Chapter 513 Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts Lesson
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 513 Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts Lesson
Everyone was full of praise for Horace Slughorn's teaching style. Even though Neville caused six riots in his class and burned three cauldrons, he did not take any punitive measures... Especially in comparison with Snape, it is more satisfying.
Of course, this is also why Harry and the others are aware of the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts class... It will never be easy for them.
After lunch on Thursday, the Gryffindor students reluctantly left the auditorium and moved towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom step by step with difficulty.
They didn't come outside the classroom door until the class bell rang.
"It's unlucky! I miss Gerald Lockhart a little now. Compared to the current situation... he is also a good choice!" Ron said nervously touching his red hair.
Under the influence of [hair restorer], Ron and Hermione's hair has returned to its original shape.
Hermione was also very anxious. She flipped through the books about Defense Against the Dark Arts that she borrowed from the library over and over again, as if she was trying to find some answers from them.
But Harry felt that Hermione didn't have to worry so much, Snape wouldn't make things difficult for her at all.
Calling Hermione to answer the question was impossible.
Because Snape would never do anything that might make Gryffindor students stand out, not to mention that he had a better target... Harry himself.
It's a pity that McGuffin wasn't there... otherwise he could have shared some of Snape's anger for himself.
Although I feel sorry for Albert for thinking this way, Harry has never prayed so much for McGuffin to get better soon.
At this moment, the classroom door opened, and Snape came into the corridor.
His sallow complexion, greasy black hair, eyes that shone coldly when he saw himself... This old bat is no different from before.
Harry groaned with his head down.
The student immediately fell into a deathly silence.
They didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of attracting the old bat's attention.
"Come in," Snape said.
Walking into the classroom, Harry immediately felt a chill.
Snape had apparently turned it into another 'Potions classroom'.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and the place was as dark as a basement, only candles everywhere... emitting a faint green light, flickering.
Since this was a Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Snape couldn't put his creepy, solution-soaked living specimens here, so the guy managed to get something similar, and even more representative of his style, to hang on the wall.
Large, lifelike drawings... flickering in and out of flickering candlelight.
It's all vivisection, evil witchcraft, dark monsters, stuff like that.
Very fucked up, horrible, frightening.
There are many pictures of suffering people... wizards are hurt by spells, and their faces are very grim; there are also some torn, bloody, twitching wounds; distorted human body deformation; various monsters werewolves, vampires, basilisks, dementors...even the bloody, skinned living corpses that Harry and the others have experienced and faced...
There are pictures on the walls.
Some of these pictures are drawn with simple black and white lines, some are more detailed, and some have been casted by magic, which is very vivid and very real...It makes people feel extremely scary and disgusting.
Harry could even smell a bloody and putrid smell from some of the pictures, such as the scroll picture of a disembowelled corpse hanging on the wall next to him, by the faint candlelight in the classroom...
He saw the corpse in the picture being dug open... the viscera were exposed, and the mutated, hairy, green, rotten internal organs were still trembling slightly...
--vomit!
Neville was the first to retch.
Then the students in the classroom began to retch one after another, retching continuously.
Everyone is going to spit it out.
Harry was even more uncomfortable. After all, he, Hermione, and Ron had personally experienced these things more than once, and those images are still deeply imprinted in their hearts... Stimulated by this, real memories began to churn in their minds, constantly stimulating their senses... All kinds of seemingly real feelings slowly flowed between the mouth, nose, and cavity.
The students hurriedly sat down, no one said a word, they could only try to focus themselves...to Snape's unappetizing sallow face.
For fear of seeing the eerie pictures on the surrounding walls.
Snape closed the classroom door, walked behind the podium, faced the whole class, scanned them, and lingered on Harry for a long time.
"I think you all know what kind of person I am..."
"The next words, I hope you will concentrate and keep them in mind... Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to follow my lessons."
Snape stepped off the podium, his voice low and indifferent, like the sound of knocking echoing in a dark tunnel.
"Currently, you have experienced three Defense Against the Dark Arts professors."
"...a first-year dark wizard, a megalomaniac liar, and a werewolf..."
When Harry heard Snape scorning Lupine Remus, his favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, as a werewolf, a surge of anger surged in his heart,
He clenched his fists under the table and stared at Snape viciously.
Maybe I noticed something...
"Potter!"
Snape turned suddenly, looking down at the scar on Harry's forehead, and called Harry's name.
"To be honest, I'm surprised... between you and these 'extraordinary' professors, you have such an unusual relationship. You can still sit here with your whole body and tail, it's almost like drinking a bottle of [Felix Elixir] every morning."
Snape chuckled, and the sound was as piercing as fingernails on a blackboard, sending Harry's goosebumps down the floor.
"Of course, I don't deny... these unlucky people who have personally demonstrated to you how to use it, and have been attacked by various black magic... Maybe it is indeed very likely that you will be able to increase your vigilance against black magic and improve your ability to practice spells..."
"But, I am different from them..."
Snape walked up and down the room, his voice deepening.
In order to be able to hear his lecture... and in order not to make the old bat notice him, all the students in the classroom were like stone statues without any movement, except for breathing... Only Snape's lecture was left in the classroom.
"Dark magic," said Snape, "is of all kinds, of many kinds, of variety... there is no end to it. Wrestling with them is like fighting a monster with many heads. When one head is cut off, a new head pops up immediately, fiercer and more cunning than the original one. You can kill a dark wizard at a time... or drive away a dementor or two, or luckily slay a basilisk (he glanced at Harry)... But these are only the carriers of dark magic, but there are Shaped body."
"...As long as you live in this magical world, as a wizard, one day you will encounter all kinds of incredible, unheard of malicious and cruel black magic...the dark priest curse in the Southeast Asian jungle, the unknown blood-sucking mutant monster in the Amazon secret realm..."
"...Even when you are traveling in England, you may meet that kind of old witch in a remote mountain village...the kind of guy who has no formal training, relying on this evil magic book...you can never predict what kind of black magic they will use."
Snape bent down and rolled up a section of his trousers, exposing his right calf.
There was a black scorched scar like a skeleton claw on it, which shriveled and wrinkled his skin...
Harry took a deep breath. He was originally very dissatisfied with Snape's adoring...even loving tone when he talked about the dark arts.
But now he was caught by this scene tightly.
Not only him, everyone was staring at the black spot on Snape's calf.
"This scar is from a dying Muggle I met in an old house in a certain suburb of London..."
"Muggle!" Seamus cried in disbelief, and after Snape gave him a cold look, he immediately covered his mouth.
"Well, it can be said to be Muggles, or it can be said to be those wild wizards who are outside the scope of Hogwarts' enrollment... Wandering wizards, the crooks who live between the wizarding world and the Muggle society, they have not been trained in the modern magic system, but they have a little magic power. The magic they can learn is both ridiculous and dangerous. These guys are like sewer rats that can never be eradicated..."
Snape said with extreme disgust, "However, these wild wizards have only relied on their own talents, or occasionally found an ancient magic book to find out a spell or two... to fool the Muggles, almost a large part of wizard legends in the Muggle society come from these guys... But don't underestimate these guys... Look at this scar of mine, it is the price of negligence when I was young..."
Snape put down his trouser legs with some displeasure, "Professor Dumbledore told you to look at this thing, I hope you can understand the threat of black magic, an intangible thing that can never disappear and be destroyed."
"Of course, I'm skeptical. I doubt a few of you realize that..."
He changed the subject and said, "In short, even wizards who are far inferior to yours can pose a fatal threat to you if you don't pay attention."
"So... this semester, I'm going to teach you this class in two parts."
"One, before the end of October. I will briefly and briefly summarize all possible...encounters in the UK and Europe today, threatening dark creatures and black magic spells, and explain them to you one by one. Of course, I don't require you to have a certain level of resistance...It will be too difficult for you. You just need to be able to know what you are facing in the first place, and then don't just stay there in a daze."
"What, what else can you teach?" Ron blurted out and asked.
Harry knew why Ron was reacting that way, and he could understand it.
Because according to Snape, his teaching method must mean a lot of homework papers, which will be assigned.
And according to the situation, it is not a simple one or two assignments, but a large number of papers... maybe there will be a written exam.
The homework assigned by Snape, this situation... It's chilling to think about!
No wonder Ron was in such a hurry. Harry looked at Neville next to him. The poor kid was sweating profusely, and he didn't dare to refute Snape... Now he was almost passed out.
But obviously Ron's outrageous behavior had offended Snape.
"What can I teach you?...It should be what you can learn!"
"Just like you... Ron Weasley, your barren brain only needs to know the danger, and then direct your two legs to run quickly. I have only one request for you... to save your own life..." Snape sneered.
"Of course, after finishing this, I will go to the next step...to improve your defense level. To teach you some really useful spellcasting skills...not some stupid, empty, almost child-level spellcasting..."
"Okay, who knows... But when you face a threat, what do you do? How do you act?... Only then can you survive, and even turn it into victory. For example..."
Snape raised his voice slightly, then pointed his finger at the almost ghastly drawing on the wall,
"For example...how are you going to deal with the Cruciatus Curse (he waved his finger at a witch who was obviously screaming in pain, Neville shuddered, and his stool was shaken and trembled), 'Dementor' (a terrifying figure in a black robe, but Snape frowned tightly when he said it, and he remembered that the dementors in the entire England seemed to be wiped out by that little lunatic McGuffin in the accident last semester)..."
After Snape coughed twice, he quickly pointed to the last dead body lying flat on the ground. The background of that painting was completely green, glowing with green light, which was very strange. That painting seemed to have magical powers. Although it looked the most ordinary among many paintings, it was the most frightening.
He also said, "...what should you do when you are faced with a wizard casting a 'killing curse' on you, in order to survive..."
"Oh! By the way, according to your level..."
"Who knows what the 'Death Curse' is... Well, does any of you know what the Three Unforgivable Curses are?"
Seeing the confused expressions on the faces of some students, Snape curled his lips in disdain, and then asked sneeringly.
Hermione held her hand high.
Snape didn't seem to notice, his eyes were fixed on Harry.
"Neville Longbottom... tell me, what is the Cruciatus Curse!"
Surprisingly, Snape didn't call for Harry to answer.
Truth be told, Harry did know all three spells, too.
[Soul Imperius Curse] This kind of spell that controls people's mind will not be mentioned. He has tried this spell more than once, and his friend McGuffin can also use this evil spell.
Harry never said that to anyone.
[Cruciatus Curse] This tormenting curse, Hermione was tortured by those Death Eaters with this curse last semester.
As for the [Death Curse], Harry touched the scar on his forehead... He knew this thing best.
When Harry was lost in memory, Neville had already explained what the Cruciatus Curse was.
The round-faced Neville Longbottom stared at Snape firmly. Although he was trembling and was very afraid of Snape...but he still answered this question flawlessly like a soldier.
Then Snape reinterpreted the three unforgivable spells in the wizarding world with great disappointment.
Neville's answer, this guy just pretended he didn't hear it, and he didn't give Gryffindor five or six points like other professors at all.
After that, Snape asked the question again,
——In the face of Death Eater attacks, when they cast spells... what do they need most!
(End of this chapter)
Everyone was full of praise for Horace Slughorn's teaching style. Even though Neville caused six riots in his class and burned three cauldrons, he did not take any punitive measures... Especially in comparison with Snape, it is more satisfying.
Of course, this is also why Harry and the others are aware of the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts class... It will never be easy for them.
After lunch on Thursday, the Gryffindor students reluctantly left the auditorium and moved towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom step by step with difficulty.
They didn't come outside the classroom door until the class bell rang.
"It's unlucky! I miss Gerald Lockhart a little now. Compared to the current situation... he is also a good choice!" Ron said nervously touching his red hair.
Under the influence of [hair restorer], Ron and Hermione's hair has returned to its original shape.
Hermione was also very anxious. She flipped through the books about Defense Against the Dark Arts that she borrowed from the library over and over again, as if she was trying to find some answers from them.
But Harry felt that Hermione didn't have to worry so much, Snape wouldn't make things difficult for her at all.
Calling Hermione to answer the question was impossible.
Because Snape would never do anything that might make Gryffindor students stand out, not to mention that he had a better target... Harry himself.
It's a pity that McGuffin wasn't there... otherwise he could have shared some of Snape's anger for himself.
Although I feel sorry for Albert for thinking this way, Harry has never prayed so much for McGuffin to get better soon.
At this moment, the classroom door opened, and Snape came into the corridor.
His sallow complexion, greasy black hair, eyes that shone coldly when he saw himself... This old bat is no different from before.
Harry groaned with his head down.
The student immediately fell into a deathly silence.
They didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of attracting the old bat's attention.
"Come in," Snape said.
Walking into the classroom, Harry immediately felt a chill.
Snape had apparently turned it into another 'Potions classroom'.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and the place was as dark as a basement, only candles everywhere... emitting a faint green light, flickering.
Since this was a Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Snape couldn't put his creepy, solution-soaked living specimens here, so the guy managed to get something similar, and even more representative of his style, to hang on the wall.
Large, lifelike drawings... flickering in and out of flickering candlelight.
It's all vivisection, evil witchcraft, dark monsters, stuff like that.
Very fucked up, horrible, frightening.
There are many pictures of suffering people... wizards are hurt by spells, and their faces are very grim; there are also some torn, bloody, twitching wounds; distorted human body deformation; various monsters werewolves, vampires, basilisks, dementors...even the bloody, skinned living corpses that Harry and the others have experienced and faced...
There are pictures on the walls.
Some of these pictures are drawn with simple black and white lines, some are more detailed, and some have been casted by magic, which is very vivid and very real...It makes people feel extremely scary and disgusting.
Harry could even smell a bloody and putrid smell from some of the pictures, such as the scroll picture of a disembowelled corpse hanging on the wall next to him, by the faint candlelight in the classroom...
He saw the corpse in the picture being dug open... the viscera were exposed, and the mutated, hairy, green, rotten internal organs were still trembling slightly...
--vomit!
Neville was the first to retch.
Then the students in the classroom began to retch one after another, retching continuously.
Everyone is going to spit it out.
Harry was even more uncomfortable. After all, he, Hermione, and Ron had personally experienced these things more than once, and those images are still deeply imprinted in their hearts... Stimulated by this, real memories began to churn in their minds, constantly stimulating their senses... All kinds of seemingly real feelings slowly flowed between the mouth, nose, and cavity.
The students hurriedly sat down, no one said a word, they could only try to focus themselves...to Snape's unappetizing sallow face.
For fear of seeing the eerie pictures on the surrounding walls.
Snape closed the classroom door, walked behind the podium, faced the whole class, scanned them, and lingered on Harry for a long time.
"I think you all know what kind of person I am..."
"The next words, I hope you will concentrate and keep them in mind... Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to follow my lessons."
Snape stepped off the podium, his voice low and indifferent, like the sound of knocking echoing in a dark tunnel.
"Currently, you have experienced three Defense Against the Dark Arts professors."
"...a first-year dark wizard, a megalomaniac liar, and a werewolf..."
When Harry heard Snape scorning Lupine Remus, his favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, as a werewolf, a surge of anger surged in his heart,
He clenched his fists under the table and stared at Snape viciously.
Maybe I noticed something...
"Potter!"
Snape turned suddenly, looking down at the scar on Harry's forehead, and called Harry's name.
"To be honest, I'm surprised... between you and these 'extraordinary' professors, you have such an unusual relationship. You can still sit here with your whole body and tail, it's almost like drinking a bottle of [Felix Elixir] every morning."
Snape chuckled, and the sound was as piercing as fingernails on a blackboard, sending Harry's goosebumps down the floor.
"Of course, I don't deny... these unlucky people who have personally demonstrated to you how to use it, and have been attacked by various black magic... Maybe it is indeed very likely that you will be able to increase your vigilance against black magic and improve your ability to practice spells..."
"But, I am different from them..."
Snape walked up and down the room, his voice deepening.
In order to be able to hear his lecture... and in order not to make the old bat notice him, all the students in the classroom were like stone statues without any movement, except for breathing... Only Snape's lecture was left in the classroom.
"Dark magic," said Snape, "is of all kinds, of many kinds, of variety... there is no end to it. Wrestling with them is like fighting a monster with many heads. When one head is cut off, a new head pops up immediately, fiercer and more cunning than the original one. You can kill a dark wizard at a time... or drive away a dementor or two, or luckily slay a basilisk (he glanced at Harry)... But these are only the carriers of dark magic, but there are Shaped body."
"...As long as you live in this magical world, as a wizard, one day you will encounter all kinds of incredible, unheard of malicious and cruel black magic...the dark priest curse in the Southeast Asian jungle, the unknown blood-sucking mutant monster in the Amazon secret realm..."
"...Even when you are traveling in England, you may meet that kind of old witch in a remote mountain village...the kind of guy who has no formal training, relying on this evil magic book...you can never predict what kind of black magic they will use."
Snape bent down and rolled up a section of his trousers, exposing his right calf.
There was a black scorched scar like a skeleton claw on it, which shriveled and wrinkled his skin...
Harry took a deep breath. He was originally very dissatisfied with Snape's adoring...even loving tone when he talked about the dark arts.
But now he was caught by this scene tightly.
Not only him, everyone was staring at the black spot on Snape's calf.
"This scar is from a dying Muggle I met in an old house in a certain suburb of London..."
"Muggle!" Seamus cried in disbelief, and after Snape gave him a cold look, he immediately covered his mouth.
"Well, it can be said to be Muggles, or it can be said to be those wild wizards who are outside the scope of Hogwarts' enrollment... Wandering wizards, the crooks who live between the wizarding world and the Muggle society, they have not been trained in the modern magic system, but they have a little magic power. The magic they can learn is both ridiculous and dangerous. These guys are like sewer rats that can never be eradicated..."
Snape said with extreme disgust, "However, these wild wizards have only relied on their own talents, or occasionally found an ancient magic book to find out a spell or two... to fool the Muggles, almost a large part of wizard legends in the Muggle society come from these guys... But don't underestimate these guys... Look at this scar of mine, it is the price of negligence when I was young..."
Snape put down his trouser legs with some displeasure, "Professor Dumbledore told you to look at this thing, I hope you can understand the threat of black magic, an intangible thing that can never disappear and be destroyed."
"Of course, I'm skeptical. I doubt a few of you realize that..."
He changed the subject and said, "In short, even wizards who are far inferior to yours can pose a fatal threat to you if you don't pay attention."
"So... this semester, I'm going to teach you this class in two parts."
"One, before the end of October. I will briefly and briefly summarize all possible...encounters in the UK and Europe today, threatening dark creatures and black magic spells, and explain them to you one by one. Of course, I don't require you to have a certain level of resistance...It will be too difficult for you. You just need to be able to know what you are facing in the first place, and then don't just stay there in a daze."
"What, what else can you teach?" Ron blurted out and asked.
Harry knew why Ron was reacting that way, and he could understand it.
Because according to Snape, his teaching method must mean a lot of homework papers, which will be assigned.
And according to the situation, it is not a simple one or two assignments, but a large number of papers... maybe there will be a written exam.
The homework assigned by Snape, this situation... It's chilling to think about!
No wonder Ron was in such a hurry. Harry looked at Neville next to him. The poor kid was sweating profusely, and he didn't dare to refute Snape... Now he was almost passed out.
But obviously Ron's outrageous behavior had offended Snape.
"What can I teach you?...It should be what you can learn!"
"Just like you... Ron Weasley, your barren brain only needs to know the danger, and then direct your two legs to run quickly. I have only one request for you... to save your own life..." Snape sneered.
"Of course, after finishing this, I will go to the next step...to improve your defense level. To teach you some really useful spellcasting skills...not some stupid, empty, almost child-level spellcasting..."
"Okay, who knows... But when you face a threat, what do you do? How do you act?... Only then can you survive, and even turn it into victory. For example..."
Snape raised his voice slightly, then pointed his finger at the almost ghastly drawing on the wall,
"For example...how are you going to deal with the Cruciatus Curse (he waved his finger at a witch who was obviously screaming in pain, Neville shuddered, and his stool was shaken and trembled), 'Dementor' (a terrifying figure in a black robe, but Snape frowned tightly when he said it, and he remembered that the dementors in the entire England seemed to be wiped out by that little lunatic McGuffin in the accident last semester)..."
After Snape coughed twice, he quickly pointed to the last dead body lying flat on the ground. The background of that painting was completely green, glowing with green light, which was very strange. That painting seemed to have magical powers. Although it looked the most ordinary among many paintings, it was the most frightening.
He also said, "...what should you do when you are faced with a wizard casting a 'killing curse' on you, in order to survive..."
"Oh! By the way, according to your level..."
"Who knows what the 'Death Curse' is... Well, does any of you know what the Three Unforgivable Curses are?"
Seeing the confused expressions on the faces of some students, Snape curled his lips in disdain, and then asked sneeringly.
Hermione held her hand high.
Snape didn't seem to notice, his eyes were fixed on Harry.
"Neville Longbottom... tell me, what is the Cruciatus Curse!"
Surprisingly, Snape didn't call for Harry to answer.
Truth be told, Harry did know all three spells, too.
[Soul Imperius Curse] This kind of spell that controls people's mind will not be mentioned. He has tried this spell more than once, and his friend McGuffin can also use this evil spell.
Harry never said that to anyone.
[Cruciatus Curse] This tormenting curse, Hermione was tortured by those Death Eaters with this curse last semester.
As for the [Death Curse], Harry touched the scar on his forehead... He knew this thing best.
When Harry was lost in memory, Neville had already explained what the Cruciatus Curse was.
The round-faced Neville Longbottom stared at Snape firmly. Although he was trembling and was very afraid of Snape...but he still answered this question flawlessly like a soldier.
Then Snape reinterpreted the three unforgivable spells in the wizarding world with great disappointment.
Neville's answer, this guy just pretended he didn't hear it, and he didn't give Gryffindor five or six points like other professors at all.
After that, Snape asked the question again,
——In the face of Death Eater attacks, when they cast spells... what do they need most!
(End of this chapter)
