A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom the next afternoon, Sirius had already appeared early, and he became completely different from before-wearing a set of delicate dark clothes. , Paired with a lining of the same dark color, the neckline is loose, his face has a casual expression, with his curly black curly hair, it is like walking out of an oil painting.

"Harry?" He walked over and asked with a worried look: "I heard you deducted a lot of points? Snape did it?"

Harry suddenly felt a sense of chaos in time and space. The image of Sirius seems to overlap with that of when he was the best man at his parents' wedding more than ten years ago, at best it is more mature now.

"Actually nothing." Harry murmured. He didn't want Sirius and Snape to collide.

"Okay, I'll talk later." Sirius hesitated, "You stay after class. There is something that you should know about Hagrid."

"He's back?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Shhh." Sirius stopped the three of them. "He doesn't want other people to pay attention to this. He can't get out of it for the time being...We will go to visit him with Felix tonight."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione glanced at each other, and stopped questioning. They sat on their seats, and Lavender Brown in the back row was biting her ear at Parvati—"Don't you think the new professor is handsomer than Lockhart before..." The two girls chatted.

Harry hurriedly changed to the seat inside, for fear of being infected by the stupidity emanating from the two of them.

Hermione looked at Sirius and asked expectantly, "You said Hai—can he come back to class next week?"

"I don't know, I hope." Harry said. Judging from Sirius's tone, Hagrid should be back, but why didn't he show up?

The class bell rang, and all the students stared at Sirius silently, with deep scrutiny hidden in their eyes. This is the treatment every new professor has, but this time it is exceptionally different. The resume of the new professor is really too scary— —Of course not because of his status as an assistant to the Minister of Magic, but because this person had escaped from Azkaban under the name of'the first Death Eater under the mysterious man'. The frightening reputation scared them for half a year.

At that time, everyone was very curious about how he escaped from prison and approached the school. Many students in the audience have spread rumors about the new professor.

"Well, classmates, as a rule, I need to introduce myself first. But I don’t think anyone here will not know my name. After all, my wanted order has been hanging in Hogsmeade for more than half a year. It's amazing..." Sirius said cheerfully, "Although my appearance is not the same as before, my name has not changed."

"Sirius Black, you can call me Professor, Professor Black, of course, if you are familiar with it, you can just call it by name."

The students exchanged glances, and the new professor seemed to talk very well...

"Do you have any questions? If not, we will start class."

"But—" Hermione raised her hand. "Uh, Professor Black?" Sirius smiled at her.

"We don't have teaching materials yet," she said.

The students nodded, and Harry raised his heart, for fear that his godfather said the last sentence: I forgot. But Harry changed his mind and thought it was impossible.

"You said textbooks, we don't need that stuff. What I want to teach you is not something you can remember with your brain." Sirius said.

"Now take your wands and follow me." Before the others reacted, he had disappeared from the classroom.

After a few seconds, he showed half of his head questioningly, "What are you waiting for? Am I not clear enough?"

Everyone moved one after another, exchanging excited eyes with each other.

Hermione was shocked. When other students got up from their seats and walked towards the door, she was still stunned.

"A good start, isn't it?" Ron said, holding his unicorn wand in his hand, "I have confidence in him all of a sudden."

They walked down the stairs in a sparse line, then walked through the foyer, out of the castle, and stopped in a clearing on the edge of the black lake.

It may be because it rained only yesterday. Today's weather is exceptionally sunny, warm and comfortable. The sun was shining, the breeze was fading, the golden waves on the lake were rippling, and many people had an idea, if it was the weekend today.

"When are there two more walls here? It's so ugly..." Draco Malfoy asked with a frown. On the grass not far from them, there were two stone walls erected, about twenty feet long and nearly one person. High, six to seventy feet apart from each other.

Sirius pretended not to hear it, but he built it a little bit in the dark. Even if it is crooked, it is excusable, isn't it?

"Quiet, classmates. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class has an eternal theme, that is, how to protect yourself when you are in danger. And my requirement of myself is to teach you how to protect yourself in times of war... Can anyone tell me?"

Unsurprisingly, Hermione raised her hand first.

"Hermione—" Sirius coughed suddenly, "Well, I mean, Miss Granger, you will answer."

"According to the pamphlet issued by the Ministry of Magic, in the event of a danger, the only thing the minor wizard has to do is to protect himself and stay away from danger-quickly reunite with his family and use Apparition to escape. Therefore, everyone must master and adapt to the appearance of his followers. ."

"Very good, very correct, do you remember?" Sirius looked at the student.

Only a few people nodded. Sirius frowned, "I said...There is no difficulty in it, do you need her to repeat it again?"

Now almost everyone nodded.

"Excellent, even if this part is over," Sirius said with satisfaction.

The others were a little startled, what do you mean by ‘finished’? Sirius cleared his throat, "It's that simple to protect yourself, don't run around, don't make trouble, and then learn the skills of follower manifestation is almost enough. Let's not talk about follower manifestation today, I forgot to apply for permission with the principal..."

Then, his tone became low and solemn, just standing there, he could attract everyone's attention.

"It is of course the best to be able to escape. There is no need to risk your life... But if you can't escape, or if you have a reason to stay, then you have only one choice left-that is to take the wand and fight bravely. , No matter who the enemy is." He said in a deep voice.

At this time, we can see the subtle influence of the qualities respected by different colleges on students. Although it is not obvious to pick it up separately, if you zoom in to a group, you can still see the difference-most students, Gryffindor and some Slytherin students were moved by the tenacious fighting spirit in Sirius's words and began to think about themselves Under what circumstances must choose to fight, but some people still shook their heads slightly, expressing their disapproval.

In fact, there is no difference between the two. To be too calm is to be indifferent, and to cross the line bravely becomes reckless.

...

"Okay!" Sirius clapped his hands and said to the students: "Students go over there." He opened his hands as if holding two small flags indicating directions.

The students walked to the designated location as instructed, and Draco Malfoy strode past Harry, turning his head with a provocative look.

"It looks like a duel in a while, I learned a lot during the summer vacation." He whispered.

"You can challenge me." Harry was used to these words a long time ago, so he answered very smoothly: "But my opponent is a Death Eater. If you know you, you can introduce it to me, do you know?"

Draco's triumphant expression froze, and he thought of Aunt Bella who had briefly lived in his house.

"Hurry up! You two!" Sirius urged nearby. The two were standing in their respective academies. It's not a coincidence that Harry found himself standing right in front of one of the stone walls, as did the opposite group.

Sirius stood among them and drew a whistle from his pocket: "What you have to do is actual combat. It is also okay to understand it as a melee. Use the academy as your camp to knock down the other side. I want to see your true level and listen to me. Instructions-when the whistle sounds, you can start, and I will give a reminder in advance. Remember: Only use the Stunning Charm and the Iron Armor Charm. There shouldn't be anyone here who can't do it, right?"

The two groups froze for a few seconds, fighting? —"It's not fair." Draco called. "There are fewer people on our side!"

"Why don't I change you to another group?" Sirius bared his white teeth and asked in a threatening tone. At least from Draco's perspective.

"I'm not going." Draco shrank his neck, letting him be a Slytherin to the Gryffindor group? He has only experienced this feeling in the Mowen Club, but that is not a fight either.

"Then be obedient," Sirius said impatiently, and then said loudly to everyone, "Do you think the competition will only be held once? Think that everything on the battlefield will be as you wish? I hope you will have strength for a while. Complain. I have prepared a lot of tricks!"

The wand in Harry's hand was gripped tightly. He hadn't expected the content of the practice class to be a melee, and the Slytherin student opposite was also at a loss. But gradually, the expressions on some students' faces became vivid, and the hidden thoughts in their hearts grew wildly, and they showed dangerous smiles at their opponents one after another.

Harry felt tight and moved in small steps in Ron's direction, while whispering to Hermione, "Come closer, we are together."

"What, oh!" Hermione hadn't recovered from the shock, she was obviously confused: "How can Sirius do this? He will definitely receive a lot of complaints! His behavior is better than that of Hagrid and Moody. The professor also needs to—"

"I'll talk later." Harry interrupted her.

On the other side, most of the students are still standing blankly on the spot, Sirius has already started counting down, "Three-two-one-drop!" The loud whistle echoed in this area, and the red light of the coma spell criss-crossed. , Hermione and Ron released the iron armor curse at the same time to protect them, Harry's wand protruded from the gap of the curse and shook quickly, and the two of them immediately fell down on the opposite side.

After a round of confrontation, Gryffindor and Slytherin each fell nearly one-third, and everyone stopped, not knowing what to do next.

"Continue! Until one party completely falls down!" Sirius retreated to the distance and shouted at them.

Draco Malfoy was the first to react. He stood behind the crooked stone wall and shouted to others, "Come here! We are few, use the environment—" A spell hit the wall near him. , It was Ron, he put away his wand regretfully: "It missed."

The spell was like a whip, and the students ran towards the back of their own stone wall. From Sirius's perspective, you will find that the students of the two colleges are standing behind a stone wall, looking carefully.

There are already a dozen students lying on the ground.

Behind the stone wall, Harry licked his lips. He didn't feel any pressure. It seemed to be a breeze to knock down two people with a silent coma spell, especially since he was protected by Ron and Hermione's iron armor curse. He felt My previous approach was too conservative.

"Don't worry about the people on the ground, they are already corpses." Sirius shouted from a distance.

Under his urging, the two groups of students chanted spells to each other across the stone wall. After the initial fear and discomfort, everyone was immersed in this tense, exciting and alternative duel game. They gradually gave up the defense and just used The coma spells shot each other, and after a few minutes, the two sides fell down half of their companions. There were only single digits left on the Slytherin side, and Sirius shook his head for a while.

Now the situation on the court has completely turned into a bad battle.

The huge disadvantage in numbers made the Slytherin students sober. They finally stopped appearing and hid behind the solid stone wall, only occasionally glancing quickly from the edge or above the defensive wall, if this time Gryffindor Some students in the group stood still, and they would be hit by a mess of spells in the next second.

The situation is deadlocked. Sirius raised his wand from a distance, took the unlucky ones who had been stunned from the'battlefield', and awakened them with the resuscitation spell. Many people looked shocked when they were sober, and did not remember how they were hit.

"Look carefully, I will write a paper when I go back." Sirius said to them.

...

"They hide in there and can't get out, what should they do, Harry?" Neville yelled, leaning against the wall. He poked his head out just now and was almost hit by a spell.

Harry glanced back at the remaining people. "There are 16 left," Hermione said. Harry gritted his teeth, "Are you willing to act together?"

"of course."

"We're all up to you, Harry."

"The opportunity is so rare, we are about to defeat Slytherin." Seamus said excitedly.

"Okay," Harry stopped refusing, "Me, Ron, Hermione," he hesitated, "and Neville, we walk in the front, defending with the iron armor curse, Seamus and Dean are ready to go on top at any time. , Others stood behind us chanting the coma spell!"

They spent half a minute adjusting, barely forming a formation, and walked out from behind the stone wall.

On the other side, Draco frowned, feeling something was wrong, and there was no movement outside for a long time. What was going on? He estimated that there were at least a dozen people on the opposite side, and on their side-his face was gloomy, there were only six people.

No matter how you think, you lose.

Damn Sirius Black, Dad is right, he is the biggest traitor of the pure-blood family!

He glanced at the follower next to him-Gore had fallen down, and only Crabbe was left, "Crabbe, go and look outside." Crabbe was unwilling, his muscles couldn't stop so many. With a magic wand, he poked his head out of the wall, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"What's wrong?"

"what happened?"

"You mean it!"

The few remaining people asked noisily.

"They—" Crabbe said halfway, then he was hit by the Stunning Charm and fell to the grass with a "bang", Draco's eyes jumped fiercely. Not because of Crabbe's curse, but because he heard the sound of footsteps-very close here.

"Hi, Malfoy."

A teasing voice said, Draco raised his head, and Harry smiled brilliantly through an iron curse. He handed out two wands from behind Harry. The red light flashed, and the curse and darkness hit him at the same time.

The remaining dozen Gryffindor students uttered deafening cheers, "We won!"

Sirius walked over and chanted the revival curse on the six students.

"At the end of the first scene, no one used any other spells. This is great. You have to know that someone used evil spells in other grades. I punished them to copy sentences. What I learned from the Muggle school... The Slytherin army was wiped out. Gryffindor won."

The Gryffindor students were still beaming, and kept shouting: "We have won! We have won! We have defeated Slytherin!"

"...One more thing, your comrades are half dead." Sirius said blankly, and Harry and the others stopped smiling immediately.

"Next for the second test, this time only the soft leg curse is allowed, not even the iron armor curse, and it cannot be defended... We use it to simulate the life-threatening curse. You should know its characteristics... It is difficult to resist, the curse is hit. To die."

Many Slytherin students cast hateful glances at him. They thought they were going to endure another humiliation. Even Harry was frightened by these glances, but Sirius didn't care at all.

"All stand here, I want to regroup." Soon, Sirius was like a sharp pair of scissors to divide a piece of red and green fabric into two pieces. The two colleges have me in you, and you in me. They stood together, but they were quite distinct. All people's faces were left blank.

Harry saw the face of Malfoy who had just been stunned, but Ron and Hermione were separated.

"This time the number of people is almost the same, what do you think?" Sirius asked.

Then, he backed away again, "Give you two minutes to think about tactics. Once the time is up, you will start immediately. The rules are clear for you. There will be no excuses for which party loses this time. Of course, you use It's okay to be in a daze during this time."

Harry looked at the new group, and no one spoke for a while. Half of the Gryffindor students and half of the Slytherin students looked at each other with weird eyes. Not long ago, they shook their sticks and faced each other with cold faces, cheering for each other's fall. , But now forced to stand together, obviously, everyone was caught off guard.

I don't know where Sirius learned this set. He couldn't help complaining.

"Why is it so like the Magic Club?" Neville murmured.

Harry suddenly realized that he looked at Draco, and he was in the same mood as the first time he saw him in Mrs. Morkin's robe shop. How could there be such an annoying person... Harry thought, but he still endured the discomfort. Said: "According to the rules of the club?"

Draco looked at Harry with weighed eyes, and they both looked at each other annoyingly. Just when Harry felt impatient, Draco sneered on his pale face and said, "Yes."

"Hey, Potter, you have to be careful of the spell next to him." A girl next to him whispered.

"Shut up, Pansy," Draco said coldly.

Two minutes passed quickly, and Sirius blew his whistle again.

"The battle has already begun! What are you waiting for!" He roared and everyone subconsciously waved their wands, chanting the soft leg curse.

Harry suddenly discovered that if it had been a chaotic battle, the current venue would have become a mess, with spells flying around. Many people were chanting the spells, but the next second they lay on the ground softly and the spells hit their companions. Body.

If you can't use the iron armor curse and the stone wall, you can only avoid it. Many people jump up and down, and there are very few students who can pick up the flying curse.

"Only use the soft leg curse, students who have hit the curse will automatically leave the battlefield after the curse is resolved." Sirius shouted from the edge of the battlefield, picking up a curse randomly. Tooth roots itchy, which idiot threw the spell on him, it's hard not to doubt that it was intentional.

...

"Disperse! Disperse all—ouch!" Harry heard Ron yell out loudly.

When there were only a dozen people left on the field, I didn't know who shouted, "Come over!" Then there was a rush of brains from the other side. Harry took advantage of the chaos and hit three, but then the two groups mixed together and everyone stared. Little eyes, no one dared to act rashly.

Hermione looked at Harry hesitantly. The two of them were definitely not a group, but—isn’t it good for them to attack each other? They didn't feel embarrassed for long, and Sirius walked over with a black face. "What's your name?" He said to a Slytherin student.

"Bresse Shabini," the student whispered.

Sirius looked at him carefully for two seconds. "Effective tactics." Brays just wanted to laugh, but Sirius added, "But it's also stupid. The fastest death on the battlefield." He said he didn't go to see Brays. 'S face, announcing loudly: "The second scene is over. Come here!"

The students sat on the grass in twos and threes. Sirius sat between them, resting his chin on one hand, and looking at them with slanted eyes.

"Tsk tusk, look at your performance just now. If this is on the battlefield, one hand that survived can be counted."

A Slytherin student mumbled dissatisfiedly: "We are not to blame for the first game, the numbers are not equal..." He was still angrily at the first competition.

Sirius sneered shortly, "Who told you that the war is fair? What do you think the real battle is like? Everyone agreed to start each other? They abide by the rules of the game, and they are still one-on-one~www.readwn.com~ Fair contest?"

"The thing you said has nothing to do with war."

He shook his head and propped his knee with his other hand, inadvertently bringing out a touch of elegance. His face has been weather-beaten, and years of prison still left marks on him, but this experience merges with his own temperament, but it is even more charming. Even if he is sitting on the ground now, it still makes people suspect that he just came from Escape from the noble banquet.

Sirius said lazily: "Sometimes you are the one with fewer people, so what do you do? You can't always say that there are many people on the other side, then I will join the other side? If your family has been killed by three or five black wizards. Siege, you still have to say to them: This is not fair, so turn around and walk away?"

"The difference in numbers, the difference in strength, status, priority, environment, weather, and the degree of tacit understanding with companions...Each item will affect evenly matched sides, thereby changing the situation of the battle. What I have to do this year is Let you experience these things as realistically as possible."

"Of course, several of the assessment spells are also within the scope of my teaching."

"Next, you can analyze the shortcomings and advantages of the first two battles by yourself. Let's talk casually... Does anyone raise their hand? No? Then I will leave it as a thesis, three feet..."

"Don't, Professor!"

"Shall we say it's not alright!"

In a ‘friendly and harmonious’ atmosphere, the first class of defense against the dark arts in fifth grade is over.

Sirius scratched his chin and said, "Okay, then homework... Uh, no, I will reveal the content of the next lesson in advance: I will choose two teams to fight immediately, each with a number of between two and five people. Think about how to deal with five people when you have only one companion. At least it means persisting long enough... well, see you next class."