novelraw Chapter 126 New Curriculum
Chapter 126 New Curriculum
Chapter 126 New Curriculum
Good morning, Harry and Ron.
Harry had just sat down in the classroom when he heard Hermione's voice. She was holding a thick book and saying, "I've been reading this book all Christmas, and I'm almost finished."
"Uh—" Before Harry could speak, Ron yawned and said, "So there are still books in the library that you haven't read?"
"Of course there are." Hermione rolled her eyes. "There are even some books that Hogwarts' library doesn't have."
"I was just complimenting you, okay—" Ron scratched his head helplessly and casually took the headband out of the table.
"So what did you all do?" Hermione closed the book and looked at Harry.
"Um—we—" Harry hadn't finished speaking when he saw the office door being pushed open.
It was the silent Professor Hamilton—Harry instinctively shut his mouth upon seeing him; she seemed to possess some kind of aura that could silence all the students.
Looking at the quiet, even somewhat silent, classroom, Harry pursed his lips, subconsciously thinking of Dobby's words from the night before last.
"Surely that's highly unlikely," he dismissed again—after all, Professor Hamilton, aside from never speaking and never revealing his face, seemed to have nothing suspicious about him.
While Harry was lost in thought, Professor Hamilton gently raised his wand and flicked it.
coming soon!
Harry instinctively closed his eyes, but surprisingly felt no pain—shouldn't the headband have been fastened to his head?
He carefully opened his eyes, only to see a scene that surprised him.
Small, neatly packaged packets of honey tsunamis flew out from under Professor Hamilton's robes and landed precisely on each of the young wizards' tables.
This is—Harry pursed his lips and carefully picked up the candy, which had a red ribbon tied to it.
Is this a Christmas present?
Harry suddenly had this thought that surprised even himself—because Professor Hamilton never seemed to have shown—or ever shown—this kind of emotion?
Harry had always thought of Professor Hamilton as a cold, impersonal robot, like the kind in Muggle movies—
but--
The other students seemed quite surprised as well, and Ron even subconsciously opened the candy and ate one of them.
"It's honey taffy," he said softly.
"What else could it be—poison?" Hermione's voice came through, but there seemed to be a lot of surprise in her voice as well.
Harry instinctively wanted to open it and try it, but then he saw Professor Hamilton wave his wand.
*Smack!*
As everyone was lost in their memories, Loila let out a soft sigh of relief, then her legs gave way and she squatted down on the ground.
So giving gifts to so many people is such a terrible thing?
But—if you receive a gift and don't respond, wouldn't that be too awful?
Loila certainly didn't make the decision on a whim to give each of her students a bag of honey candies.
Do you remember the photos you took during Halloween?
Yesterday morning, Loila received photos from her students—looking at herself looking timid in the photo, Loila took a deep breath.
Hmm—why does he seem even more suspicious than Quirrell? He's just covering his head up—
It's really shameful—thankfully no one knows about this—
Then she remembered that she should prepare a return gift, after all, she had received a toothpick, a copper nut, and a tissue from her teacher when she was in Durmstrang.
So she immediately contacted Hagrid, and then together with the half-giant and Tooth, they went to Hogsmeade to buy the honey tarts.
Although she was a bit flustered, she had at least prepared gifts for them, and seeing their surprised expressions made Loila quite happy.
I am your professor, after all!
And today is a big day! That important person is personally teaching you all—you students, be secretly thrilled!
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Before Harry could even taste the Christmas candy, he found himself in that somewhat familiar classroom.
This isn't Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, but Durmstrang's—it seems I've got a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor again?
Harry felt that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in his second year was a bit too much for Professor [name omitted]—
"Please be quiet, students." The professor's voice from the platform brought Harry back to his senses. He slightly raised his head.
On stage, they saw a rather handsome young man.
He had thick black hair and a somewhat flamboyant face with a cynical smile reminiscent of the Weasley brothers.
Who is this? Wasn't Durmstrang's previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—that somewhat old-fashioned middle-aged man wrapped in a black robe?
How come he's a young man now? Harry subconsciously thought it was Mueller, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't, because he had never heard of Mueller having heterochromia.
"I will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts class starting today," the young man said, flicking his wand and conjuring several Cornish elves on the table.
Upon seeing these elves, Harry instinctively felt PTSD. He immediately tried to pull out his wand, but couldn't because of his memories.
So he could only watch as the excited Cornish elves took to the air and flew around the classroom.
It's like a replica of Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class!
"Freeze them all."
But this young professor was clearly not Lockhart. With a flick of his wand, he froze all the Cornish elves in mid-air, and then, with another flick of his wand, pulled an elf right in front of Harry.
The remarkably realistic memory made Harry purse his lips, and then the young professor slowly said, "Corndine elves are a common type of Dark Magic creature."
"But to be honest, they don't pose any real threat—"
Really? Harry said it wasn't like that in Lockhart's class—he remembered Lockhart describing these elves as terrifying, wizard-blood-eating monsters.
"However, it's quite suitable as a first lesson for freshmen." The young professor said, and then moved his wand again, and Harry found that the page of the textbook in front of him had been precisely turned over.
"To deal with them, all you need to do is hold your wand tightly. As long as they don't steal your wand, there won't be any danger."
With that, the young professor flicked his wand, and the sprites vanished in an instant, turning into white mist. The dense mist gathered in the air, and he said in a magnetic voice, "Therefore, they are somewhat inadequate for our defenses against dark magic."
"Next, please welcome the protagonist of today's lesson." With a gentle turn of his wand, a fire-breathing dragon burst out of the mist and flew to the ceiling of the classroom to Harry's astonishment.
Seemingly noticing Harry's astonished expression, the young professor smiled slightly.
"Then let's begin learning how to deal with the Norwegian protein eye dragon."
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