Chapter 476

Outside the box, Crabbe and Goyle were slumped in the aisle, like two puddles of mud; inside the box, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson squatted in a corner with their hands on their heads, becoming the laughing stock of the prefects.

Cedric continued to talk about the precautions for prefects in the new semester, and the prefects of each college listened carefully.

At this moment, everyone understood one thing. No matter whether the mysterious man came back or not, and no matter what the Ministry of Magic said about Dumbledore, as long as Ada was still in school, students like them would not be able to make any splash.

Draco Malfoy has already tried this by himself and successfully set an example for everyone.

As the train headed north, the weather changed. Raindrops hit the car window one after another, and then the sun lazily poked its face out, and soon the clouds passed by and covered it again.

The rain made the car windows dirty, and Ada kept looking at the blurry scenery outside. She thought nothing of this prefects meeting.

A year ago, she was in this box calling on everyone to unite and not to lose their face outside. A year later, still in this private room, she only felt that she was a little "cute" at that time.

"Ada, Ada..."

Cedric called softly a few times before calling the distracted Ada back to reality. He continued: "I've finished talking. Is there anything else you want to emphasize?"

"No, that's it. Let's dismiss the meeting." Ada said, then stood up and walked out of the prefect's box first. The prefects followed her lead and left.

The collective movement of everyone made the box into a mess. In the chaos, no one knew who reached out and pushed Malfoy, pushing the squatting Master Malfoy onto his buttocks.

Pansy Parkinson, who was next to him, didn't run away either, but also fell on his back. Compared with the two of them, Crabbe and Goyle outside the door were even worse. Their bodies were covered with the shoe marks of the prefects.

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After searching for several carriages, Ada found the twins' box, and everyone was there.

The twins and Lee Jordan were chatting about business, occasionally writing something on a small piece of paper with dense handwriting; Angelina and Alia were reading a magazine called The Quibbler.

Ada also subscribed to this magazine, but she read it as a joke book. She didn't believe even a single punctuation mark in the magazine.

For example, the issue Angelina and Alia are reading has a poorly drawn cartoon of Cornelius Fudge on the cover, holding a bag of gold in one hand and squeezing a goblin in the other. neck.

The caption on the comic reads: How close is Fudge to taking over Gringotts?

It's outrageous. Although Fudge is a complete idiot and idiot, Ada is very sure that the minister will not drown the goblins or make them into goblin pies as the magazine said.

Ada sat next to Angelina, resting her head on her shoulder and said, "I think we may have to be active a lot in the new school year."

"What activity?" Alia asked, "Dawn? Did you discover something else?"

The twins and Lee Jordan also stopped their discussion and looked at Ada, waiting for Ada to continue.

"Wilbert Slinka, he is a pacifist." Ada said, "He advocates using peaceful methods to resolve conflicts, such as negotiation. He opposes the use of offensive spells, even for defensive purposes. In other words, in his opinion, even if it's 'fire and heat', it's still a very evil spell."

The other five people in the box opened their mouths in unison. When did the pimple curse become an evil curse!

"Is it so exaggerated?" Angelina asked, "Have you read all of "Magic Defense Theory"? How does it feel?"

Ada closed her eyes, a look of pain on her face, as if the book had caused her great harm.

She said: "I have read it before, and at that time I thought Mr. Slinka was amazing. This time I read it again, fearing that my memory would be different, and the result..."

As if she didn't want to recall this painful memory, Ada covered her face with sad hands.

"There isn't a single spell written in this book, right?" Lee Jordan asked, "Probably not. In that case, what are we doing in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, reading the text aloud?"

Then, Ada nodded under the incredulous gazes of everyone.

That book is full of theories and Mr. Slinka’s unrealistic illusions about peace.

Everyone was stunned, they couldn't even imagine it.

When Death Eaters or dark wizards attack them, they hold up the "Magical Defense Theory" and ask the other party to sit down and have a peace consultation with themselves, a negotiation...

How can this be! The Death Eaters would just treat them like fools and easily send them to Merlin.

Although Voldemort is hiding during this holiday, he will not hide forever. Sooner or later he will come out and start a new round of war. What will we do then? Do we really need to use this book to negotiate?

Every child knows that if you can't win on the battlefield, you don't even have the right to go to the negotiating table. Voldemort will only regard everyone as a lamb to be slaughtered and slaughter them at will.

Even if Voldemort is not mentioned, seventh grade students are about to face the ultimate wizard level exam.

The written test was fine, but what about the practical test? Go up and recite a passage from "Magical Defense Theory" to the examiner?

Hogwarts is not the Scottish branch of Deyun Society, and the wizards are not talking about cross talk.

"Is Dumbledore really too old and confused?" Fred asked doubtfully, "This is the professor he found after all the hard work?"

George also said: "Will Defense Against the Dark Arts become like the History of Magic in the future? Isn't the new professor also a ghost?"

After all, the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is really difficult to recruit. The professors from the first three years were all dead (Foley, Cecil, Quirrell), the remaining one was imprisoned in Azkaban (Lockhart), and the other was locked in a box for nine months (Moody) , only Remus Lupine is stronger.

Under such circumstances, who would dare to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts? Living people probably don’t dare to do it anymore, only dead people do.

"During the holidays, I met Professor Dumbledore several times," Ada said. "I talked to him a lot."

Ada, who was talking with her eyes closed, didn't notice that when she mentioned that she had met Dumbledore several times, the twins secretly exchanged glances.

"I am very sure that his mind is very clear and not confused at all." Ada Jiuxue said, "Now, my only thought is that this book is the teaching material designated by the idiots at the Ministry of Magic, not the new black magic The choice of defense professor.”

If it was really the new professor who chose "Magic Defense Theory" on his own, Ada would like to recommend that the professor go to St. Mungo's to have his brain checked, or go to Azkaban for further training.

It's not that Ada doesn't know how to respect people, or that she is arrogant, but Wilbert Slinka's "Magical Defense Theory" is really not suitable to be a Hogwarts textbook.

It's more suited to the Azkaban School of Continuing Education.

Only when the executioners of Azkaban agree with the content of this book and put down their butcher knives will Ada give some recognition to "Magical Defense Theory".

As night fell, the lights in the box came on, and the majestic castle of Hogwarts could be seen in the distance. Everyone also took turns changing into school robes.

As a rule of thumb, the train will soon slow down. Sure enough, after turning a corner, the train slowly slowed down.

There was a lot of noise outside the box, because everyone was busy gathering their luggage and pets together and preparing to get off.

When the train stopped at the dark Hogsmeade Station, Ada and others walked out of the box and joined the flow of people in the aisle. Still no one dared to compete with Ada, but this time the students hid further.

Taking advantage of this convenience, Ada and others stepped out of the carriage for the first time, feeling the stinging sensation of the night air blowing on their faces.

Hagrid's rough voice did not ring out on the dark platform, nor did he hear the words "Freshmen, come here...Freshmen...".

It was replaced by a crisp female voice, shouting loudly: "First-year students, please come up here and line up! All first-year students, follow me!"

Walking through the dark, rain-washed street outside the station, Ada boarded the carriage headed for the castle.