A ruined Hogwarts

Regarding what happened that night, the little wizards at Hogwarts have different opinions.

Some people think that the evil dark wizard broke into the school and not only set fire to the Forbidden Forest, but also killed Professor Quirrell. Gryffindor Ron Weasley plausibly claimed that he saw someone burying something in the Forbidden Forest that night, maybe a body or something.

Some people insist that Professor Quirrell is the guy who set the fire. He is actually a terrible vampire who sneaked into the school to secretly suck blood. After being discovered, he fled in fear of crime.

Many people felt that Professor Quirrell had been replaced before Christmas, as evidenced by the sudden change in his behavior during that time. They firmly believed that this guy with a special purpose had achieved his goal, viciously released deadly things in the castle, and finally arrogantly set fire to the Forbidden Forest and fled.

No matter what, the ones who feel the most hurt are the girls from the Quirrell Protection Association who have always enthusiastically protected the professor's romance. They don't want to believe that they have been deceived, and recently they have been reluctant to join each other to keep warm.

With Quirrell missing, the Weasley twins' bet also came to an end. All the joke products they had made before were confiscated by Professor McGonagall, and they returned to their penniless home after losing all their money. state. The twins who failed to gain any income felt like they were mourning, and their eyes were red thinking about making money all day long.

Peeves, who has upgraded his prank methods, has lost his favorite target and recently started thinking about washing Professor Snape's hair. But Snape was not someone to be trifled with. Once he found Peeves directly through a not-so-smart prank mechanism. After catching him and giving him a severe lesson, Peeves walked around him and concentrated on giving him a lesson. Mr. Filch, the castle keeper, is causing trouble.

Of course, the students soon had no intention of paying attention to these after-dinner conversations. They were attracted by a more important piece of news: Mr. Albus Dumbledore will temporarily take over as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!

After hearing the news, the little wizards' excited chatter seemed to tear down the ceiling of the castle. Dumbledore is the greatest wizard today, and he has not taught for many years. Even the little wizard who usually dislikes studying has developed a strong interest and expectation in this course.

With everyone's eager anticipation, they finally received Dumbledore's first lesson.

"Hurry up! Class starts in fifteen minutes!" Before the class started, Daphne fell into a state of excitement, and two groups of crimson appeared on her milk-white cheeks.

"Dumbledore is so busy..." Owen thought casually as he followed the crowd slowly.

"You said there are still fifteen minutes until class starts..." Draco looked uninterested, but the pace he involuntarily accelerated still revealed his inner expectations.

"But the principal's class is a large open class. If we don't go to the auditorium early to occupy seats, we will have to sit at the back of this class." Daphne grabbed Pansy's hand, and the speed of her feet became faster and faster. "Everyone from grades one to three is taking it together... I really want to listen to the open classes he gives to grades four, five, and six and seven."

"To be honest, it's quite surprising that the principal can take time out of his busy schedule to teach us, isn't it?" Blaise put on a thoughtful expression, "The principal is a very busy man. He is a very busy man this year. The number of times he appeared in front of us can be counted on one hand, and I once thought that there was no principal at Hogwarts."

"I have heard from senior students that the principal has often appeared in the auditorium in the past few years. Maybe he is particularly busy this year..." Daphne said, suddenly looking at the bustling crowd in front of her and shouting: "Oh, no! Oh, why did they come so early!"

"Oh, I understand!" Blaise suddenly clenched his fist and hammered his palm, and said with a look of realization, "The principal must have become interested in teaching Harry and wants to indulge in the addiction of being a professor again!"

"Huh?" Harry, who had been a little distracted, looked over blankly. Ever since he learned that the real Sorcerer's Stone had been stolen, he had been in a state of excitement and trembling for the past few days. He felt like a guillotine was hanging above his head that was about to fall, just like Voldemort would strike at any time. Like breaking into the door.

He told this matter to Irving, the only one who knew all the truth, but Irving's expression was as if he was listening to him talking about what he had eaten today, which made him feel even more depressed.

Harry no longer cared about what Blaise was saying, and looked at Owen who was pacing slowly with some resentment. He really envied Owen for being so calm no matter what happened.

Owen raised his eyes and met Harry's resentful gaze. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head in amusement. He had to admit that watching Harry fight Voldemort in his imagination all day long... was quite interesting.

Along with the crowd, a group of people poured into the newly decorated auditorium. The long tables in the auditorium disappeared and were arranged like a lecture theater, with bright red curtains hanging around them. Although they arrived early enough, a group of people only grabbed seats in the middle of the classroom, and the front was already bustling with students talking to each other.

Dumbledore hadn't come yet. There was a majestic golden-red bird on the front desk, pacing slowly with its head raised high. Its golden beak and talons shone in the light. The beautiful tail feathers were swaying on the table.

"A phoenix!" Blaise stared closely at the colorful tail feathers and couldn't help but lick his lips, as if he wanted to go up and pluck out a feather. "You know, I think such beautiful feathers are stuck in It must look great on a hat…”

As if sensing Blaise's strong will, Phoenix looked over with bright black eyes, glared at him humanely, and then turned away haughtily.

"Meow..." Meleta lay on Owen's shoulder, her golden eyes fixed on the majestic big bird, her back arched, and her two little paws moved back and forth unconsciously, as if The swaying tail feathers of the phoenix serve as a cat-teasing stick.

"Courageous little guy." Owen smiled, smoothed Melet's hair, and sat farther away from Harry.

When the class was about to start, Dumbledore walked in with a smile. He was wearing a bright purple robe dotted with silver star patterns, a pointed hat of the same color on his head, and his long white beard was neatly combed, looking very excited.

All the students fell silent at once, and the auditorium instantly changed from chaos to order.

"Welcome! Welcome everyone to my classroom! It is the happiest thing to be able to stand on this podium in my lifetime and face faces full of curiosity." Dumbledore said with bright eyes He said slowly, and finally wiped the corners of his eyes emotionally.

"You must be thinking that maybe you can learn a few profound and powerful spells from me to defeat the hateful enemies, or learn some gorgeous and difficult skills to allow you to calmly deal with dangerous invasions." Dumbledore smiled mischievously, "But what I want to say is that none of the above will be included in this class..."

"I can only teach you how to protect yourself from evil forces, teach you how to recognize, face and resist them, and use the simplest and most effective way to deal with them..."

Under the disappointed and expectant eyes of the little wizards, Dumbledore used his calm tone to lead everyone to understand the enemy they were facing - dark magic. He quoted from many sources and cited various examples from past and present to help students understand the ways in which different types of dark forces infringe and the best ways to deal with them...

For example, when facing a malicious spell, it is more useful to avoid or hide behind cover than to face it head-on with some difficult-to-cast defensive spell. Of course, you can also flexibly use the knowledge you have to create favorable conditions for yourself. For example, a lighting spell can disrupt your line of sight at critical moments, and a floating spell can help you defend or attack.

Under Dumbledore's explanations and demonstrations, simple little spells in his hands can turn rotten magic into magic, which opened the students' eyes and expanded their ideas and horizons. Even Owen felt that When inspiration strikes. certainly. He will also lead the students to learn several very useful spells. These simple and effective spells can also play a great role in critical moments.

The atmosphere of this class is not heavy, and the content is very interesting, but students can always feel the cruelty and evil of black magic from the witty words. Dumbledore did not forcefully instill what was right and wrong throughout the process, but the more objective he spoke, the more the young wizards hated those real evils - just as no one is born evil, people are always evil. Born toward the sun.

This is not only a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but also a class on persuading people to withdraw from the Dark Arts. Of course, the importance of "courage" and "determination" is also indispensable.

Owen stared at the wand in his hand in a daze. Even though he was getting deeper and deeper into the path of dark magic, he had to admit that what Dumbledore said... made sense.

But so what if it makes sense, people will not always do the right thing, and what is wrong in the eyes of others is not the right path for oneself?

An open class seemed to end in the blink of an eye. The students left with some reluctance, chatting excitedly along the way. Everyone felt that they had gained a lot.

Until another study group gathering, the little wizards were still chatting about this topic in the classroom.

"I finally feel the fun of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but it's a pity that the principal will only take the class for two months..." Daphne said, blinking her blue eyes gently.

"Owen, have you figured out the trick to speed up the casting of spells?" Hermione bit her lip and said, frowning tightly, "There are a few points that I always can't figure out. I rummaged through the library. I read "Advanced Charm Theory Analysis", "Charm Thinking and Deduction", "Evolution of Ancient and Modern Charm Theory"... I couldn't find a similar theory in more than a dozen books, so I think some key points must have been missed."

"Don't be too obsessed with understanding the theory here. Many unknown places can be made up for with your thoughts..." Owen said casually, "Actually, this technique requires a strong will to control, so the applicability is not that great. It can only be used to speed up the release of some simple spells, and is not suitable for advanced spells that require higher concentration."

"But doesn't it match the content of Mr. Dumbledore's last lesson? Use some simple and effective spells to achieve unexpected effects." Hermione said, while writing and drawing in her thick notebook .

"Indeed." Owen smiled and nodded. However, when faced with a powerful enough wizard, these clever tricks are difficult to work. One's own strength is the most reliable.

"Owen, did you learn the magic to resist the curse last time?" Blaise came over and asked, "I still can't figure it out..."

The smile on Owen's face broke a little. It was a highly advanced white magic. Although it involved relatively little theoretical knowledge, it involved more advanced uses of positive emotions like the Patronus Charm. He couldn't learn it...

The spell to resist curses is indeed very useful. It is a passive spell that can resist many curses that are difficult to prevent. Although the resistance is related to the wizard's own level, it is important enough. Especially after coming into contact with a master of curses like Voldemort, Owen was very interested in the spells to resist curses.

But he couldn't learn it, so he could only absorb the concepts and turn to black magic to find a solution. In fact, there are many spells in black magic that can deal with curses, although the ideas are completely different. Black magic tends to fight back harshly when dealing with curses, or transfer the curse to others.

Hermione looked up from her notebook with a troubled expression. She was always not very good at magic that required the use of emotions. It was always harder for rational people to master them than for those who were prone to emotions.

"Okay, let me talk about the theory of this curse..." Owen said, tapping the table gently.

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people gathered over and sat obediently waiting for him to explain. Even Harry came over eagerly, but he didn't fully grasp the spell.

Owen quickly finished explaining his understanding, and then watched others practice with enthusiasm. He himself opened a book on advanced theory of magic and thought about it.

At this moment, the classroom door was suddenly knocked, and the "bang bang bang" knocking sound reached everyone's ears slowly.

"Please come in." Several people said together.

The old man with a gray beard poked his head in from outside the door and said with a smile: "I hope I didn't disturb your party?"

"Professor Dumbledore!"

"Dumbledore!"

"headmaster!"

Amidst the exclamations of surprise and guilt, Blaise secretly stuffed his magic tricks into his schoolbag. Daphne was so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet. Draco pretended to throw his magic tricks on the ground casually. The ball of paper was kicked under the table, Hermione was stroking her hair in a hurry, while Crabbe and Goyle were hurriedly hiding their snacks...

Dumbledore took in all this with a smile, and the smile on his face became even wider.