"What was Hermione's last lesson?"
"Maka's magic text class."
In the corridor, Harry and Ron walked side by side, following the flow of people towards the second floor. They did not take the Ancient Runes class as an elective, so they could not accompany Hermione when they had classes of their own.
"Oh..." Ron seemed to be feeling a little emotional when he heard this, "Although Maka's classes are always interesting, the disadvantage is that there are too many homeworks! Seriously, can't he reduce the burden on students?"
"We didn't choose the magic text class, so don't worry about others," Harry shook his head and said, "I think we have to worry about the next class - I didn't expect it. One of my favorite classes!”
"Yes!" Ron sighed, "First, Umbridge brought us a bad mood for most of the school year. I thought it was a good thing that she left, but I never thought that Snape would come again..."
"Oh! I really don't understand how Maka got along with Snape?" Harry said in annoyance.
"Maybe as Maka said, Snape is not as bad as we thought?" Ron thought for a while and quickly put this idea away, "No, how is that possible?"
"Hey." Harry laughed dryly, "Did Maka say such a thing?"
"I don't know, I can't remember clearly," Ron shrugged, "I just thought that Maka would probably say that."
While the two were complaining to each other, the crowd rushing to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom had quickly moved outside the familiar door. At this moment, with a soft creak, the teacher's door was opened from the inside.
Immediately afterwards, the big bat-like figure walked out of the door and stood still for a moment in the corridor.
That was Snape. His hair still looked as greasy as if it had never been washed. It hung down from the sides of his head, barely covering his face. His jet-black hair made his sallow face look even more gloomy. The moment his cold eyes swept across the crowd, everyone seemed to feel a chill.
"Come in."
Snape glanced at them, then suddenly turned around and returned to the classroom. He turned so hard that his black robe flew away with a splash, as if he had transformed into a real giant bat at that second.
Yes, that’s right, the kind that sucks human blood!
"One of his ancestors must be a vampire!" Ron leaned close to Harry and muttered in a very small voice.
"I guess that's not unusual. I heard from Hermione that there really was a history of vampires serving as Defense Against the Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts in the past." Harry blinked, "I would rather say that than that. —I’m afraid Snape can’t wait any longer!”
"What?" Ron asked confused.
"I mean Snape," Harry whispered. "I heard that he has been thinking about being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a long time. It seems that he has been planning to apply for this course from the beginning."
"If you want to chat, I can let you chat in my office tonight!" Snape knew somehow, and he stepped out of the classroom door again and glared at them both.
"It's not class time yet!" Harry said subconsciously, which made Ron quickly give him a look to signal him not to be so impulsive.
But before he finished speaking, a burst of magic bells suddenly rang through the entire Hogwarts Castle, turning the anger on Snape's face into mockery and sneer again.
"Here we are now," he said with a smile, "Still outside the classroom? Well done... 5 points deducted!"
"This is your fault!" Harry retorted loudly, squeezing his neck.
"5 points deducted from each person."
Snape sneered and added before entering the classroom again. Ron knew he couldn't stay here anymore, so he just dragged Harry in with him - if he continued to fight against Snape, he might have to stay in that guy's office most of the night tonight!
As soon as they entered the classroom, Harry and Ron discovered that Snape had left his distinctive mark on the place.
The windows that originally provided good lighting were tightly covered by thick curtains, preventing any natural light from entering. There were only small candles lit by magic in the classroom, emitting a faint light, making the place as gloomy and gloomy as the previous Potions classroom.
What is different from the Potions classroom in the past is that there are now several portraits hanging here, but those portraits clearly have a strong "Snape style".
Most of the paintings are figures, but they all seem to be undergoing terrible torture, showing their pain to people with their twisted limbs and ferocious expressions. Some of the people in the paintings are roaring and wailing silently, some are curled up, some have half of their bodies festering, and some even cannot be distinguished at all.
It can be said that these pictures themselves are "restricted", and I don't know how Snape dared to put them up - does Professor McGonagall know about this
"Oops!"
Ron and Harry merged into the students standing in the middle of the classroom with some surprise, but the next moment, Ron seemed to have suddenly thought of something, frowned and whispered.
"What's wrong?" Harry looked at Snape first and found that he didn't look over here, then turned to Ron next to him and asked.
"Hermione!" Ron lowered his voice and emphasized, "Hermione isn't here yet—why is she late?"
"Oops!" When Harry heard this, he immediately felt that something was very wrong.
But at this moment, a person rushed in from the door. Harry and Ron looked up hurriedly, and they knew before they even saw the person's face that it was Hermione. If I had to explain it, it would be her messy brown hair. Except for Hermione, there was no other girl in the entire Hogwarts who didn't care about appearance like her.
"Huh, late?" Snape turned his head and made a tut-tsk sound in his mouth, "Well done, Miss Know-It-All. Do you think..."
He habitually wants to make some sarcastic remarks, and also give some punishments, so that his mood will become better. But after he caught a glimpse of the textbook Hermione was holding on her chest, he snorted impatiently.
"Professor Maclean finished class a little late today..." Hermione explained while standing at the door.
As she spoke, she frowned and stared at the portrait on the wall of the classroom for a few times, feeling a little annoyed in her heart.
To Hermione, those portraits were too much and should not be hung on any wall in the world, let alone in a Hogwarts classroom.
"Go and stand over there, it's time for class!" Snape waved his hand angrily, and the sleeves of the wizard's robe made a sound in the air.
Here, although Hermione wanted to say a few words about the portrait on the wall, she had to suppress the restlessness in her heart when she thought of the conversation she had just had with Maka after class.
In the last class, Maka didn't drag the class - he never did that in class. The reason why Hermione was a little late was just because she took the initiative to ask Maka a few words.
Of course she was asking about Snape, and by the way, the things Maka had asked her to do during the time travel. That day, Snape broke into her house late at night and guarded her for half the night. The reason for that incident is still a mystery.
As smart as Hermione was, she immediately thought of Voldemort and Grindelwald, but because the process was so complicated, even though she was involved in it, she still had no clue.
It's just that Maka never gave a clear enough explanation while she was hospitalized at St. Mungo's, so she found another opportunity to ask clearly.
However, Maka still didn't tell all the causes and consequences just now. What Hermione learned from him this time was only part of the inside information about Snape. That includes Snape's past with Harry's mother, as well as the situation of Snape's sister Tia.
So now, when Hermione saw Snape in person, a rather complicated emotion suddenly emerged in her heart.
"Hermione, Maka is late in class?"
Seeing that Hermione came to them safe and sound, Ron and Harry breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then Harry asked casually.
"Well..." Hermione's mind was brought back to reality by his words. She hesitated for a moment, but nodded, "Yes... yes!"
Perhaps subconsciously, she felt that she shouldn’t tell Harry the conversation she had just had with Maka. After all, even if she wanted to say it, she didn’t know where to start—should she start with Harry’s mother’s scandal? Do not be silly!
While she was answering, she stuffed the magic text in her arms into her bulging schoolbag, rummaged through it, and took out another thick magic book.
"...Put that book away," no one knew how Snape's eyesight was developed. "I don't need that kind of half-baked book in my Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
What Hermione took out was the book "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense". This book has been the most commonly used textbook in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes since the first grade. There is no professor other than Umbridge who has not used it. It contains many practical defensive spells and introduces a large number of dark creatures. It is indeed a rich and reliable book.
But Snape said that it was a "half-baked book".
"Before the class officially starts, I think it is necessary to say a few words to you," Snape stood in front of the classroom and said in a blunt tone, "So in the next step, I hope you can pay close attention and don't miss what I say. every word of it—because I’ll only say it once!”
Having said this, he paused for a moment, and his cold black eyes swept over everyone's face one by one, bringing inexplicable pressure to everyone.