Chapter 528 The Half-Blood Prince’s Defense Against the Dark Arts Lesson
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
The first lesson on Monday morning was Professor Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts, his first lesson since he got his wish.
Snape's class must not be late. This is a rule that every Hogwarts student never dares to forget, whether it is the Potions class in the past or the Defense Against the Dark Arts class today.
When there were still 10 minutes left before class started, everyone had already arrived in the classroom early and sat down in their seats, waiting for the arrival of the Half-Blood Prince.
It is still a classroom on the third floor, but the layout has been changed to a strong Snape style. Thick black curtains cover the windows tightly, and only the torches on the wall provide weak light, as if it has been moved again. It's like being back in the basement.
Unlike the period of any previous professor, today's classrooms are filled with large paintings, most of which are creatures suffering pain and hideous faces, or wounds dripping with blood and twisted limbs. Although they are like Glenn in "The Grimoire" There are still some gaps in the illustrations seen above, but they still convey an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
"You said... Snape wants to teach this class so much, will he no longer be as strict as before?" Marcos looked away and said with a hint of expectation.
"You're dreaming." Eddie commented sharply. "Nature is hard to change. Haven't you seen it from the layout of the classroom? I suspect that even if he goes to teach magical creatures, he would like to move the dungeon with him..."
Just as he said, Professor Snape walked in on time, strode onto the podium without saying a word as usual, his everlasting black cloak fluttering behind him, and the thick classroom door slammed shut.
He half-squinted his eyes and glanced at everyone in the classroom, with a slightly sarcastic smile on his lips.
"To be honest, after more than five years of unsystematic and chaotic teaching, there are still so many people who can pass the OWLs exam and appear in this classroom." He said coldly, "It seems that our former senior The investigating officer seems to be a little lax in the screening of students..."
All the students present kept their mouths shut, not daring to speak out, waiting for his intimidation to end.
"Of course, being able to sit here does not mean that you can successfully keep up with the progress of the advanced classes." Snape continued, "If nothing else happens, after half a school year, some of you will lose your ability to continue. Qualification to sit here.”
"Starting from this semester, if you still expect this class to be fun and playful like in the past few years, or read those meaningless articles like the first half of the year, then you might as well listen to my advice, stand up, and leave this class. A classroom, ask your dean to give up continuing to study this course."
He paused for a moment and continued in a heart-stopping voice: "Because what you have to face and resist next is the real, dangerous black magic."
As soon as these words came out, it was like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves. Even if they didn't dare to break the classroom discipline, everyone couldn't help but start talking quietly.
Real black magic...
This is completely different from what Umbridge said just six months ago.
"Quiet!"
The Half-Blood Prince's words seemed to have a strange power, making everyone shut up without hesitation.
"Black magic..." he continued, "is an extremely dangerous, diverse, and unpredictable power. Different from the things you are familiar with in class, black magic is the most effective shortcut to becoming powerful."
Glenn frowned slightly... Why did these words feel so familiar...
Not only him, but also many people's expressions changed slightly. Although what Snape said was basically the truth, it sounded more like a compliment.
Fortunately, he quickly changed the subject: "Therefore, when facing black magic, you must also be able to respond flexibly. Although black magic is powerful, it is not invulnerable."
He pointed at the picture on the wall, which was a ragged Dementor, lowering its head towards a man huddled in the corner, and a faint, smoke-like substance was sucked out of the man's mouth.
"Dementors, the guards of Azkaban, you have obviously seen how powerful they are." Snape said, "They are powerful creatures of dark magic that are almost impossible to kill by conventional means. But the Patronus Charm , but they are their natural enemies.”
"There is another one, the Inferi," he pointed to another picture, "turn to page 196 of the textbook."
Accompanied by the sound of flipping books, he continued: "The Inferi are dead corpses that are reborn under the influence of black magic. They have no life, no soul, no thoughts, and only obey the orders of the dark wizard who summons them. .In the known classification of black magic, this kind of magic is called necromancy. A truly powerful necromancer can even resurrect magical creatures and even a powerful dragon."
"Sorry, professor, can I ask a question?" Qiu said, raising her hand.
There was a hint of impatience in the Half-Blood Prince's eyes, as if he was suddenly interrupted mid-sentence.It wasn't until he noticed that the person raising his hand was Qiu that he glanced at Glenn, nodded, and said nothing more.
"As far as I know, the dead cannot return to this world, right?" Qiu asked softly, "They can only reappear as ghosts, but they have completely lost the body and magic power they once had. "
"That's right." Professor Snape motioned for her to sit down, "So as I just said, the corpse resurrected through necromancy magic has no soul and mind and can only rely on commands to act."
"So is the Inferi real?" Katie Bell couldn't help but ask, "He...that person who must not even be named really controls an army of Inferi?"
"Five points from Gryffindor." Snape said coldly, "You didn't raise your hand, Miss Bell, but I can answer your question. The Dark Lord has used the Inferi in the past, which means we should do this in advance. Make preparations... Now, can anyone tell me what the Inferi's weakness is?"
...
Time passed faster than expected. Two consecutive Defense Against the Dark Arts classes ended in the blink of an eye. Professor Snape left them a lot of homework, a paper on the Inferi, and no less than three feet of sheepskin. Paper.
"Snape's class doesn't seem that difficult, does it?" Eddie said on the way to the Great Hall for lunch.
Without Harry's "hate filter", objective evaluation shows that although the Half-Blood Prince's class is not as relaxed and enjoyable as Sirius and Lupine's, it is still in-depth and easy-to-understand, and the content is substantial.
"Apart from the rather depressing atmosphere, what he said is quite meaningful." Marcos agreed. "At least it is much better than that woman Umbridge and the previous Quirrell..."
Snape's class must not be late. This is a rule that every Hogwarts student never dares to forget, whether it is the Potions class in the past or the Defense Against the Dark Arts class today.
When there were still 10 minutes left before class started, everyone had already arrived in the classroom early and sat down in their seats, waiting for the arrival of the Half-Blood Prince.
It is still a classroom on the third floor, but the layout has been changed to a strong Snape style. Thick black curtains cover the windows tightly, and only the torches on the wall provide weak light, as if it has been moved again. It's like being back in the basement.
Unlike the period of any previous professor, today's classrooms are filled with large paintings, most of which are creatures suffering pain and hideous faces, or wounds dripping with blood and twisted limbs. Although they are like Glenn in "The Grimoire" There are still some gaps in the illustrations seen above, but they still convey an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
"You said... Snape wants to teach this class so much, will he no longer be as strict as before?" Marcos looked away and said with a hint of expectation.
"You're dreaming." Eddie commented sharply. "Nature is hard to change. Haven't you seen it from the layout of the classroom? I suspect that even if he goes to teach magical creatures, he would like to move the dungeon with him..."
Just as he said, Professor Snape walked in on time, strode onto the podium without saying a word as usual, his everlasting black cloak fluttering behind him, and the thick classroom door slammed shut.
He half-squinted his eyes and glanced at everyone in the classroom, with a slightly sarcastic smile on his lips.
"To be honest, after more than five years of unsystematic and chaotic teaching, there are still so many people who can pass the OWLs exam and appear in this classroom." He said coldly, "It seems that our former senior The investigating officer seems to be a little lax in the screening of students..."
All the students present kept their mouths shut, not daring to speak out, waiting for his intimidation to end.
"Of course, being able to sit here does not mean that you can successfully keep up with the progress of the advanced classes." Snape continued, "If nothing else happens, after half a school year, some of you will lose your ability to continue. Qualification to sit here.”
"Starting from this semester, if you still expect this class to be fun and playful like in the past few years, or read those meaningless articles like the first half of the year, then you might as well listen to my advice, stand up, and leave this class. A classroom, ask your dean to give up continuing to study this course."
He paused for a moment and continued in a heart-stopping voice: "Because what you have to face and resist next is the real, dangerous black magic."
As soon as these words came out, it was like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves. Even if they didn't dare to break the classroom discipline, everyone couldn't help but start talking quietly.
Real black magic...
This is completely different from what Umbridge said just six months ago.
"Quiet!"
The Half-Blood Prince's words seemed to have a strange power, making everyone shut up without hesitation.
"Black magic..." he continued, "is an extremely dangerous, diverse, and unpredictable power. Different from the things you are familiar with in class, black magic is the most effective shortcut to becoming powerful."
Glenn frowned slightly... Why did these words feel so familiar...
Not only him, but also many people's expressions changed slightly. Although what Snape said was basically the truth, it sounded more like a compliment.
Fortunately, he quickly changed the subject: "Therefore, when facing black magic, you must also be able to respond flexibly. Although black magic is powerful, it is not invulnerable."
He pointed at the picture on the wall, which was a ragged Dementor, lowering its head towards a man huddled in the corner, and a faint, smoke-like substance was sucked out of the man's mouth.
"Dementors, the guards of Azkaban, you have obviously seen how powerful they are." Snape said, "They are powerful creatures of dark magic that are almost impossible to kill by conventional means. But the Patronus Charm , but they are their natural enemies.”
"There is another one, the Inferi," he pointed to another picture, "turn to page 196 of the textbook."
Accompanied by the sound of flipping books, he continued: "The Inferi are dead corpses that are reborn under the influence of black magic. They have no life, no soul, no thoughts, and only obey the orders of the dark wizard who summons them. .In the known classification of black magic, this kind of magic is called necromancy. A truly powerful necromancer can even resurrect magical creatures and even a powerful dragon."
"Sorry, professor, can I ask a question?" Qiu said, raising her hand.
There was a hint of impatience in the Half-Blood Prince's eyes, as if he was suddenly interrupted mid-sentence.It wasn't until he noticed that the person raising his hand was Qiu that he glanced at Glenn, nodded, and said nothing more.
"As far as I know, the dead cannot return to this world, right?" Qiu asked softly, "They can only reappear as ghosts, but they have completely lost the body and magic power they once had. "
"That's right." Professor Snape motioned for her to sit down, "So as I just said, the corpse resurrected through necromancy magic has no soul and mind and can only rely on commands to act."
"So is the Inferi real?" Katie Bell couldn't help but ask, "He...that person who must not even be named really controls an army of Inferi?"
"Five points from Gryffindor." Snape said coldly, "You didn't raise your hand, Miss Bell, but I can answer your question. The Dark Lord has used the Inferi in the past, which means we should do this in advance. Make preparations... Now, can anyone tell me what the Inferi's weakness is?"
...
Time passed faster than expected. Two consecutive Defense Against the Dark Arts classes ended in the blink of an eye. Professor Snape left them a lot of homework, a paper on the Inferi, and no less than three feet of sheepskin. Paper.
"Snape's class doesn't seem that difficult, does it?" Eddie said on the way to the Great Hall for lunch.
Without Harry's "hate filter", objective evaluation shows that although the Half-Blood Prince's class is not as relaxed and enjoyable as Sirius and Lupine's, it is still in-depth and easy-to-understand, and the content is substantial.
"Apart from the rather depressing atmosphere, what he said is quite meaningful." Marcos agreed. "At least it is much better than that woman Umbridge and the previous Quirrell..."
