Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 717 Snape’s Double Standard Behavior

Because they were delayed for some time talking, Kyle and Kangna walked quickly and finally made it to the classroom before class.

At this time, Snape had already arrived early and stood at the front of the classroom, looking at the two people who had just entered with a scrutinizing look.

To be honest, Snape had not been in a good mood since he learned that Connor had sneaked back from France a few days ago.

But what could he do? When he first learned that Kangna had been sent back, he angrily went to the principal's office to see who was so nosy.

But after seeing Nicolas Flamel, who was full of white hair and even walked tremblingly, his anger disappeared. Not only did he not say a harsh word, but he also sent him out of school with continuous thanks.

There was nothing he could do about it, even if he didn't care about his fame, his age was something he couldn't afford. He was over six hundred years old. Looking at it like that, a gust of wind might blow him down.

What if he scares the other person because he speaks loudly?

So Snape endured it and sent Nicolas Flamel out of school in a good voice.

But that doesn't mean it's over.

Snape knew very well that the main reason why Connor came back from France was Kyle. Now that the two of them met, he would naturally not look good.

"Oh, by the way, as a seventh-grade student, I don't think you need me to help you remember what the Unforgivable Curse is. Is there anyone who still doesn't know?"

Snape was talking about Tonks, who had been Umbridge's substitute teacher since she left school, but she herself insisted on refusing to admit her identity as a teacher.

Mikel immediately lowered his head and stopped talking.

"Professor!" A girl raised her hand and said, "But haven't the dementors disappeared?"

"Why are you still standing there?" Snape said coldly, as if he was looking at a potion ingredient that jumped out of the jar: "You're late, please find a seat quickly. Do you want me to ask you to sit down?" ?"

"But professor..." Kangna was a little anxious, but when she was about to say something, Kyle beat her to it.

But Kyle was not afraid, and instead raised his eyebrows provocatively.

"So, are you willing to help?" Snape asked softly.

"Professor Moody taught me." came a voice from the crowd.

"Got it, Professor." Kyle quickly pulled Kangna to sit in the last row.

"Perhaps I should show you the real Unforgivable Curse, so that you can have a clearer understanding of Death Eaters.

There are some more pictures on the wall, including people suffering from black magic, as well as hideous wounds and bizarrely twisted body parts.

Kyle didn't expect that Snape would suddenly call his name. Looking at the meaningful smile on Snape's face, he murmured in his heart.

This made Snape look even darker.

He doesn't really want to use the Cruciatus Curse on himself, this is in class.

"Needless to say, these teachers have their own teaching methods and emphases." Snape slowly walked off the stage, "But as far as I know, they don't seem to have taught you what to do when you really face black magic. .”

Snape did not look at Kyle anymore. He seemed to want to turn his head aside and said, "So far, you have had six teachers in this class. Of course, it may be seven."

In fact, Kyle was just looking at the classroom. He didn't expect Snape to imprint his own characteristics on the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom so quickly.

"Oh, what are you talking about?" Snape's tone rose slightly, "I mean, can you help me open the curtains so that the students can see more clearly.

"Of course I am willing," Kyle said, "But Professor, can I resist using the Iron Armor Curse? You know, no one will be able to resist the Death Eaters."

There was a buzz in the classroom. Some people remembered that Professor Moody had mentioned that Principal Dumbledore did not agree with him demonstrating dark magic to students in class.

"You need to learn how to resist the Imperius Curse, or the dementors who can give you a 'kiss' at any time."

"So, Mr. Drake has already seen real dark magic, is that right?" Snape turned his head sharply, "Or you think you can easily defeat the Death Eaters, and you don't need to be in my class. waste time."

At this moment, Snape wished for the first time that he was a pure Death Eater and had nothing to do with Dumbledore...so that he could use the Blade to cut Kyle's head without any scruples.

Of course, this is just Snape's perspective.

Snape continued: "But as far as I know, the headmaster rejected his request on the grounds that you were not of age at the time and were not suitable for early exposure to dark magic."

"Five points from Hufflepuff." Snape said calmly: "Remember, in my class from now on, you must raise your hands before answering questions."

"Alastor Moody, as a professor, he is indeed quite competent, and he did apply to the principal, thinking that it is necessary for you to truly face black magic."

"You shouldn't think that I want to use the Cruciatus Curse on you. How is this possible? You know, using the Cruciatus Curse on others under any circumstances is a serious violation of wizarding laws.

"Very well, it seems you are not hopeless idiots." Snape nodded.

"No," Snape said. "The Ministry of Magic's approach has indeed stopped the dementors from being so unbridled, but it cannot completely eliminate them. The number of these monsters is far greater than you think."

All the windows were covered with thick curtains, and there was only the dim light from candles in the entire classroom.

"But it's different now. You are already in seventh grade, and the situation has suddenly changed..." Snape raised his voice slightly, "Whether you are willing or not, you must face the threat posed by dark magic.

"Then choose the Cruciatus Curse. In order to allow you to see the effect of this curse more intuitively..." Snape paused, and then said in a gentle tone he had never heard before: "Kyle, help me. How about a favor."

On purpose, Snape definitely did it on purpose.

No one speaks.

"Before class starts, I have something to say to you. I hope you can pay close attention and remember what I say."

These pictures probably correspond to the various potion materials soaked in bottles and jars in the underground classroom. What stands out is a horror.

Looking at Snape's half-smiling eyes, the corner of Kyle's mouth twitched.

He walked around to the other side of the classroom and walked towards the podium. When he turned around, he glanced in Kyle's direction intentionally or unintentionally.

"Ten points from Hufflepuff for your dangerous thoughts!"

It was just a curtain. Snape could open it with just a finger. How could he need help? Moreover, his demeanor and tone just now sounded like he was about to cast the Cruciatus Curse on himself.

"Why are you still standing there?" Snape said again: "I don't want to have to say it again."

"Of course, Professor." Kyle said. He came to the window as if nothing had happened, opened the curtains, and then returned to his seat.