[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

A Defense Against the Dark Arts class with a bunch of little monsters who can't even hold their wands steady?Tom was confident he had more experience in this class than in Potions, because he'd been sitting on the back of someone's head for at least a year.

Although he still had to wear Severus' coat and robes, it was much more enjoyable than Potions class.Because in this place, you don't have to walk around to inspect every movement of the group of little guys who may misplace the medicinal materials, mix the direction in the wrong direction, or forget to clean the crucible at any time. Beware of the danger of explosion, you only need to wave Wand bragging on the podium will do.Tom thought he understood exactly how Severus had been going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts that year - throwing a few spells to make them scream.

It took 50 years and damning countless predecessors—and possibly himself—to get the chance to stand here.Drawing lessons from the Potions class, Tom didn't forget to drink a few more sips of water before coming in.

He taught a few spells in the book, and then asked the students to practice in pairs for a while in the name of reviewing and strengthening.He felt a little disappointed, they were already in the fifth grade, the level of this group of guys was really hard to compliment, if this continued, Hogwarts would not be able to train Death Eaters.

Oh no, that's not going to work, it has to be something high-level.

"Hey, ladies and gentlemen, stop, now, get back to your places." Tom walked briskly up and down the room to create the effect of the hem of his black robes tumbling, and picked up the The gray-white magic wand circled in the air, pointing at the head of the nearest student, "Now, show your strength, the previous spells are too childish. If, suppose, a powerful wizard stands in front of you , pointing a wand at you, like this, so what do you do?"

"Sir, I don't know what spell he's going to cast..." the student whose head was pointed at said tremblingly, and the answer was vague.

"Of course he won't tell you what spell he's going to cast, will he? No one ever tells you before attacking, and he can use silent spells too! So, a powerful wizard..."

"That might require a strong wand," answered a student suddenly behind him, interrupting Tom. "If my wand is stronger than the opponent's, then I can beat him no matter what spell he casts. If there is a A wand of invincibility."

"An invincible magic wand?" Tom was slightly taken aback. He didn't expect someone to make such an opinion. "What do you mean?"

"Sir, I meant to say," the student seemed to be getting encouragement from the stern Professor Snape, "that... the Elder Wand that Headmaster Dumbledore and Master Harry Potter used before."

"Oh, very good, very good." When it came to the Elder Wand, Tom restrained himself from losing his composure, he put down the wand pointing at the student, and continued the topic, "That wand is really powerful, but where is it now? "

"Senior Potter broke it off and threw it into the ravine."

"Which valley? Is there no one looking for it, ladies and gentlemen? You know how many people want to get this wand." Tom looked around the room.

"Senior Potter never revealed which valley it was, and he didn't want others to find it." A student pouted after speaking.

"Hey, he hasn't left school in that time either, and I bet that place can't be too far from here."

"But a broken wand has lost its power, and it's no use finding it."

"Who says it can't be fixed?"

"That's a Deathly Hallows, not an ordinary wand..."

"The Deathly Hallows was also made by humans..."

"Well, ladies and gentlemen," said Tom, breaking off what seemed to be a rowdy discussion, "forget about the Elder Wand. You can't, oh, I mean, you can't each have an Elder Wand in your hand. Wand, right? Let me tell you, even if you have mastered a bunch of defensive spells, the most advanced defensive spells, you can't say you have mastered Defense Against the Dark Arts. Offense is the best defense, and defense without offense is called Passive defense, it will undoubtedly lose in battle."

Tom gave the students a seductive look, and slowly raised his wand, at the same time a girl's hand suddenly went up.

"Sir, are you going to demonstrate the Unforgivable Curse to us?"

"What gave you the illusion that I was wearing a black robe?" Tom rolled his lips mockingly, "No, of course, I will not demonstrate the Unforgivable Curses to you, even on the battlefield, they are very Easy to backfire, like Harry Potter defeated the Elder Wand with the Disarming Charm. The Unforgivable Curse is not the only offense, though. I'll teach you some other spells, like—"

He passed the tip of his stick around the student's head and pointed to the tall window: "Sectumsempra!"

"what is this?"

The spell flew out of the window, and the students didn't see its effect.

"Come on, ladies and gentlemen, you may have heard of the Half-Blood Prince's Notes. Your Mr. Potter Savior used this spell and cut open the belly of his classmate. It's a powerful cutting spell, but It's only elementary black magic. It's easy to learn. Follow me, spread out, and never face anyone. Do you understand? Turn them all away, away from anyone, and out of your bag ! Concentrate and say after me, Sectumsempra!"

Bai had wasted a lot of time discussing the Elder Wand just now, and when these little trolls were almost able to read the magic front without shadow, the get out of class was over soon.

Tom flung back his black robe and returned to the room at the end of the cellar as quickly as he could, looking back twice to make sure Madam Pomfrey wasn't chasing after him, screaming Slytherin.

If there is a little monster who can't restrain his claws and abuses Shenfeng Wuying at his classmates... then it's none of his business.He doesn't know how to break the curse.

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I feel deeply that what Tom said is right, what should I do...