Hogwarts: This wizard wants to improve too much

After Christmas, the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the first grade.

Except for the Slytherin students, everyone else present looked dejected.

The weekly Potions class was already a torture, but I didn't expect to have two more Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

According to Snape's current performance, he might go crazy in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class again.

Even if Quirrell didn't teach any knowledge and just read the textbook verbatim, it would be better than being tortured by Snape's class.

Bang!

A muffled sound came from the classroom door.

Snape was the only one in Hogwarts who had this habit.

Snape strode into the classroom, waving his wand again and again, and the windows of the classroom closed one after another.

In an instant, the whole classroom became dark.

Then he pulled down a white cloth that looked like a projection screen. Ethan had never seen Professor Quirrell use it.

Snape walked with a breeze today, which showed that he was in a good mood. Ethan just didn't know whether he would get a raise.

Coming to the podium, Snape's hawk-like eyes swept around the classroom, and then he slowly said:

"Turn to page 137!"

Although Snape had not taught Quirrell much, Snape couldn't start from the beginning. He didn't have enough time.

"Vixen, do you know how to deal with it?"

"Potter!"

As expected, Harry was still called up.

Even Harry himself was used to it. In that potion class, Snape didn't call him up to answer a question, and Harry himself felt something was wrong.

"Vixen Killer, sir!"

Harry just knew this.

When he went to Hagrid's place with Ethan before Christmas, he heard Hagrid complain about the vixen in the vegetable garden, but unfortunately his vixen killer had run out.

Just when Harry was feeling relieved, Snape's words brought him down to the bottom.

"This is Defense Against the Dark Arts. If it was a Potions class, maybe I would have to give Mr. Savior five points."

"But now, Gryffindor will lose ten points, Poter, sit down!"

Harry sat down expressionlessly, and the classmates around him were not surprised.

Hermione did not raise her hand to answer, as she had proved in the previous Potions class that no matter how she raised her hand, Snape would not call on her.

Once, when she was not called on, Hermione stood up on her own initiative to answer. Not only did she not get any points, but she was deducted ten points from Gryffindor and earned a mocking nickname, Miss Know-It-All.

After that, Hermione gave up the idea of ​​earning points from Snape, as long as she could ensure that no points were deducted.

And what Snape said just now about adding five points in Potions, just kidding!

Since the beginning of the school year, no first-year Gryffindor has ever received a point in Potions.House points, not a single point.

"Malfoy, you answer!"

"Professor, use the force to relax and unload, which works for most weak magical animals."

After Draco stood up and finished speaking, he looked at Harry proudly.

There were foxes in his manor, and there were also ghost things like goblins. When he didn't know magic, he saw the gardener expel them, and even asked the gardener to help him catch them and put them in a cage for fun.

When he caught the fox, he used the force to relax and unload.

"Good answer, Slytherin plus ten points!"

"You haven't written it down yet, what are you waiting for?"

Then Snape projected various detailed information about the fox on the white cloth and explained it.

A class is halfway through!

"Next, it's time for you to practice!"

Snape said as he lifted a cage covered with black cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the podium.

And under the gaze of everyone, he lifted the black cloth.

I don't know if it was suddenly frightened, but the things in the cage suddenly flew up, and there was a buzzing sound, causing the cage to shake left and right.

To be honest, this is much better than Quirrell's lecture. Of course, it would be better if he could change his personality.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class mainly teaches how to defend against dark magic and the dangers of magical animals.

It's like Quirrell reading from a book, but not explaining it, and even less practicing it. This class is basically useless.

Fox Charm, XXX gender, humanoid, very small, with two extra arms and two legs, and covered with thick black hair, with wings like beetles, but very thick, curved into an arc, shining, and very sharp teeth with poison.

In addition, this thing has an extraordinary reproductive capacity, and can lay 500 eggs at a time.

Ethan had seen it before while patrolling the Forbidden Forest, and immediately doubted the word Fox Charm. He had only heard of it before, and had a little fantasy before seeing the real thing, but it was shattered after that time.

Not to mention the appearance of a beautiful woman with charming eyebrows and eyes, you can also make a cute appearance, but the result is such an ugly thing.

"Release the force!"

A string of fire suddenly flashed on Snape's wand, accurately hitting the frightened Fox Charm in the cage.

The fox fell down with a snap, as if all the strength had been drained away, and it lay limp and motionless.

"The spell is very simple, concentrate, clarify your goal, and recite the spell clearly..."

Snape said seven or eight points to pay attention to.

"Po Te, come up and cover for everyone!"

As he said this, Snape threw a red light at the fox. The moment it was focused, the fox immediately became lively, but it didn't dare to hit the cage anymore, and instead shrank in a corner of the cage.

As a magical animal, even if it is onlyIt's XXX, the brain is not big, but it still has a good wisdom.

"Yes, Professor!"

Harry stepped forward with a bitter face, and it came again.

He knew that Snape would play with him whenever he had the chance, but it was also his father's fault, alas!

"Relax your force!"

Harry took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and swung his wand hard.

To be honest, with this force, if it hits the foxy girl, it is estimated that she can be beaten half to death.

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"Wrong pronunciation, Gryffindor deducts ten points!"

Snape looked at Harry with disdain. Why is Lily's son like this? He really didn't inherit her talent at all.

Potions are not good, and the current spell level is not good either.

"Professor, I still have a way to deal with it!"

Harry took a deep breath and looked at Snape seriously. []

He kept reminding himself that he was paying off his father's debt.

"Since you have a way, then show it!"

Snape did not drive Harry away directly. He came to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, partly because he really wanted to teach this course.

On the other hand, he wanted Harry to improve his level. After all, Harry would encounter a lot of trouble in the future, and it would not work if he didn't know anything.

"Okay!"

A hint of excitement flashed across Harry's face, and he took out two Beretta 92F pistols from his waist.

The little wizards below were instantly excited. They recognized what this thing was. Only the pure bloods were still a little confused, not knowing what Harry had taken out.

Ethan was dumbfounded. No, Harry, you are serious!

"Take it back, who told you to bring this thing to Hogwarts, Gryffindor will deduct 50 points!"

Snape's veins on his forehead couldn't help beating. His father was a Muggle, so he naturally knew about pistols.

But isn't this thing strictly controlled?

How did Harry get it, and dare to bring it to Hogwarts!

If I could get a pistol at the beginning, I would have shot James and the others to death with one shot.

"Professor, only one shot is enough to kill Vixen!"

Harry tried to argue, he felt that this was much more useful than the wand.

"Go down!"

Snape had a stern face and stared at Harry.

How could he not know that this could kill Vixen with one shot? Even if he was not careful, he would be shot to death with one shot.

And Snape has made up his mind. He will tell Professor McGonagall to take the pistol away, otherwise Harry will cause trouble sooner or later.

The reason why he didn't take it away now is that Snape is afraid that it will stimulate Harry and cause him to fire accidentally. Although he can block it with magic, the students below can't.

"Cassandra, come up and try!"

Being calledCassandra, whose name was Cassandra, stepped forward gracefully.

"Relax the force!"

As the spell ended, the vixen in the cage fell to the ground.

"Slytherin, add ten points!"

Snape announced loudly again, under his efforts.

It can be said that Snape pulled Slytherin's house score from the bottom to the second place completely by his own strength. Only Ravenclaw could hardly find an opportunity to deduct points for him, and the remaining two houses were the hardest hit areas.

Next, Snape selected a few students from each house to come up and try, but there was no more bonus or deduction.

Otherwise, he would have deducted all the points of other houses in one day, and Snape was afraid that other deans would block his office door.

"Longbottom, go!"

It was Gryffindor's turn. Snape could only be the tallest among the short ones. Ron, the guy who took Harry to do his job, didn't like him. Snape had heard of Seamus's reputation. There were few normal little wizards left.

"Strength, strength, loosen up!"

Neville stepped forward tremblingly, closing his eyes and swinging his wand.

Snape suddenly felt his legs go weak, and the whole person knelt down facing all the students.

Is this the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

I'm so stupid, really!

Why did I apply to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

I won't be embarrassed if I don't come to class!

Knowing that Longbottom is a fool, he still let him come up, and he didn't take precautions when he came up!

Hasn't the potion accident at the beginning of the school made me realize what kind of person he is?

Snape wanted to slap himself at this moment.

"Ten points deducted from Gryffindor!"

Snape roared hoarsely, and untied himself from the force release.

It can only be said that Neville's magic is not good enough. If he is more skilled, it will not only be the lack of strength in his legs. Snape had to lie down and could not even lift his wand.

At that time, the students naturally could not release him, and could only carry him to the school hospital. From the classroom to the school hospital, how many people would see him? This is the real social death.

Neville looked at Snape carefully, and then walked back to his seat with a frustrated face.

Sure enough, he had no talent.

But when Neville sat down, he suddenly found that everyone looked at him as if he were a hero.

Especially the Gryffindors, the appreciation, encouragement, and recognition in their eyes were something he had never seen before.

However, Snape learned his lesson this time, so he took a few steps back and held the wand tightly in his hand.

His eyes swept over the little lions of Gryffindor. He knew that if he couldn't control the situation after this precedent, there would be more such things in the future.

As for whether it was intentional or accidental, hehe, it can only be said that it was intentional and careless!

Snape knew Gryffindor very well.

Fortunately, the nextNothing happened. When the class was over, Snape left in a hurry after the homework was assigned.