new teacher does not read from the textbook like the one in the first grade, nor does he teach them to memorize books like the professor in the second grade. He seems to be easy to get along with, neither nagging nor nagging. Self-pity regardless of the mirror.

Erwin did very well on the OWL exam and got grades above E in all the courses he planned to stick to. If you want to enter politics in the future, promotion will be faster from the perspective of the execution system.

The requirements for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course in the execution system are quite high, and the advanced classes are currently taught by new teachers.

There are still nearly two years left before the ultimate wizard test. In the previous courses, the new teacher took his students to see magical creatures that he didn't know where they came from.

"Actually, I feel that with the situation this year." Isabel leaned next to Helles and peeked at the surrounding environment to see if there was the creature that left a shadow at the beginning of the school year. "It's better to study." How to deal with dementors now——"

"After all, Professor Dumbledore also said it...? Dementors don't listen to people." Isabel said, "I really don't know what they think. My brother is going crazy at home and scolds him at home every day. The Minister of Magic’s head is spinning.”

"That's true -" Clooney added, "If you want to enter the prison system in the future, you should have to deal with dementors for a long time. Maybe the first item in the entrance examination will be calling. God protects."

"After all, in some scenes, magical animals are much more useful than magic."

"Do you think dementors are useful?" Isabel turned to ask her, "I mean on the fugitive."

"I'm not one of them..." Crowney said, "But I heard that people who are kissed by dementors for a long time are no different from death."

"Many people are suffering from mental illness..." She thought for a moment, "I remember there was an article a few years ago called "On the Pros and Cons of Using Dementors as a Management Method in Azkaban." The reporter who wrote about the inhumanity of Chunqiu's writing methods also compiled statistics on the self-mutilation laws of prisoners..."

"So there is a high probability that it will be useful?"

But if it is very useful, how did the fugitive escape...

But judging from the photos, his mental condition is not very good either.

Can such a person really still use magic spells? The Ministry of Magic should have stuck out his wand when they locked him up, right?

No one knows how Sirius Black escaped, just as no one understands how powerful a Muggle pistol in Black's defenseless arms would be to the young wizards.

Although the Iron Armor Curse is useful, few Aurors can master it...

"Looking at it this way, I might as well practice the Iron Armor Charm..." Clooney followed the crowd and squeezed in. They were not in the classroom today, so Lupine took them to the staff lounge. "The invincible iron armor curse."

The staff room is sometimes used as a gathering or resting place for teachers. Claudine remembers that when she sent textbooks to Snape last year, Professor Flitwick was busy signing autographs for other girls while Lockhart was busy. Swearing here.

There is a high platform built with wooden boards in the middle of the staff lounge, and sometimes teachers will stand on it to speak.

Now, there is an old wardrobe with peeling paint sitting on top of it.

No one puts an old wardrobe front and center. But now it's there.

That magical creature that Erwin calls "exciting".

"A Boggart." Lupine said. "I believe you have learned this?"

"Yes." The children replied in unison, "But I haven't seen it yet -"

"This is one of the few magical animals that has a special spell that can deal with it." Lupine said, "It's hard to find one, kids. It took a lot of effort for me to find one like this."

"Well," he said, "the main thing is that people don't like it very much."

"Because it's dark and always hides in dark places?" Rolf asked, "Is that why?"

"There is one more——" Lupine drawled, expecting someone to continue what he said.

"Another reason is that it will become what people are most afraid of," Rove continued.

"Okay - just think of it as a review for you." Lupine stepped aside with interest, "Hufflepuff plus five points."

"Who wants to come first? If you do well in the practical class, I will also give you extra points? Don't you want to be taken advantage of?"

Ho!

The children don't find it scary at all - they are already very powerful little wizards, what magical creature can hurt them?

It is more difficult to understand yourself than others.

But adolescent children find it difficult to express their fears. People are eager to try, but no one is willing to be the first.

Miss Albert hid in the crowd, not wanting to know what she was afraid of.

For some people, it is easier to see themselves clearly than others.

Unfortunately, she considers herself to be the latter.

In the end it was Slytherin who went first. Owen Tessar, as the fifth-year prefect of Slytherin, was more than happy to take the lead.

The children poked their heads around to see what this cute boy was afraid of.

The boggart turned into a black mist that was so thick that it could suck people in, and it was densely packed with red eyes.

"Yes, I'm afraid of the dark -" Owen Tessar waved his wand lazily and looked back, but he didn't see the person he expected.

"Funny," he said.

The boggart has become a pavilion decorated with lights.

"What does this have to do with anything?" asked Bell Baker. "What does it have to do with anything?"

"No -" Tesar said, "As long as it makes me happy, that's fine, right?"

Naturally, Mr. Baker was second because he was closest.

What Mr. Bell Baker is most afraid of is actually his grandmother... This old lady does seem to be very difficult to mess with. As soon as she appeared, she scared everyone present with a deafening Hedong lion roar.

After she yelled: "Bell Baker, you stupid pig! One day you will burst from the food you eat, and you will not be as good as your brother!" and was about to take out a long stick as tall as a person to beat her. When facing the crowd, Mr. Baker rolled his eyes.

"Funny," he said.

After all, she was her grandmother. The wooden stick in the old lady's hand turned into a soft gummy candy. Her mouth was stuffed with food. She was so angry that she could not move forward.

"It seems that in some cases your grandmother is right." Another Slytherin who always followed him said in a low voice.

"What are you talking about!" Baker jumped and hit him, "I'm still in the development stage, okay?!"

What Helles was most afraid of was the sewage crawling and waving on the ground. It looked like a slime, and anyone who touched it would be covered in stinky mud. The originally calm lady actually screamed and turned the slime into a hard stone egg and kicked it away.

What Isabel was afraid of was a golden bird in a cage, and she just let the wailing bird out.

What Rolf is actually afraid of is the flying desk...

Cedric noticed her abnormality and didn't listen to her prompting and ran forward.

Miss Albert was indeed very, very interested in the things that her friends were afraid of - perfect fodder for a prank. But the course time is still relatively short, and it will be good to listen to other people's words when the time comes.

But she failed.

Because they are all fifth graders, with her help, the little wizards' spell skills are also very high. In addition, they had already taken this class - even though it was Quirrell who took it at the time, they memorized the key points well even though it was just a script.

The homework after class is to write down what you are afraid of and how you would deal with it.

"Let me see -" Lupine held the list in his hand, but did not see that familiar figure, "Did I remember it wrong?"

"It doesn't seem possible..." He muttered to himself, his eyes quickly passing over the roll call list.

"Ah, there are two more prefects here." He said, "Why are you hiding in there?"

"Clonia Albert." Lupine shouted, "Your God-calling Guard is very impressive, come quickly!"

It’s still a long time before get out of class ends—not even half-way through! ! !

"It's okay." Cedric patted her, "I'll be at the bottom for you, Claudine."

"I'm not worried about that." Miss Albert responded to her in a low voice and walked towards the closet against the crowd.

Huge wardrobe with worn doors.

The Boggart swooped out of the closet, and then fell to the ground with a "pop".

An old man with an ashen face and no heaviness in his chest fell to the ground.

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