94 hp Diagon Alley

The arrangement with Snape just felt foggy.She closed her eyes and thought about everything she knew: that Snape needed a normal-looking wand in an attempt to fake a spell - bluntly - a Dark spell.At the same time, after many years, he finally got his wish, took the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and might leave Hogwarts within a year due to various accidents.

Anyway, it's definitely not a good job.Gwen didn't want to understand their purpose, so she could only make a hasty conclusion in her heart.

Dumbledore's voice came from a distance: "Everyone in this auditorium knows that Voldemort and his entourage are once again making waves, and their power is growing."

There was a tense, wrenching silence in the auditorium as the headmaster spoke.Harry glanced at Malfoy, but his movement was so obvious that several people around him also looked at it.Malfoy didn't look at Dumbledore, but held his chin with deep eyes and a sad face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Now Gwen also noticed that something was wrong. According to past experience, Malfoy should taunt Harry with his beard and eyes.Now that he's even lost interest in the Savior, that means he has more important things to do.

"I want to stress that the situation is very dangerous and everyone at Hogwarts needs to be extremely careful to keep ourselves safe. The castle's magical fortifications have been reinforced over the summer, and we've got new, More effective protection, but each of us teachers and students must still be vigilant at all times and cannot be taken lightly. Therefore, I ask that you must strictly follow every safety rule set by the teacher, no matter how annoying those rules may be - especially follow The rule of not getting up and going out after the lights are turned off. I implore you, whether in or out of school, if you find any abnormal or suspicious situation, you must report it to the faculty immediately. I believe you will restrain yourself for the safety of yourself and others. behavior."

Dumbledore's blue eyes swept across all the students, then a smile returned to his face.

Gwen is very confident about this point. During her many years of study and life at Hogwarts, the most handy thing she has is to find a professor when she has a problem.

"Okay, your beds are waiting for you, as warm and comfortable as you expect, and I know your priority now is to get some rest and get ready for class tomorrow. So let's say 'good night'. Dudu!"

By the time Gwen and Katie came downstairs the next morning before breakfast, Harry, Ron and Hermione had met in the common room.Harry seemed to hope that someone would support his idea, and was talking to Hermione, but the wise witch seemed a little hesitant this time.

Gwen paused, remembering that he and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had a confinement schedule today, so he raised his feet and decided not to get involved with the three of them, and went to have a delicious breakfast.

The ceiling of the great hall was tiled and blue, with a few faint wisps of cloud floating like the sky outside the high mullioned windows.Professor McGonagall is handing out timetables to Year [-] students, as they have just gone through their OWLs and many have had their subject arrangements changed.

Hermione's courses were immediately decided, and she would continue to study Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbalism, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Potions.She didn't delay any longer, and immediately rushed to the first ancient rune lesson.

Neville's situation was a little more complicated.Professor McGonagall was looking down at his application, Neville's round face full of anxiety as he checked his OWLs.

"Herbology, very good," she said, "OWLs 'Excellent', Mrs Sprout will be delighted to see you back. Defense Against the Dark Arts 'Good' and eligible for further electives. The problem is Transfiguration. I'm sorry, Longbottom, but a 'passing' grade is not good enough for NEWTs in Transfiguration, and I fear you may not be able to keep up."

Neville hung his head.Professor McGonagall looked at him through the square lenses of his glasses.

"Why do you keep taking Transfiguration? I don't think you particularly enjoy it."

Neville looked sad and muttered something like "my grandma made me learn it".

"Oh," said Professor McGonagall with a snort, "your grandma finally knows how to be proud of her grandson instead of always thinking that her grandson should be better - especially after what happened at the Ministry of Magic .”

Neville's face flushed and his eyes blinked in confusion.Professor McGonagall had never praised him before.

"I'm sorry, Longbottom, but I can't let you into my advanced class. However, I see that your Charms grade is 'good' - why don't you apply for the advanced class in Charms?"

"My grandma thinks Charms is a way to save trouble," Neville muttered.

"Take Charms," ​​said Professor McGonagall. "I'm going to write to Augusta to remind her that just because she failed OWLs in Charms, it doesn't mean the subject is not worth learning." Seeing the unbelievably delighted expression on Neville's face, Professor McGonagall tapped on a blank class schedule with the tip of his wand, and handed it to Neville, which had already been filled out in detail with the classes he was going to take this semester.

"Next, Potter. Potter..." Professor McGonagall turned to Harry as he checked her notes, "Spells, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbalism, Transfiguration...all are fine. I have to say, I I'm very satisfied with your Transfiguration results, Potter, very satisfied. But why don't you apply to continue studying Potions? I remember that your ideal is to become an Auror in the future!"

"Yes, but you told me I had to be 'Excellent' in my Potions OWLs, Professor."

"That's how it was when Professor Snape taught the class. Professor Slughorn was very willing to accept students with 'good' OWLs into the advanced class. Would you like to continue with Potions?"

"Yes," said Harry, "but I didn't buy any textbooks or materials—"

"I'm sure Professor Slughorn can lend you some," said Professor McGonagall. "Very well, Potter, here's your schedule. By the way, by the way—twenty students have already signed up." Joining the Quidditch team. I will give you the list when the time comes, and you can find time to arrange the trials."

A few minutes later, Ron's class schedule was also arranged. He had the same class as Harry, and the two left the dining table together.

Gwen and Katie looked at these students who were a year below them with interest, and felt that even the pumpkin juice tasted better at the moment.

"Girls, don't relax." Professor McGonagall did not leave in a hurry, but stood behind them, "Seventh grade students still have NEWTs exams. I hope you all--" The serious dean put a hand Putting it on Gwen's shoulders, she said heavily: "—Graduate successfully, and get as many certificates as possible." Then she strode back to the long desk of the faculty.

"From 1 to 10, to what extent do you think Professor McGonagall is warning me?" Gwen asked Katie with a straight face.

"I give 20. After Fred and George's high-profile curtain calls—the latter happens to be your boyfriend, do you think you are considered a high-risk person?" Katie raised her eyebrows high.

When Gwen came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in the afternoon, just as the sixth grade students were dismissing get out of class, Snape was obviously not very happy.

As soon as he started the class, he mercilessly criticized their indecent teaching content in previous years.And students are required to learn to use silent curses to break the curse within half an hour.

"I don't expect your brains to be able to use the silent spell perfectly, but I'm sorry to remind you, this is what you should have learned last year."

Gwen once again found that her talent in defense against the dark arts or combat magic was really limited.She was almost out of oxygen, and her wand didn't respond at all.

"Breathe, Gwen," whispered Katie across the way, and then had to unleash a relatively mild curse attack under Snape's stare.

Unfortunately, as soon as Gwen had time to catch her breath, she was immediately hit by the curse to the corner of her robe and stumbled.

Snape left with his hands behind his back, and Gwen saw something silently muttering on his lips, and he could vaguely see the word "idiot".

She is so angry, can this be her fault?Who told Hogwarts to have a high probability of hiring an unreliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?You know, she didn't take out a magic wand in this class last year. If there is no DA training, she will only do worse.

After she tried more than a dozen times, and finally could resolve some simple curses silently, she finally calmed down.After this incident, Gwen decided that under the current dangerous and turbulent situation, she must make good use of her last year of study and life, and try to save her life in the war.

After class, when Gwen subconsciously wanted to go to the office at the back of the classroom, Snape called her impatiently.

"I thought you were familiar with confinement, Ollivander, underground."

"What?" Gwen was dumbfounded, "Isn't this your new office?"

Snape ignored her, he seemed very busy, strode out of the classroom, and walked down the stairs to his office in the Slytherin dungeon.

"You are quite nostalgic, Professor." Gwen took it for granted that everyone knew that the office on the third floor was much better than the cold basement.

But what she got was Snape's hand that paused for a second.