The Son of Light of the Snake House

As soon as Draco sat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Blaise Zabini sat down next to him: "Hey, have you come into contact with... who is that?"

Among the few of them, "that who" has a very clear referent—the savior.

"..." Draco didn't say a word, and slammed the books used in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class onto the table.

Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting in front of her, turned her head and said with a smile, "You don't understand, Zabini. Our young master Draco has already hit a wall." The fair-skinned and beautiful little beauty gloated laughed twice.

"Oh? I would like to hear more about it." Zabini made a look of interest.

"When Draco went to provoke others, they didn't care at all, haha!"

Draco blushed immediately: "I didn't provoke him, it's just that I don't want to get involved with him."

Having said that, Draco frowned: "That Potter...how to say, is quite strange."

"What's so strange?" Blaise leaned over and asked in a low voice, and Pansy also stretched his neck to listen.

"His tone of voice is like that of my father's generation."

Before a few people laughed loudly at Draco's unreliable idea, they saw Harry Potter and the red-haired pureblood Weasley come in together, so they turned cold and silent, and stopped talking up.

"Harry, why are you so familiar with the structure of the castle??" Ron grabbed the strap of his schoolbag with one hand, followed Harry into the door out of breath, and didn't forget to ask him questions.

Harry laughed dryly. He couldn't tell Ron that he had walked through Hogwarts countless times and knew all the secret rooms and secret passages, right?

So he said: "Luck, I've always been very lucky." Otherwise, I can't live to be 36 years old, right?

He looked left and right for a long time.He took Ron and sat in front of Hermione. Hermione was also his old friend, and she was Ron's wife... Well, everyone is still a child now!

Sitting next to Hermione, Neville asked him quietly, "Do you know why the classroom was changed suddenly? I was almost late..."

"I don't know..." He remembered that he didn't seem to be taking Slytherin with his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but look at Draco with a stern face over there.

Sure enough, she was the cutest when she was a child, but when she grows up, she becomes boring.

Hermione interjected, "I heard that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor finds it troublesome, so I want to teach the whole class together...Professor Jerome is so handsome, and news of him spreads really quickly among the girls."

Ron's tone was sour: "What's the use of looking good, talent doesn't necessarily follow..."

The neck of Miss Gryffindor sitting in front of him was twisted 180 degrees, and she stared at Ron fiercely with cannibalistic eyes, and Ron couldn't speak any more immediately.

When Ron shut up in fear, the young lady in front raised her head triumphantly, and then said seriously: "Professor Jerome is both beautiful and talented, why would you comment on someone you don't know?" ? Are you eligible?"

Ron laughed twice to cover up the goose bumps all over his body: "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."

The little sister snorted arrogantly, turned her head and continued to discuss enthusiastically with her companions, and occasionally heard some words brought by the wind:

"Professor Jerome is really handsome and young."

"Yes, yes, this is the real talent!"

"Yes, it's completely different from the boys around me."

"How can there be comparison? They are so ugly!"

"That's right! It's really ugly people who make a lot of trouble."

Harry listened to the audience silently, but he became more vigilant: "How can there be such a perfect person! Besides, I have never heard of him before. No, I can't take it lightly!"

Just thinking about this, the door was pushed open, and everyone immediately fell silent. The first person to get in was the shining Professor Jerome.

It was so shiny that Harry's eyes were blinded by the reflection from the huge ruby ​​on his staff.

He could still hear the exclamation of many girls around him, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit sad: I think back when I was in school, there were so many girls chasing me...

Daniel walked to the podium, looked at the crowd, and was a little surprised: "How come none of you skipped class?"

A bold girl responded immediately: "Because I want to see and teach you!"

"Okay." Daniel chuckled twice before he began to introduce: "First of all, everyone should know that I am in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As for me, everyone can call me Professor Jerome. This class exists The purpose is to help you deal with black magic, or some dangerous creatures."

Daniel put his staff beside him, "Then some students will ask, Voldemort—"

Everyone made a sound of panic.

"——Don't be so scared, he has been eliminated for a long time." He smiled helplessly: "That guy, he has been eliminated for a long time, do we still need to study this course? My answer is... certainly!"

"There are never too many moves to protect yourself. Even if the light covers the earth, there will still be dark shadows behind human beings. Besides, the world is not as safe as you think."

"Humans are very fragile creatures. You never know what you might die from. Maybe you fought a Welsh green dragon with your bare hands, and it's a one-for-one exchange. Maybe you just stepped on a step. At least learn After taking my class, it is enough for you to be able to escape or survive when facing some creatures whose strength is very different from yours."

Everyone was a little depressed. These children didn't understand much, but they also felt the seriousness of the professor and the change in the atmosphere. They were sobered up from the surprise of entering the Magic Academy, and began to think about the unexpected danger. .

However, Harry was quite moved when he heard it. If he had met a more reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, then maybe his road to defeating Voldemort would have been easier?Of course, he didn't blame Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape. They had taught him many things and saved his life many times, but they never told him about it.

They'd always expected him to thrive like an average wizarding 11-year-old.

Harry sighed, and before he could recall anything, he heard Daniel clapping his hands: "Then first of all, we have to get out our teaching props for this semester—Mr. Quirrell!"

No, wait!Quirrell is equivalent to Voldemort!How dare you use Voldemort as a teaching tool? ? ?

The author has something to say:

——Small Theater for the Mentally Retarded

Daniel: (affectionately) Promise me, Sev, will you live longer?

Severus: What does this have to do with you.

Daniel: Otherwise, I would die in love with you at a young age. Isn't this a very sad thing?

Harry: I'm supposed to be on top of Hogwarts tower, not here.