A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 620: 6th grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class

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In the classroom, Grindelwald was carefully wiping the wand in his hand.

The black velvet cloth brushes over the smooth and flexible shaft and the finely shimmering gemstones. His movements were meticulous, and he completed the work under the watchful eyes of the four professors.

He dropped the velvet, brought his wand close to his eyes, looked at it for a moment, and then blew the dust off it vigorously.

At this moment, Grindelwald turned his head and looked through the door frame to see the messy queue in the corridor. Harry was standing at the front, and a little girl with messy brown hair squeezed half of her body into the classroom. The mouth opened into an O shape in surprise.

"Please come in." He grinned and said.

Students poured in.

Harry wanted to say hello to the new professor, but he chose to remain silent in the end, his mind completely filled with the statue-like professor sitting in the back row, why is Snape here? What is the reason for Professor McGonagall? And Professor Haipu and Headmaster Dumbledore, have they made an appointment?

Hermione walked in almost on her feet. She chose a seat in the first row and sat down, not daring to breathe.

Harry had already walked past, but he turned sharply, his shoes screeching against the ground, and he resolutely sat down next to Hermione. Then Ron, Neville, Seamus... Every student who came in restrained his unrestrained movements when he saw the four professors, and tiptoed around like a kitten.

The Slytherin students exchanged glances, hiding the obvious hostility on their faces. They originally planned to make a fool of the new professor in order to avenge their dean, but they are a little confused now-if only Snape was alone, they would take it for granted that the dean came to find fault, but they don't think Professor Snape He will bring three other colleagues to fight against him, not to mention Professor McGonagall, who has always been serious and fair, and the principal who personally made the appointment. .

When all the students are seated, the last three rows are still empty.

"Chick."

Someone chuckled, as if they thought the scene was funny. It would have been funny, Harry thought indignantly, if he had been standing on the lectern or at the back of the room to see the students look like quails, but he was one of them now, so He couldn't bring himself to empathize with Professor Happer's teasing sound.

He can only focus on the new professor.

The room is well lit. The bright morning sun shone straight in through the huge open windows, and shone on Professor Bagshot's face, illuminating every wrinkle on his face clearly. He was wearing black wizard robes and was thinner than normal, but he was much better than when Harry first met him. His gray hair was pulled back, and the fine wrinkles on his neck were hidden in the collar of the wizard's robe, and appeared on the skin on the back of his hands. His hands were slender and dexterous, but they were no longer young, eroded by time— — except for those slightly deep-set blue eyes, shining in the sun, like the sparkling light reflected from the surface of the black lake outside the window.

Grindelwald put away his wand, put his hands behind his back, and looked around the classroom.

"Hogwarts," he said, "is an ancient wizarding school, as good as any other in the world. I hope to see some vitality in your faces."

There was a hint of pride on the faces of the students, and they couldn't help but sit upright, feeling proud.

"Ah, it seems that you have realized that you are in an excellent group, and this will be a good start." Grindelwald said softly, his voice was hoarse, but the students couldn't help being attracted Living.

They found that every time the professor spoke, he turned his toes slightly so that his body was fully facing some of the students.

"I lived in the school for a while, and what impressed me the most was a sentence." Grindelwald said a sentence in Latin, and asked quite expectantly: "Can anyone tell me, this sentence What does it mean?"

More than half of the class glanced at a girl in the front row. There, Hermione's arm was poking in the air like a javelin, and her hand was raised so fast that it almost hit Harry, and Grindelwald caught the eyes of the students and set their eyes on her.

"It's 'Don't Disturb the Sleeping Dragon', sir." Hermione said nervously, "it's also the motto of Hogwarts."

"Your name, ma'am?" Grindelwald took out a roster.

"Granger, Hermione Granger," whispered Hermione.

"Granger," Grindelwald repeated, casting a nonchalant glance at Felix, who was in the last row, who was whispering something to Snape. "Please take a seat, Ms. Granger. Oh, I forgot one thing - five points for Gryffindor." He tossed the roll on the table. "I hope to get to know you in this way. Take out your textbooks."

"Which one... sir?" A student raised his hand and asked unhurriedly.

"How Muggles Think", and, you can call me Professor Bagshot," Grindelwald asked Draco, "What is your name?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"Another familiar name, official member of the Anti-Dark Arts League? Now turn the book to page 147 and read the chapter on 'Social Organization'. You have ten minutes."

"But, Professor Bagshot," said a tall student, frowning, "why do we learn these things in Defense Against the Dark Arts?" His friend Justin tugged at his sleeve, But he said stubbornly: "If I want to know what Muggles think, why don't I choose Muggle Studies?"

Other students stopped what they were doing - frankly, they were not interested in the books in their hands, for the same reason as Ernie. No one wanted to be foolishly reading a Muggle studies book in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, hoping for a dissent, and the eyes of the students flitting back and forth between Ernie and Professor Bagshot.

"Your name."

"Ernie MacMillan." Ernie puffed out his chest.

"Hufflepuff?"

"Yes, yes." Ernie's body was a bit shorter, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that the professor's eyes were scary.

"Mr. MacMillan of Hufflepuff, why don't you take ten minutes to read the above? The answer is in there."

Reluctant reading and the sound of flipping pages follow.

Dumbledore lowered his voice and asked with interest: "Maybe I missed reading it. Is there anything interesting in this chapter?" Snape and Professor McGonagall looked at Felix at the same time, Felix also said almost in a whisper: "Just introduced some Muggle clubs, societies and social activities."

Ten minutes passed quickly.

"Can anyone tell me what you have learned?" Grindelwald looked around and asked, "McMillan?"

Ernie was sweating a little nervously.

"Well... I know a lot of Muggle clubs and groups, such as trade unions, interest clubs and associations, committees, religious societies, academic clubs, political clubs, parties, bands..."

"No, Mr. McMillan, no." Grindelwald said softly, "I'm not asking you to repeat what you saw. Unless your judgment is wrong, but I don't think there are any blind people here." The students issued a low voice Laughter, but Grindelwald didn't laugh, but was serious.

"Use your brains," his tone became urgent, "your brains are for thinking—Harry Potter?"

Harry stood up blankly.

"Tell me what comes to your mind."

"Uh, a lot of people...?" Harry whispered, very confidently. Some students laughed lightly.

"Put it another way."

"I have some groups in mind." Harry raised his voice.

"It's very close." Grindelwald walked towards him.

"...the crowd?" Harry said wryly.

"The crowd, yes, that's right." Grindelwald said, patting Harry on the shoulder, "After tearing off the elaborate camouflage, you will see what people are divided into groups. The answer is accurate, Bo Sit down, please." He returned to the podium.

Desperately trying not to show the confusion on his face, Harry sat back in his chair and couldn't help thinking, what did he just answer?

But his attention has been completely attracted by Professor Bagshot's words.

"We, human beings," Grindelwald said, "were weak and lazy, not good at dealing with those complicated logic and thoughts, but we wanted to show ourselves not so ignorant, so we put what we saw Everyone is divided into different groups and labeled..."

"The good, the bad; the British, the European; Hogwarts, Durmstrang; you and I are on the same side, he's on my opposite side... There's always an excuse. We I am so eager to seek identity recognition and form a group in interpersonal relationships, for fear that I will be left behind and become isolated.”

"As the oldest wizarding school, perhaps even the oldest, you - the students of Hogwarts - have an obligation to fight against this rooted physical and mental defect, to avoid mediocrity. Mediocre people are lazy Independent thinking, but they rely heavily on the group, and the end result is to casually hand over the rights they should have.”

"And groups are the most irrational."

The classroom fell silent. At this time, Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Professor Bagshot." So Grindelwald immediately changed his words, "Mr. McMillan asked before, what does Muggle thinking have to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I will now Can answer."

"The purpose of this class is to teach students how to resist danger. I saw that you have learned how to resist dark creatures and how to defend against evil spells, but I found that you still have a huge lack of ability to protect yourself. You have not considered the danger, it is so close to you, but you have turned a deaf ear to it, once—"

"Professor Bagshot." Dumbledore raised his voice, and there was a warning element in his tone.

Grindelwald remained silent, he drew out his wand, and stabbed the tip of the wand on the desk like a dagger with his backhand.

There was a sudden fog in the classroom.

The students' vision was blurry, and for a moment, Harry and a dozen students stood up, holding their wands and looking around vigilantly. Grindelwald was a little surprised by their reaction, but he couldn't see it on his face at all. He stared at Dumbledore who stood up with angry eyes, and slightly gestured with his mouth.

Felix narrowed his eyes. What Grindelwald said was: You can stop me, but you can't stop--

This ends abruptly.

The students in the classroom didn't know anything about this, they just looked at Harry and the students at the forward lookout in surprise, wondering why they reacted so strongly. But immediately, they heard the sound of messy footsteps and fierce slogans, as if they came from a distant place.

The brightly colored flags and the joyful parade crowd came towards them from behind Professor Bagshot, and then went straight through them-the students subconsciously leaned back, but they soon realized that this was just an illusion, those people- —It should be a Muggle, it won't affect me at all.

They have seen a similar scene in classroom seven.

"London New Year's Parade, quite a famous festival." Grindelwald said casually, "it attracts hundreds of thousands of tourists from all over the UK and around the world every year. There are almost 60 million people, and the total population of the world is close to 6 billion.”

The students below made a sound of wonder. They stared at the dense crowd, laughing and laughing all the way.

Harry has seen parades, but he lives in Surrey, where the population is only a few hundred thousand, far less spectacular. The Dursleys had been to London on New Year's, but he wasn't there every time, and he would be thrown into Mrs. Figg's custody at that time.

But Hermione has obviously seen this kind of scene, she is whispering science to Harry and Ron, "The London Parade has been very popular since its birth in 1987, and it is the most important festival of the year. There are people from all over the world Professional performers from all over the world, covering dance, music, juggling, cheerleading, antique car display... It is an unparalleled audio-visual feast.”

"It's so lively." Ron said with admiration.

Soon the students watched it with gusto, and it was a very novel experience for them—it was like they were watching a Muggle movie for the first time in an ancient rune class, and they were completely attracted. Many people's faces were infected by the joyful crowd, with the same joy and smiles on their faces.

"I've never seen such a big balloon." Some students raised their heads, and a huge colorful doll seemed to pass through the ceiling.

"Hey! Those dancing girls are so pretty!"

Grindelwald tapped the table with his wand, and the cheerful scene froze instantly. As the fog dissipated, the parade crowd paused, then turned their heads stiffly in unison, staring blankly at the students in the classroom. Being stared at by hundreds of people, Harry felt his heart skip a beat, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, and the joy in his mind disappeared without a trace.

Finally, the smoke cleared, and even the stiff crowd disappeared.

Harry slumped on the seat, out of breath, and seemed to be unable to control his hands and feet. He couldn't help but imagine what would happen if those people rushed up suddenly, those indifferent eyes without a trace of emotion, like a corpse... He shivered.

He looked around - Hermione was shivering~IndoMTL.com~ Ron and Neville looked pale, as if they were seriously ill. A few seats away, Malfoy's lips were tightly pursed, his eyes shone with a strange light, and several students even retched silently.

"Now you should understand: the pressure on the Statute of Secrecy is increasing with the increasing number of Muggles and the rise of what they call 'technology', and what I'm about to teach you— —”

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes—against Professor McGonagall's glaring eyes, Snape's scrutinizing eyes, and Felix with a serious expression, and confronted Dumbledore across the classroom, he grinned and showed a white face teeth.

"——how to hide yourself better."

There were no more accidents in the rest of the class, as if what happened before was just an episode. Grindelwald introduced the concept of 'silent spell' to the students according to the teaching progress.

"To put it simply, the silent spell is just a means of concealing spellcasting. It allows you to gain a first-hand advantage and an information advantage in a duel. Similarly, it is also very effective when used to hide yourself in Muggle society." He added Said.

Grindelwald demonstrated it himself. He pointed at himself with his exclusive wand. The wizard robe on his body was immediately changed into a set of Muggle clothes, and his thin cheeks became another face of a middle-aged man.

If they hadn't been too frightened before, the students would definitely applaud this complex and exquisite transformation technique.

Grindelwald glanced at the time, "There are still ten minutes left, so please continue to read the textbook, I believe you will have different insights." While the students were reading in peace, Dumbledore quietly stood up .

"Professor Bagshot, we need to talk about your syllabus."

"Oh, no problem." Grindelwald said, "Principal Albus Dumbledore."