Haven't quite adjusted to life over the holidays yet.
But on the second day, Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class had to be taken seriously.
For sixth grade students, the first day will be handed over by the corresponding dean to their new timetable.
Compared with Professor McGonagall's meticulous distribution and suggestions for each student.
Snape just divided the timetable into piles according to the order of grades, and put them on his desk for students to pick up by themselves.
Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a relatively special class.
especially in certain circumstances.
Refresher classes are compulsory for all students in the sixth grade.
If it's a peaceful day, if you don't intend to become an Auror, you don't have to go.
In the classroom, Snape had been waiting here for a long time.
One corner of the classroom was imprinted with his own character traits. The curtains were drawn tightly, and the light was dimmer than usual with only the dim light from the candles. There were previously unseen drawings on the walls, many of people in pain, grisly wounds and bizarrely twisted body parts.
After the students were seated one by one, no one spoke, and all turned their heads to look at the eerie pictures on the wall.
Pansy clutched his shoulders and shivered, those images looked quite scary.
Malfoy just stared blankly at the dark stone wall, waiting for Snape's appearance.
In fact, for him now, taking any courses is a waste of time.
"I haven't asked you to take out your books yet." Snape walked away suddenly and closed the classroom door, and walked behind the podium to face the whole class. Hermione hurriedly tossed her copy of Encountering the Faceless Monster back into her bag and stuffed it under the chair. "I have something to say to you, and I hope your attention will be high."
His dark eyes scanned the upturned faces, lingering on Harry Potter's face a little longer than the others.
"So far, you must have changed five teachers for this course."
"Needless to say, these teachers all have their own teaching methods and teaching focus. In this chaotic situation, I am surprised that so many of you still barely pass the .ls exam in this class."
"Under Professor McGonagall's plea, some students who did not meet the requirements also entered this class. I hope you can cherish this opportunity." His sinister gaze swept over several students.
Snape stepped off the podium and walked around the room, speaking in a lower voice. In order to be able to see him, the students stretched their necks one by one.
Malfoy leaned casually on the back of the seat and yawned.
His energy should be focused on more important things.
"Dark magic," said Snape, "is of all kinds and variety and variety and endless variety. Wrestling with them is like fighting a monster with many heads, where a new head pops up immediately after one head is cut off." , more vicious and cunning than the original one. You are dealing with something unpredictable and indestructible."
Compared with ordinary people's tone of disgust and fear, Snape seemed to regard it as an object of admiration.
"Therefore, your defenses," said Snape, raising his voice slightly, "must also be as flexible and innovative as the Dark Arts you have to deal with. These pictures," he pointed at a few of them as he walked, "Vividly depicting those who suffer, say, from the Cruciatus Curse," (he gestures to a witch who is clearly screaming in agony) "feeling the kiss of a dementor," (a warlock curled up in a corner , with lost eyes) "or be invaded by an infernal corpse," (a pool of blood on the ground).
"All the dementors are missing." Ron's voice was low, but everyone around heard it.
After Malfoy heard it, he showed an unpredictable smile very quickly, and then disappeared quickly.
"Mr. Weasley, you seem to have a problem with my teaching."
Even though Ron had lowered his voice enough.
Still, Snape found out.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, and then, Mr. Weasley, tell me how to deal with dementors."
"The Patronus Charm can drive them back." Ron said weakly
He is still clear about this.
"There's no bright answer." Snape said, which was obviously making things difficult, because it was indeed the only one that was practical.
"... I suppose you are new to the use of silent spells. What good are silent spells?"
Hermione immediately raised her hand. Snape unhurriedly glanced at the class, saw that there was no other choice, and said stiffly, "Very well—Miss Granger?"
"The opponent doesn't know what spell you're going to cast," said Hermione, "and that gives you a split-second advantage."
"That answer was copied verbatim from Standard Spells, Grade Six," said Snape contemptuously (, "but it's mostly correct. Yes, it's possible to cast spells without saying them aloud to A surprise effect. Of course, not all wizards can do this. It takes a lot of concentration and willpower, and some people can't.
"This is a spellcasting skill that tests talent."
"It will be very helpful for your future."
"Now you're in teams of two," Snape went on, "and one tries to cast a jinx on the other without saying aloud. The other tries to repel the jinx, also under silence. let's start."
The classroom of Defense Against the Dark Arts class is much wider than other classes, with a lot of empty space.
Pansy tried to cast some small jinxes on Malfoy, but they didn't work, or the words of the jinxes came out unconsciously.
She had a bitter face, a little depressed.
"Try to concentrate," Malfoy began.
"Ordinary magic requires gestures and incantations as a medium. Now you just need to focus on gestures."
"Whether you are the offensive side or the defensive side, you need to master the skills. The offensive side can use the silent spell to gain an advantage. Although it may be less powerful, the victory lies in concealment. Although the defensive side does not need to take the initiative, And there is no need to deliberately use silent spells to defend, but you also need to observe the opponent's behavior..." Malfoy emphasized the importance of this technique.
"Armor protection!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from the classroom.
Many students' attention was drawn to it, only to see Snape knocked off balance and slammed into a table.
Soon, the man struggled to his feet.
Struggling to keep his feet, his face was full of anger.
"Do you remember when I told you we were practicing silent spells, Potter?"
"Yeah," Harry said stiffly.
"Remember, sir."
"Don't call me 'sir,' Professor."
Before he could react, the words had already blurted out. Several classmates gasped in surprise, including Hermione. Behind Snape, however, Ron and a few of his roommates had appreciative smiles on their faces.
For Harry's resistance, they were quite encouraging.
"In detention, Saturday night, in my office," Snape said. "I won't allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter . . . even the savior."
There were a few laughs from the Slytherin students.
"Just like just now, when you are in danger, you don't have to think about using a silent spell, especially if you are not proficient." Malfoy suddenly said in a low voice, at a volume that Pansy could just hear.
"Just now, Mr. Potter felt that he was threatened, so he decisively gave our Mr. Dean a disarming spell. This is the correct way."
"Yes..." Pan Xi dragged out her voice, nodded her head, and answered weakly.
She is really not interested in this course.