Chapter 73 Grover Cecil

On the morning of September 3rd, the sky over Hogwarts was shrouded in owls. Countless owls were lingering around the campus, and the letters they carried were not for the students who had just returned to school.

In the auditorium, the confused students were chattering about the reason why the school was occupied by owls. However, after a long discussion, no one came up with a definite result. Everyone just wondered whether it might be related to the new professor.

The first class of the new semester is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. Transfiguration class is a very difficult subject. Putting this course as the first class of the semester is really a disaster for the students.

In the first grade, Ada and the others learned about the transformation of objects, but today their transformation object was a beetle, and they needed to turn the beetle into a button.

Last year's homework seemed to have been cleared from the students' minds, which made today's Transfiguration class particularly difficult. Professor McGonagall walked around the classroom with a straight face. The students' behavior really made her anxious.

They either pointed the beetles around with their wands, or stabbed them to death with too much force. Some angry students even slapped the beetles to death. The beetles were consumed quickly and their carcasses were scattered throughout the classroom.

You are the worst class I have ever taught! Professor McGonagall roared in her heart.

Professor McGonagall wanted to see Ada. She was in urgent need of comfort, otherwise she was afraid that she would not be able to help but shoot all the students here to death.

As soon as she walked behind Ada, she saw George, who was sitting next to Ada, lighting his beetle directly on fire with his wand. A small plume of black smoke rose up, and Professor McGonagall's blood pressure soared along with it.

Fortunately, Ada did not disappoint Professor McGonagall. She placed the beetle on the desk, pointed at it with her wand, and whispered the spell. The beetle successfully turned into a delicate button with E. engraved on it. T, which is the first letter of Ada's name.

Bonus points, this has to be a bonus. Seeing Ada's successful spell, Professor McGonagall's blood pressure finally returned to normal, and she was no longer dizzy or dizzy.

In the afternoon, it is Defense Against the Dark Arts. The students come very early. There is a new professor every year. Each professor has his own teaching style. There will always be a professor you are satisfied with.

Grover Cecil, who has just taken office, is still fresh to the students. As long as his performance is not too bad, the students will give him a good review.

In the classroom, Professor Cecil was sitting by the window, smoking a black pipe. The window was open, and the smoke he breathed drifted outside along the open window.

When the class bell rang, Professor Cecil put away his pipe, walked back to the podium and began to take roll call. His voice was a little hoarse, but it didn't sound uncomfortable. Every time he called a student, he would take a closer look at the student through his thick glasses.

After calling the name, he closed the name book with a snap, and Professor Cecil, who was holding the podium with his hand, began his first class.

"I think everyone is curious as to why so many owls suddenly appeared in Hogwarts this morning?" The students under the podium nodded, and Professor Cecil continued, "These owls are here because of me."

Ignoring the students whispering below, Cecil said: "After your parents learned that I became your new professor, they made a serious protest to Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic. They felt that people like me should not appear in school. Instead, he should be locked up in Azkaban for the rest of his life."

These words aroused the curiosity of the students as to why this professor was so hated and wanted to be locked up in the terrible place of Azkaban for the rest of his life.

"Why do you think he was locked up?" Fred asked curiously.

"Maybe he is a dark wizard?" Ada whispered her guess, "Maybe he is a madman."

Professor Cecil pressed down with his hand, and the classroom immediately became quiet. It was not because of his authority, but because everyone was really curious. Professor Cecil said: "I am a dark wizard. I like to study black magic, and I have even done a lot of wrong things for this purpose."

The students were in an uproar. There was a dark wizard in the school! Some of the timid ones, like Patricia Stinson, were ready to run away.

"Don't worry, I won't attack you. My predecessor and I are not the same person." Professor Cecil said with a smile, "I don't want to go back to Azkaban again."

"That place is really terrible. The people locked there will lose all happiness." Cecil said slowly, "I paid a heavy price for the wrong things I did. I lost Many years of freedom…and joy.”

George whispered: "Why is Dumbledore looking for a dark wizard released from Azkaban? Is it true that he can't find anyone?"

"Maybe the salary offered by Hogwarts is not enough for people to pay their lives for it?" Fred said.

"Can't you be more serious?" Angelina patted Fred, "I think Dumbledore must have his considerations in making such arrangements. He must trust Professor Cecil."

"Have you forgotten last year's benefits?" George asked.

"Who knew he was a Death Eater before teaching at Hogwarts?" Angelina asked, "Cecil's identity as a dark wizard is known to many people."

Cecil was still talking about his own affairs at the edge of the podium, and he didn't care even if the students were discussing quietly in small groups below.

"Ada, what do you think? You are the one among us who has had the most contact with Dumbledore." Angelina poked Ada on the shoulder.

A person who studies black magic must be proficient in black magic, so he must also be very good at defending against black magic. Such a person is very suitable to be the professor of this course.

Of course, there is also a premise that this person will not threaten the safety of students. This is also where the parents of the students are worried. It is very normal for them not to believe in such a person.

"I think he should be able to teach us some real things, things that will be useful after graduation." Ada said, "Whether he can stay at Hogwarts to teach is not something we can decide."

Cecil stood on the podium, looked at the students below and said: "Although I have not used black magic for a long time, I still think that black magic is necessary for its existence. Magic should not distinguish black and white, just because someone Use these magics to do bad things, so they become black magic, which is unfair..."

"Okay, that's all. Let's get down to business." Professor Cecil signaled everyone to be quiet. When no more students spoke in the classroom, he continued: "I have understood the progress of Foley's teaching. In black magic and black magic, You are as simple as a blank parchment when it comes to Defense Against Magic, so over the next year I will take you through what dark magic is and how to defeat it."

Cecil turned around and wrote down today's lecture content on the blackboard. With his back to the students, he made a joke. He said: "If I can finish teaching this year safely!"

Although the students have been whispering below, the atmosphere in the class has always been very depressing. A dark wizard has brought too much fear to the students. With this joke, this fear has also been reduced a lot. .

In the following time, Cecil did not say any nonsense or spread his own opinions. Instead, he followed the content in the book and told students how to define black magic in plain and easy-to-understand language.

The students were not allowed to use magic wands in this class. Professor Cecil was the only one speaking on the podium throughout the course. However, the students were not impatient at all, because Cecil brought them a whole new world and let them know It turns out that Defense Against the Dark Arts involves more than just waving a wand.