Chapter 528 Snape's Defense Lesson

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Maca's rune lesson.

In the corridor, Harry and Ron walked side by side, following the flow of people to the second floor. They didn't take Ancient Runes, so they couldn't accompany Hermione when they had their own classes.

Oh... Ron seemed to be a little emotional when he heard this, Although Maca's class is always very interesting, the disadvantage is that there are too many homework! Seriously, can't he lighten the burden on the students?

We didn't take the rune class, so don't worry about it for others, Harry shook his head and said, I think we have to worry about the next class—I really didn't expect it, it would have been But it's my favorite class!

Yeah! Ron sighed, Umbridge first, brought us a bad mood for most of the school year. I thought it was a good thing that she left, but I never thought that Snape would come again...

Oh! I really don't understand, how did Maca get along with Snape? Harry said annoyed.

Maybe, as Maca said, Snape is not as bad as we imagined? Ron thought for a while, and quickly dismissed the idea, No, how is it possible?

Hey. Harry laughed dryly, Did Maca say that?

I don't know, I can't remember, Ron shrugged. I just think Maca would probably say that.

While the two were grumbling to each other, the crowd flocking to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom had quickly moved outside the familiar door. But at this moment, with a soft squeak, the teacher's door was opened from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, that big bat-like figure came out of the door Shi Shiran and stood still in the corridor.

It was Snape, his hair still looking greasy as if it had never been washed, hanging down the sides of his head, barely covering his face. His jet-black hair made his sallow face even more gloomy. The moment his indifferent eyes swept across the crowd, everyone seemed to feel a chill.

Come in.

Snape glanced at them, then suddenly turned and went back into the classroom, turning so hard that his black robe swished away, as if he had transformed into a real giant bat for a second.

Yes, that's right, the kind that sucks human blood!

One of his ancestors must have been a vampire! Ron muttered in a very small voice, leaning next to Harry.

I don't think that's unusual. I heard from Hermione that in the past Hogwarts really had a history of vampires serving as professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry blinked. Compared to that, I want to say —Snape can't wait!

What? Ron asked suspiciously.

I mean Snape, Harry whispered, I heard that he has been thinking about being a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for a long time, and it seems that he planned to apply for this class from the beginning.

If you want to chat, I can let you chat enough in my office tonight! Snape knew somehow, and he stepped out of the classroom door again, giving them both a hard look.

It's not time for class yet! Harry replied subconsciously, which made Ron give him a quick wink, signaling him not to be so impulsive.

But before the words were finished, a burst of magic bells suddenly rang through the entire Hogwarts castle, turning the anger on Snape's face into a mockery and sneer again.

It's here now. He snorted and said, Still outside the classroom? Well done... 5 points deducted!

It's your fault! Harry retorted loudly, stiffening his neck.

5 points deducted for each person.

Snape added with a sneer before entering the classroom again. Ron knew he couldn't stay here anymore, so he just pulled Harry to follow him in - let him fight Snape,

I'm afraid I'm really going to spend most of the night in that guy's office tonight!

As soon as they entered the classroom, Harry and Ron discovered that Snape had branded his distinctive marks here.

The originally well-lit windows were tightly covered by thick curtains, preventing any natural light from coming in. In the classroom, only the small candles lit by magic were emitting a faint light, making this place as gloomy and drowsy as the previous potions classroom.

Unlike the potions classrooms in the past, there are also several portraits hung here, but those portraits obviously also have a strong Snape style.

Most of the people in the paintings are people, but they all seem to be suffering terrible torture, showing their pain to people with distorted limbs and hideous expressions. Some of the people in the paintings are screaming and screaming silently, some are curled up, some are festering half of their bodies, and some are even hard to tell apart.

It can be said that these pictures themselves are restricted, and I don't know how Snape dared to hang them up - does Professor McGonagall know about this?

Oops!

Ron and Harry merged into the students standing in the middle of the classroom with some hesitation, but at the next moment, Ron frowned as if suddenly thinking of something, and let out a low cry.

What's the matter? Harry looked at Snape first, but found that he wasn't looking this way, so he turned to Ron beside him and asked.

Hermione! Ron said emphatically, lowering his voice, Hermione hasn't come yet - how could she be late?

Oops! When Harry heard this, he immediately felt very bad.

But at this moment, a person rushed in at the door. Harry and Ron hurriedly looked up, and they knew before they saw the face of the person that it was Hermione. If I had to explain it, it would be her disheveled brown hair. Apart from Hermione, there was no other girl in Hogwarts who didn't care about appearance like her.

Hmph, late? Snape turned his head, tsk-tsk, Nice job, Miss Know-It-All. You thought...

He habitually wanted to say a few words of sarcasm, and he could also give some punishment by the way, so that his mood would become even better. But after seeing the textbook Hermione was holding on his chest, he snorted softly again.

Professor McLean finished class a little late today... Hermione stood at the door and explained.

As she spoke, she frowned and stared at the portrait on the classroom wall for a few moments, feeling a little annoyed in her heart.

For Hermione, those portraits were too much to hang on any wall in the world, let alone in a Hogwarts classroom.

Go and stand over there, it's time for class! Snape waved his hands angrily, and the sleeve of the wizard robe twitched in the air.

Here, although Hermione really wanted to say a few words about the portrait on the wall, when she thought about the conversation with Maca after class just now, she could only suppress the restlessness in her heart.

In the last class, Maca didn't procrastinate - he never did that in class. The reason why Hermione was late was only because she took the initiative to ask Maca for a few words.

Of course, what she asked was about Snape, and by the way, what Maca had asked her to do during the time-traveling period. That day Snape broke into her house late at night and guarded her for half the night, the reason for that incident is still a mystery to this day.

As smart as Hermione, she immediately thought of Voldemort and Grinwald, but because the process of that matter was too complicated, even if she was involved in one of the links, she still had no clue.

It's just that Maca didn't give a clear enough explanation when she was hospitalized in St. Mungo's, so she found another opportunity to ask clearly.

However, Maca still didn't tell the whole story just now, what Hermione learned from him this time was only part of the inside story about Snape. That included the past between Snape and Harry's mother, as well as the situation of Snape's younger sister Tia.

So now, when Hermione saw Snape himself, there was a rather complicated emotion in her heart.

Hermione, Maca delayed class?

Seeing that Hermione came to them safely, Ron and Harry were relieved at the same time, and then Harry asked casually.

Hmm... Hermione's mind was pulled back to reality by his words, she hesitated for a moment, but nodded, Yes... yes!

Perhaps subconsciously, she felt that she shouldn't tell Harry the conversation with Maca just now, after all, even if she wanted to talk, she didn't know where to start—starting with Harry's mother's scandal? Do not be silly!

While answering, she stuffed the magic text textbook in her arms into the bulging schoolbag, flipped through it, and took out another thick magic book.

...Put that book away. No one knew exactly how Snape developed his eyesight. I don't need half-baked books like that in my Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

What Hermione took out was the book Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense. This book has been the most commonly used textbook in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class since the first grade. There is no professor other than Umbridge who has not used it. It contains many useful defensive spells, and also introduces a large number of dark creatures. It is indeed a rich and reliable book.

But Snape said it was a half book.

Before the class officially starts, I think it is necessary to say a few words to you, Snape stood in front of the classroom with a blunt tone, so in the future, I hope you can concentrate and don't miss what I said every word of it—because I'll only say it once!

Speaking of this, he paused for a while, his cold black eyes swept over everyone's face one by one, bringing inexplicable pressure to everyone.