Rebirth of the Harry Potter

I had attended Potions class in the morning, but I didn't expect Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.

The Gryffindor students just feel the pain.

Walking into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he found that Professor Snape was already sitting behind the podium.

Wouldn't Snape take his poor performance in Potions class to heart and transfer his anger to this class? The Slytherins and Gryffindors felt uneasy.

But obviously, their worries were unnecessary. Although Snape had a very bad personality, he could clearly distinguish the two things.

After all the students were seated, Snape stood up with his wand in his hand. With his dark robes, his thin and cold face, and his condescending gaze, everyone was shocked by Snape before they could speak.

"You are the lucky class." Snape opened his mouth and said such a sentence.

But these words not only did not make the little wizards feel relaxed, but made their hearts even heavier, because Snape actually showed a faint smile, very faint, but from the heart.

"Because you will never find a more responsible Defense Against the Dark Arts professor than me." Snape said calmly.

"Last year you learned magic before the fifth grade, and this year you have to learn all the magic up to the seventh grade. As for black magic, it was just the beginning, and then you have to learn more advanced black magic."

"In my teaching arrangement, the way you learned magic to destroy monsters last year was still too simple, and the methods were too gentle, and it was impossible to really train you to firmly master magic."

"Hiss..." There was a sound of breathing in the classroom.

That's gentle?

Not to mention the enemies that usually practice magic to deal with, but only the poison leopard that I faced in the final exam last semester. Its speed is faster than the wind, and it can scratch through the magic armor formed by the armor protection spell with one claw. A werewolf alone is just a little brother to it. If it wasn't for everyone being united to fight against the enemy and support each other, there were really a few people who were almost to be dismembered at that time, a real difference between life and death.

Snape looked at the students' reactions and smiled contemptuously: "Don't you think you are good enough?"

"To tell you the truth, the only thing that was in danger last year was the final exam. Usually, it wasn't me who subdued the monster, and you all chanted slowly. As a result, facing the poisonous leopard, how many people were so frightened that they couldn't even use their wands?" Unable to hold it steady, dozens of people formed a circle back to back. No one actively attacked, only dared to defend passively.

"

"You guys think that's a good performance?"

Everyone looked a little embarrassed, because they really showed off to others during the summer vacation.

Snape was silent for a while, took a few quick steps on the podium, and asked abruptly: "Can any of you tell me what is the purpose of studying Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Everyone looks at me and I look at you, I don't know how to answer this question.

After waiting for a while, Snape named a Slytherin student: "Melvin Metcalfe."

A boy stood up, showing a confident look: "Professor, it should be to guard against black magic."

Snape said meanly: "Sit down for me, put your face on the table, and don't let me see your stupid face."

Melvin Metcalf obeyed very obediently.

"Don't tell me you just stood still when I used an antidote to you? That's not black magic." Snape sneered.

"Dean Thomas, you answer."

Dean next to Ron kept pulling Ron's arm, wanting Ron to give him some hints.

But what could Ron know?

Dean seemed to have a heavy waist. The process of standing up lasted ten seconds, and the book was turned over and over by him.

In the end, he said with a heroic look on his face: "I think that if you have excellent grades in this subject, it will be easier to join the Auror office. I heard that Auror's salary is very high..."

"Wow……"

"That's the truth."

"We are already in the fifth grade, and we must consider future work."

Everyone was about to laugh at Dean, but on second thought, it seemed that he was right.

Maybe that was the answer Snape wanted.

Snape didn't know what expression to show, he seemed to be a little annoyed and laughed instead, he let out a "ha", and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly, as if he couldn't suppress the words "Avada Kedavra".

"Dean Thomas, I think you might become an Auror if you eat that book," Snape said.

His face was cold, and he asked instead: "Harry Potter, what do you think?"

Harry said without thinking: "Knock down the enemy faster and faster."

Snape's thin hands stopped shaking, he didn't praise Harry, and he didn't find anyone else on the subject.

"You have learned so much magic, how many of you think you have mastered it? You can use the most appropriate magic to deal with any unexpected situation? Now let you face a Death Eater, who of you has the confidence to say that you can use magic without thinking? The curse makes the Death Eaters unable to resist? Whether it is the Unforgivable Curse or fainting, who has the courage to take action?"

The classroom was even more silent.

Snape looked calm: "So starting this year, I will teach you not only magic, but also how to use magic to fight."

"The fighting club will be reopened, but it's not the kind of house-playing game you played in the third grade. After you are almost proficient in magic, in the next semester, I will arrange new enemies for you."

"The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the first thing you have to learn is... to keep your mouth shut."

The little lion and the little snakes looked puzzled, but they didn't speak.

With a wave of Snape's wand, everyone noticed something strange in their throats. They opened their mouths and spoke vigorously, but the classroom was extremely quiet. After a while, all the students shouted until their faces turned red from lack of oxygen.

Snape said unhurriedly: "Which of you can use magic now? Any magic."

Harry and Hermione immediately lifted the dumbing spell, and watched Snape's performance quietly. They understood that Snape wanted the students to get used to casting spells silently, so naturally they wouldn't show it deliberately.

Snape became very patient.

After a while, the flustered students calmed down.

They found that the silent spell was not as difficult as they imagined. Many people opened and closed their mouths and recited the spell silently, then waved their wands and successfully used the magic.

Then they looked at Snape slightly smugly.

Snape sneered: "Who told you to open your mouth."

With another wave of the wand, everyone's mouths were tightly shut, stronger than glue.

"No..."

Snape said: "Does your opponent still wait for you to open your mouth to chant a spell? The process of casting a spell is to use your brains to think, not your mouth to speak. When you cast a spell, don't say the spell aloud. This unexpected effect will Let you have a chance ahead of your opponents. In many cases, this often represents the right to survive. Of course, not all wizards can do this, because it requires strong concentration and willpower. If half of you can reach the passing level in my mind before the end of the fifth grade, I will be satisfied..."

The students tried their best to release the magic without chanting the spell with grim faces, while listening to Snape's continuous ridicule in their ears.

Malfoy was the only one who used the Levitation Charm until get out of class was over.

Snape waved his wand and lifted everyone's dumb curse.

Everyone opened their mouths and exhaled heavily. For the first time, they felt that not opening their mouths and chanting a spell was worse than killing them.

"Continue to the next class. You'd better practice each magic tens of thousands of times outside of class."

Snape saw everyone's displeased expressions, and for some reason, he reminded with a kind face: "I should let you know one thing. During the summer vacation, a wizard applied to Dumbledore for Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor. Her teaching concept is completely different from mine. What I hope is practical application. She hopes that this course will only focus on theory and return to textbooks. It is best that you don’t even touch the magic wand.”

"Professor, where is she?" A student asked impatiently.

Snape glanced at him, not angry, but a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "She's dead."

"..."

The students exchanged a regretful look.

My God, there is such a perfect teacher, who is completely anxious about what the students want and thinks about what the students think.

But why did he die, alas, what a pity.

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