Mentor and Friends

"Harry!" Before entering the classroom, Ron held Harry back and looked at him seriously.

"Huh?" Harry looked at Ron suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"There is one thing you must promise me." Ron took a deep breath.

"What's so serious?" Harry seemed puzzled by his friend's cautious attitude.

"Later, no matter if there are enough Slytherins in there or not, you can divide them into groups, and you don't want me to be a partner with any of them." Ron cried sadly.

He knew that someone was in this classroom, and he didn't even want to step into this classroom now!

"Okay, okay, you can say whatever you want, I don't have to divide into groups." Harry sighed helplessly. He knew that Ron was not afraid, but he didn't want to face Riddle who was sitting inside. ——The person who is very likely to become a "mysterious person" even in this world.

"Dude, you promised me this. If you change your mind, I'll be in a hurry with you." Ron repeatedly asked for Harry's promise.

You know, it's okay to be Mad-Eye Moody's partner, at most he gets used to being stiff for a while, but when facing that person, he still doesn't know how he should adapt.

"it is good."

There were still 5 minutes before the start of class, but the Slytherins had all arrived in the classroom, and everyone put their books on the table in an orderly manner, waiting for the class bell.

Tom Riddle sat at the very front, tapping his fingers on the table.

In the silent classroom, only his regular tapping on the table could be heard.

They are all waiting, waiting for the new professor who can be loved by the children of several other colleges in just two days, to see if this professor who can be loved by other colleges is suitable for their college...

The moment the class bell rang, everyone sat up straight.

The door opened, and a professor wearing a light green robe and another teaching assistant wearing a black robe walked in holding a small stack of parchment. Tom, sitting in front, keenly noticed that their teaching assistant seemed a little stiff.

"Professor Slughorn helped me find all your papers from last semester and gave them to me. I have to say that you are all excellent and have your own unique insights into Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry put down the question A small stack of parchments. He went to Professor Slughorn to help find these on the first day he arrived. The former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor took a lot of things with him, but some of the students' homework was left behind anyway. When he got down, he didn't know where the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office was, so he had to ask Professor Slughorn for help.

Seeing that Harry was so concerned about the affairs of Slytherin House, Slughorn of course did his best to help Harry, so Harry easily got the homework of the entire Slytherin House last semester .

However, Harry focused on the sixth grade homework.

Because Tom Riddle is in sixth grade this year.

Harry didn't know much about Slytherin's system, but after becoming friends with Draco, he did understand some, for example, Slytherin's important chief system.

The chief's attitude represents the attitude of most Slytherins, and Tom Riddle is now the chief of Slytherin.

Harry doesn't really like Slytherin, after all, he doesn't agree with many of Slytherin's behavior styles, but Harry doesn't intend to have a bad relationship with Slytherin, so he read more student materials in advance, and talked more with Slytherin. Professor Leghorn chatted.

There is always nothing wrong with knowing a little more.

The students below didn't speak, just looked at Harry quietly.

The dull atmosphere in the classroom made Ron swallow his saliva, but Harry was still calm. Did his buddy think he was facing Gryffindor, and he could still smile, which was amazing.

"I hope you can maintain this insight into Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is crucial to your studies this term and next term." Two days is enough for Harry to rewrite his sixth-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. Review it—this is a speed that Harry has never experienced since he entered school, and he will be surprised if Hermione is here—and make a rough schedule of lessons. The first lesson only needs to roughly explain the next process, By the time the second class started, Harry felt he could make the detailed row.

"Professor." Tom raised his hand lazily and gracefully.

"Mr. Riddle." Harry was not dissatisfied with Riddle interrupting his explanation, and he nodded to indicate that Tom could ask questions.

"I remember our papers last semester, because of too 'unique' insights, so few of us got excellent, but you want us to keep such insights, aren't you afraid that we will not pass the exam?" They went to With Tom's acquiescence, most of the semester papers focused on highlighting the characteristics of black magic. Professor Stewell was frightened by their group of "young but proficient in black magic" children when he saw it in the second class. They felt uncomfortable. Many people's papers were only good grades, and there were really not many excellent ones-of course, as the head of the grade, he naturally knew how to write to get himself an excellent grade.

"Ah, I know, you have focused on the characteristics of black magic." Harry waved his hand indifferently, "In my opinion, 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' is actually a combination of black magic and defense, now that you understand Black magic, of course you know what to do to defend against it, such as 'blazing flames', it was originally a very common magic, you only need some water to extinguish it, but I have seen people add to this spell A piece of black magic makes water completely ineffective against it, what do you think should be done at this time?"

Ron curled his lips aside.

Say what "someone"!

That person is obviously you!

The students who were doing it fell silent.

Harry said a spell from the lectern, and a flame went up above his wand.

"Who wants to try it?" he said encouragingly. "Beforehand, water has no effect on it."

The students were silent for a few seconds, and Tom stood up.

Harry gave him an encouraging smile - Ron shuddered at it - and motioned for him to come up.

After Tom twirled Harry's wand a few times, he cast a spell on the flames above it.

The flame that was still burning just now turned to ice in an instant.

"That black magic can only be dealt with by freezing, isn't it, Professor." He looked at Harry and asked in a tone worse than Draco's aria.

"Five points for Slytherin, yes, Mr. Riddle, you are absolutely right." Harry ignored his almost provocative smile, and he motioned Tom back to his seat.

"As you can see, you will only know the weaknesses of the Dark Arts if you understand them, so I encourage you to stick to your usual beliefs and learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, not only knowing how to defend, but also understanding the Dark Arts , so that you can react quickly."

Harry also narrated his agreement with Slytherin's views on it, and at the same time narrated his views, and then slowly brought this topic to his future plans. Unknowingly, the Slytherin students Already absorbed by what Harry said and the examples he gave, they were engrossed even before they were paying attention.

Tom was the only one sitting in his seat, staring blankly.

When he just went up to cast a freezing spell on the flame, only he knew how much magic power he had injected into it to freeze the seemingly small flame into ice.

Only he knew how powerful the pressure from that magic wand was.

Only he knows...how unfathomable this person's strength is.

That person obviously understood that he was testing him, so he didn't hold back his magic power until he froze the flame that seemed small but should have condensed a lot of that person's magic power.

He was testing the other party, and the other party... was warning himself.

Tom looked at someone with a bright smile, his red eyes narrowed slightly.

There were only two classes in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the moment the bell rang for the end of the get out of class, all the Slytherins were in disbelief.

It has been a long time since they have been so fascinated by any professor's class.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, they actually felt that there was more to say!

"Okay, see you in the next class, kids." Harry stopped his topic on time, and he didn't leave homework, because he just reviewed what he had learned and briefly narrated for these kids. Tell me about your plans for this year, and give a few examples about how to better use defense skills by knowing black magic, so there is no homework to assign.

After Harry announced that get out of class was over, Tom stood up immediately, and he needed to lead the team to the classroom for the next class.

Before leaving, he glanced at the podium.

The guy with the bright smile was whispering something to the teaching assistant, and the gentle smile on his face made him feel inexplicably dazzling.

It's really unacceptable that the dean of Slytherin is actually such a person who wears a harmless smile all day long...

In the evening, Slytherin got together by coincidence.

Everyone knew that today was the sixth grade's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and everyone was waiting for the decision of the head of the academy.

Tom supported his head with his right hand, and tapped rhythmically on the chair with his left hand, which was his habitual movement when he was thinking. Abraxas, who was second only to the head of the academy, had a smile that was not a smile, Look at Tom.

After a long time, Tom stopped what he was doing and sat up straight.

"He is suitable to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." This, Tom will not deny, because Harry is strong enough, "However, he is not suitable to be the head of Slytherin."

That person, his demeanor, his etiquette constraints, was totally substandard!

Even Professor Slughorn is much better than him.