abnormal hogwarts

In Brad's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Albert almost stepped into the classroom just as the bell rang.

Brad was already prepared to criticize him by name, but as soon as the boy sat down in his seat, the class bell rang.

Brad was wearing a well-tailored wizard robe, and his short hair was meticulously groomed. He was also a middle-aged man, but his appearance was infinitely better than Snape's.

So wizards still need to improve their dressing standards.

Do you recognize it or not?

Let me tell you, when Brad was young, he lived among thousands of flowers, experienced many battles, and saw a lot!

I don’t know how many beautiful women I have talked and laughed with while traveling around the world.

Many girls in the classroom looked at Professor Brad with lustful expressions, and then turned to look at Albert with lustful expressions. Both of them were out-and-out handsome men. It’s just that Albert’s looks are much better than Brad’s.

But Brad has a mature charm that Albert doesn't have.

If the color of his hair and eyes hadn't matched, they would have almost thought that Albert was Brad's son. Good looks can be inherited.

"Take out your wands. Defense Against the Dark Arts is a course that focuses on practice. In my class, there is no boring and complicated theoretical knowledge. Everything is inferior. Only practical skills are good."

Brad's eyes swept over the young wizards under the podium, and finally stopped on Albert.

Come again?

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has trouble with me every year, right?

As expected, less than 2 minutes into class, Brad called Albert's name.

"Albert Stork, could you please come to the podium and give us a demonstration?"

Albert stared at Brad expressionlessly, and Brad looked at him with a smile on his face.

Albert: (#`n′)

Brad: (′??v??｀)

Albert walked to the podium expressionlessly, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand pulling out his wand.

"Next, let's do a practical demonstration. Let me explain first that only a few spells recorded on the blackboard can be used."

Brad said loudly to the students in the audience, and then he put aside Albert, who was ready for battle, and explained to the students the techniques and essentials of casting several spells.

After talking for almost 10 minutes, Brad stepped down from the podium to correct a few students' spell-casting gestures. Only then did Brad return to the podium with more than satisfied.

"So, do you still remember the etiquette of dueling? Mr. Stoker?"

Brad held his wand up in front of him and bowed.

Albert also raised his wand and bowed.

And then……

It was getting dark.

Albert had already formed the seal of the dark art with one hand when Brad returned to the podium. When he bowed, he only bent down halfway before turning around and running towards the bottom of the podium.

Slip away, you would be a fool not to run.

He didn't forget to pull Elizabeth as he passed by his original seat, and the two of them ran out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

By the time the lighting was restored in the classroom, Albert and Elizabeth had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Brad was left standing on the podium with a dark face.

"Twenty points from Slytherin!"

Just buckle, Albert doesn't care.

"Wouldn't this be good?"

Elizabeth usually followed them and violated countless school rules, but now she was worried about just skipping class.

"Your magic level is enough to pass the NEWTs. It doesn't matter whether you take this Defense Against the Dark Arts class or not."

Albert thought for a while and then added: "If you are worried about leaving a bad impression on the professor, there is no need at all. I was adopted by Uncle Brad, and I know exactly what his character is."

The two were running around the castle, and around a corner, they met Peeves.

Peeves is the mischievous troublemaker at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who has been around since the beginning of Hogwarts.

He likes to cause mischief and chaos, which has always been a headache for the school and its teachers and students, especially the administrator Argus Filch, because the only people who can control him are Barrow the Bloody and Albus... Dumbledore.

The messes he creates often take an administrator a full day to clean up: smashing vases, knocking over potions, overturning bookcases, etc.

Peeves likes to appear less than an inch from a person's nose, hide in his suit of armor, or throw things at people's heads during recess, eliciting outcries from the faint of heart.

"Look who I found? Albert, the criminal leader of the League of Villains, appears here during school time?"

Albert greeted Peeves enthusiastically: first he hit his face with a flashbang, then he used a waterspout to rinse his mouth, and finally he took out a big sword as wide as the door panel and slapped him with the blade. He swatted Peeves from one end of the corridor to the other like a tennis ball.

It was now his date with Elizabeth, and he couldn't let Peeves interrupt it.

Peeves: I understand you, dote on me (wdnmd, cnm)

Albert naturally took Elizabeth's hand and led Elizabeth all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"where are we going?"

Elizabeth's face turned red because her hand was held by Albert and she was a little tired from running all the way.

Albert brought her to such a deserted place. He didn't want to do anything wrong to her. Should she resist or give in half-heartedly?

"I'll introduce you to a friend."

Albert had no idea what nonsense was going on in the little girl's head. He put two fingers into his mouth and whistled towards the forbidden forest.

After a while, a rustling sound came from the Forbidden Forest, and a tall horse appeared in front of the two of them.

It's just that this horse is different from ordinary horses. It has a huge eagle head. Its legs are not ordinary horse legs, but sharp eagle talons. There are more than [-] wings growing on its back. feet of powerful wings.

"Hippogriff!" Elizabeth's hand lit up with a scarlet light and entered a fighting stance.

Albert hurriedly stopped in front of her, "This is the friend I told you!"

"friend?"

The red light in Elizabeth's hand dissipated, but she still looked alert. As long as the hippogriff made the slightest movement, she would immediately attack.

"Isa, don't be nervous, this is Buckbeak." Albert patted Elizabeth's hand that was holding him tightly, signaling Elizabeth to relax. Then he looked at Buckbeak, "Buckbeak, this is Buckbeak." It’s Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth loosened her grip on Albert's clothes.

Albert took out a piece of raw meat from his arms and waved it in front of Buckbeak.

Buckbeak's eyes lit up, he walked forward with small steps, gently took the bloody raw meat from Albert's hand, and started biting it happily.

After eating a piece, Buckbeak rubbed his big head on Albert's chest. The huge force caused Albert to take a step back, and then he opened his big innocent eyes and stared helplessly. Staring at Albert.

"Give."

After touching Buckbeak's furry head, Albert once again took out a piece of meat from his arms and handed it to him.

Elizabeth was stunned as she watched: Is this the legendary and ferocious carnivore Hippogriff?Why does it look more like a large, clingy cat?

Seeing Albert skillfully stroking Buckbeak's eagle head, she really wanted to go up and touch it!