Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

The four colleges had only one Defense Against the Dark Arts class together, and then they returned to the normal teaching order.

On Thursday afternoon, Vader, Michael and others arrived at the classroom with books and saw that most of the Slytherin students were already sitting inside.

"If you ask me, it would be more interesting to have classes with four houses together." Anthony said, "The Gryffindor guys are all very fun."

"I don't want to," Lisa muttered. "Granger always makes me nervous."

Seeing Padma staring at her, she quickly explained: "It's not that I hate her, it's just... you know, she always knows everything, which makes me look stupid and not diligent enough."

When she said this, Padma felt the same way. But verbally, she still chose to defend her friends:

"This is your problem too, not Hermione's. Don't make it sound like Hermione is bullying you."

"But she just likes to be in the limelight! I'm not wrong!"

Lisa was also a little angry, turned around and sat next to Slytherin's Daphne and the others.

The boundaries between the students from the Snake Academy and the Eagle Academy were not so clear, and they quickly got together to joke.

Padma angrily said to Michael: "I think she has forgotten that Daphne and the others tried to contain Vader before!"

"Don't be angry." Michael comforted her: "Remember, Vader didn't suffer a loss that time either."

Not only did she not suffer a loss, Daphne was even frightened to tears.

Thinking of this, Padma was no longer angry at all, she even wanted to laugh a little.

There were still a few minutes until class started, but Professor Abigail was already in the classroom.

She looked around and shouted: "Brace Zabini, Mandy Broghe, Michael Corner, Daphne Greengrass, you guys come out."

Several students stood up with dazed expressions, looked at each other, then pushed their chairs away and followed the professor out.

Not long after, they all came in again, their faces no longer showing the anxiety before, but with mysterious smiles on their faces.

"What does the professor want from you?" Padma asked softly.

Michael shook his head and said, "I can't say, but you'll find out later."

Soon it was time for class.

Today they talked about several legendary creatures in their textbooks - sphinx, griffin, chicken dragon, and the crocodile-headed griffon Amut.

When encountering these creatures, ordinary wizards cannot hope to defeat them with magic, but fortunately, powerful magical creatures often have relatively high intelligence and have certain logic in their behavior.

As long as you follow the rules, you still have a high chance of escaping from these creatures.

The text gives several examples in the form of stories to teach the little wizard how to get along with these creatures if they encounter them. This is a relatively relaxed content, and the students finished the book as if they were reading a novel.

Then comes the practical part, a few simple warning and reconnaissance spells.

This kind of spell was naturally not difficult for Vader. He released it casually and turned around to take a look at Michael's performance, but saw him secretly pointing a black object at him.

Vader's scalp suddenly became numb. He turned around quickly, rotated his wrist, and immediately released the silent iron armor curse!

"Biu~"

A ball of red paint hit the invisible armor and then fell to the ground.

Vader looked at Michael, and Michael looked at Vader.

Then, Michael smiled awkwardly and "shushed", signaling Wade to stop talking.

Then, he concealedly raised the black pistol.

"Biu~Biu~Biu~"

The sound of the toy gun was buried in the sounds of the students chanting curses, and was almost unnoticed.

Wade stood nearby and saw Michael slapping red paint on the backs and legs of the students near them.

Slytherin's Goyle, Malfoy, and Nott were all hit. Then he wandered among the crowd, pretending to see everyone's practice results, and secretly pointed his gun at Ravenclaw's Anthony and Ty. Rui, Stephen, et al.

He spared no boys who appeared in Michael's field of vision, but he did not attack any of the girls.

But at the other end of the classroom, the students who had just been called out were also holding toy guns and playing happily. Some unlucky students even had three or four balls of paint on their bodies.

Soon everyone discovered the extra colors in each other.

"What's going on?" Malfoy tugged at his robe angrily: "Who did it?"

He looked around angrily, but found that everyone around him was covered in paint, and he was suddenly confused.

Everyone pulled each other's clothes to look at each other. In the process, the "attackers" actually took the opportunity to fire a few more shots.

At this moment, Professor Abigail clapped her hands and signaled all the students to quiet down.

"Suppose this is a Muggle gun, and you are attacked on the street or in a store, and the paint on your body is your wound. Who can survive?"

Everyone looked at each other and finally understood something.

The professor reached out and pointed at the students:

"You, you, you, and you are dead, go over there!"

Seven or eight students were pushed aside with unwillingness on their faces, including Malfoy, who "died tragically after being shot six times."

Professor Abigail couldn't help but look at him twice, and then looked at the other students——

"You, you, you are seriously injured and there is no way to save it. You should go and wait for death!"

Several more students came out of the crowd.

Then came a wave of disabled students.

Slightly injured students.

In the end, there were only three people who were intact except for the "gunmen" -

Wade, who blocked the "attack".

Sue Lee, who happened to be standing in the corner and was not chosen as a target by anyone.

And Daphne's good friend Pansy Parkinson.

"This is unfair!" Malfoy couldn't help but protest loudly: "If I knew there was such a test, I would be careful and wouldn't fall for it!"

He glared at the "gunmen".

"Yes, yes!" The students who "died tragically" protested.

"There are not so many times to be prepared in life." Professor Abigail only said: "Accidents always come when you think they won't happen, and so does death."

Malfoy was speechless.

Professor Abigail praised Wade and the others, gave each of their colleges two points, and then said to all the students:

"This is just the first time."

"In future Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, there will also be "gunmen" who will randomly attack!"

"Stay alert, little fools!"

...

After class, Michael was still immersed in the joy of "simulating a killer". He said happily:

"Professor Abigail always has all kinds of new tricks, right? Defense Against the Dark Arts classes are getting more and more interesting!"

"Don't think you will still be a "killer" next time." Wade said lazily: "Professor Abigail should choose different students every time."

"I don't want to be the one on defense - stay alert at all times, just thinking about it makes me tired..."

Michael muttered.

When they returned to the hallway, they found a large group of students there, crowding in to read the latest notice.

"Hey, what's it written? Read it to us too!"

Michael, who was blocked outside the door, said loudly.

The students inside did not refuse. A tall Gryffindor boy said, "This is the notice for the May Challenge."

"...May Challenge?"

There is only one tonight.

Go to bed early