Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The first time the school started, the enthusiasm was taken away by someone, and most of the students' attention was on the glamorous new "nurse".

Haven't quite adjusted from vacation life yet.

But on the second day, Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class had to be taken seriously.

For sixth-grade students, the corresponding dean handed them a new class schedule on the first day.

Compared to Professor McGonagall's meticulous distribution and advice for each student.

Snape just divided the class schedule into a pile according to the order of grades, placed it on his desk, and let the students pick it up.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a relatively special class.

Especially in certain circumstances.

Refresher classes are compulsory for all students in sixth grade.

If it's a peaceful day, if you don't have the intention to become an Auror, you can't go.

In the classroom, Snape had been waiting here for a long time.

The corner of the classroom was stamped with his own character traits. The curtains were drawn tightly, and there was only the faint light of candles, and the light was dimmer than usual. There are pictures on the walls that weren't there before, many of them showing people in pain, grisly wounds and bizarrely twisted body parts.

After the students took their seats one by one, no one said a word, all turned their heads to look at the eerie pictures on the wall.

Pansy shivered while clutching his shoulders, the images looked rather scary.

Malfoy just stared blankly at the dark stone wall, waiting for Snape to appear.

In fact, for him now, taking any courses is a waste of time.

"I haven't told you to take out the books yet." Snape suddenly walked away and closed the door of the classroom, walking behind the podium to face the whole class. Hermione hurriedly threw her copy of Encountering the Faceless Monster back in her bag and tucked it under the chair. "I have something to say to you, and I hope your attention is high."

His dark eyes swept across the upturned faces, lingering slightly longer on Harry Potter's face than the others.

"So far,

You must have changed five teachers for this course. "

"Needless to say, these teachers have their own teaching style and focus. I'm amazed that so many of you have barely passed the .Ls exam for this class in this chaotic situation."

"At the request of Professor McGonagall, some people who did not meet the requirements also entered this class. I hope you can cherish this opportunity." His sullen eyes swept over several students.

Snape stepped off the podium and walked around the classroom, speaking in a lower voice. In order to see him, the students craned their necks one by one.

Malfoy leaned casually against the back of the seat, yawning.

His energies are focused on more important things.

"Dark magic," said Snape, "various, varied, varied, and never-ending. Fighting them is like fighting a multi-headed monster, just chop off a head and then a new one pops up. , more ferocious and cunning than the original one. You are dealing with something unpredictable and indestructible."

Compared with ordinary people's disgust and fear, Snape seemed to regard it as an object to admire.

"So your defenses," Snape said, raising his voice slightly, "must be as flexible and innovative as the dark magic you have to deal with. These pictures," he pointed to a few of them as he walked. "Bringing the victims to life, say, Cruciatus," (he waved at a witch who was clearly screaming in pain) "feeling the dementor's kiss," (a wizard curled up in the corner , lost his eyes) "or be attacked by the Inferi," (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 incomprehensible 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.

However, Snape found out.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, and then, Mr. Weasley, tell me what to do with the Dementors."

"The Patronus Charm can drive them back." Ron said weakly

He still knew that.

"There is no bright answer." Snape said, this was obviously making things difficult, because it was indeed the only one that was practical.

"...I think, you are still very unfamiliar with the use of silent spells. What are the benefits of silent spells?"

Hermione immediately raised her hand. Snape took a leisurely glance at the class, and when he saw that there was no other choice, he said bluntly, "Very well—Miss Granger?"

"The opponent doesn't know what magic you're going to cast," said Hermione. "That gives you a momentary advantage."

"This answer is copied from The Standard Spells, Level 6, as it is," said Snape contemptuously (, "but basically correct. Yes, you can achieve the An unexpected effect. Of course, not all wizards can do this. It takes a lot of focus 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 groups of two," Snape continued, "one tries to cast a curse on the other, but doesn't say it. let's start."

The Defence Against the Dark Arts class is much larger than the other classes, with a lot of empty space.

Pansy tried to cast a little curse on Malfoy, but it always didn't work, or the curse word was uttered involuntarily.

She grimaced, a little depressed.

"Try to concentrate," Malfoy said.

"Ordinary magic requires gestures and incantations as a medium, and now you just focus on gestures."

"Whether it is an attacking party or a defending party, it is necessary to master the skills. The attacking party can use the silent spell to gain an advantage. Although it may be less powerful, it is better than concealment. The defending party, although it does not need to take the initiative, And you don't need to use the silent spell to defend deliberately, but you also need to observe the opponent's behavior..." Malfoy emphasized the importance of this technique.

"Armor!" Suddenly, a loud cry came from the classroom.

The attention of many students was drawn, only to see Snape knocked off balance and slammed into a table.

Soon, the man struggled to his feet.

Struggling to stand firm, his face full of anger.

"Do you remember when I told you we were practicing silent spells, Potter?"

"Remember," Harry said stiffly.

"Remember, sir."

"Don't call me 'Sir,' Professor."

Before he could react, the words blurted out. Several classmates gasped in surprise, including Hermione. Behind Snape, however, Ron and a few of his roommates had an admiring smile on their faces.

They were quite encouraging to Harry's resistance.

"Lockdown, Saturday night, in my office," Snape said. "I won't allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter . . . not even the savior."

There were a few laughter from several of the Slytherin students.

"Just like just now, when you are in danger, you don't have to think about what silent spell to use, especially when you are not skilled." Malfoy suddenly said in a low voice, in a volume that Pansy could just hear.

"Just now, Mr. Potter felt that he was threatened, and decisively gave our Mr. Dean a Disarming Charm. This is the correct way to do it."

"Yes..." Pansy trailed off, nodded, and answered weakly.

She really has no interest in this course.