[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

Ron wanted to surprise Harry, but then changed his mind.

"You'll find out soon." Harry couldn't help being curious about the redhead's mysterious look, and he knew the answer in the afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts with Slytherin.

"Sirius!" Far away, Harry saw the godfather surrounded by everyone.Years of prison life have faded away after some recuperation.Sirius was undoubtedly a handsome man, with profound features, a tall and slender figure and long black hair.The aura of the Night Clan has been perfectly inherited in him, and he is very attractive, which can be seen from the enthusiasm of the Hogwarts girls.

However, the dog godfather only has and can see his godson.As early as Harry appeared, Sirius left the group of chattering girls and walked towards this side.

"Surprised to see me?"

Sirius opened his hand, motioning for Harry to give him a hug.

"Of course, Sirius," Harry asked as he threw himself into his arms. "How's Remus?"

"He's fine, he just needs to rest."

The warm atmosphere surrounded them, and some people couldn't stand it anymore, "I think the class bell has already rung, isn't this... the substitute professor?" Dracopi twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, facing Sirius Staring at him unmoved, he raised his hand towards the classroom.

"Let's go in." The head of Black's family said bluntly. At that moment, he wanted to pluck the feathers of the little peacock.

Sirius was depressed, of course he was!You said that the members of his majestic robbery team can't beat a kid with no hair?What a joke!Absolutely not like this!Otherwise, Sirius would have to kill himself before James climbed up angrily!

Although depressed, Sirius had a cheerful expression when facing the students.His opening remarks won numerous applause.

"Why do you need textbooks? No no, boys and girls, you don't need that kind of thing in my class. Defense Against the Dark Arts is a very practical class, and if you are a master, then victory, honor, Prestige and those lovely sweethearts!"

"Is it as sweet as Professor you?" A bold girl sneered.

Sirius let out an "Oh—" and shook his head exaggeratedly, "This word doesn't suit me at all. Okay, let's get down to business—" He raised his hand and sprayed it on the blackboard with his wand after the students quieted down. A line of big characters: Power comes from the soul.

"There are many sects of wizards in Britain, and there is a sect that makes people talk about it: dark wizards and their black magic. Generally speaking, black magic consists of curses, black witchcraft, and evil experiments. I believe that many people from It is not uncommon to hear about this, so, who here has a little understanding of this—what is black magic?"

After Sirius finished speaking, the whole classroom fell silent immediately.As he said, the term black magic is not very pleasant to anyone who hears it.

A Hufflepuff boy raised his hand tremblingly.

"They are extremely evil and cruel. Once they are used on people, they will be raped by Azkaban."

Sirius motioned the boy to sit back, nodded and said, "Not bad, but not specific enough."

"Specifically?" Someone asked back, "What does the professor want us to say? The Unforgivable Curse?"

One after another, someone gasped, and Sirius shook his head at the smiling Blaise, "No, Mr. Zabini, I'm not going to teach you this."

After finishing speaking, the wand in his hand made a series of streamlined trajectories.In the successive silent spells, the desks in the classroom were pushed to the two sides, and instead, a one-meter-tall wooden figure appeared in the middle of the vacated classroom.

"Frozen for thousands of miles." Sirius waved his wand at the wooden man in front of him, and after a layer of ice formed on the prop, a body was smashed to pieces.

The handsome substitute professor stood there with indifference, lowering his gaze while pointing at the sandy sawdust on the ground, "The result of two normal attack spells—cruel enough."

Who wants to be indifferent when imagining that they are made like this?

No one spoke, and even Harry was overwhelmed by the courage emanating from Sirius.He knew: his godfather was a member of the Order of the Phoenix who had experienced brutal wars, and he was a man who remained sane after 12 years in Azkaban; he knew: he was Sirius—the bright and fiery star in winter, lonely all his life Persistent Sirius.

"Some things are worth dying for." Harry suddenly remembered what Sirius said to himself in his previous life.In the heart of his godfather, there are some things for which he can give his life, and similarly, there are some things that can make him live in humility.

This made Harry believe that maybe everyone will fall one day, but Sirius, like the night star with his name, will never fall.

"The destructive power of a spell doesn't mean anything. Whether the magic is evil or not depends on the person who casts the spell. Generally speaking, a successful black magic spell needs the assistance of negative emotions. Without enough hatred, enough evil thoughts, casting a spell usually None of them will have a great damage effect." Sirius put his hand over his heart, "Whether it's black magic or white magic, offensive spells or prank spells, the power of every spell comes from your heart. They have something to do with our emotions - which is why we always say that strong-willed wizards always master spells better."

"Wizards who are generally gifted have never lacked for determination and conviction. Their tenacious willpower creates strong emotions to achieve excellent control of spells."

"And what I need you to do in this class is to use your emotions to cast the Armor Charm. You need to have the desire to protect yourself from harm when your partner attacks."

The students were divided into two groups, and the high and low, intermittent chanting of mantras rang out one after another.

Harry stopped after parrying one of Draco's attacks.

"Fiancee?" He said casually, "It's early enough."

"Slytherin has to plan earlier." Draco looked at him with a half-smile, "There are very few pure-blood families. Usually, the families that have decided to marry in the school will be a good choice."

"So...Malfoy likes Greengrass?" Harry raised his eyebrows meaningfully, "Let me guess...Greengrass has a good reputation and is pure enough, and their blue eyes and blond hair obviously fit a Malfoy's profile." Aesthetics—and, ugh...then Daphne Greengrass is a little obsessed with you?"

"Jealous?" The blond Slytherin gave a playful smile and raised his eyebrows high, "Yeah, Scarhead, that's just a choice of self-interest. By the way ——" Draco approached him, looking at the boy who was slightly stiff because of his breath with satisfaction, so he smiled smugly, "I don't care if that stupid woman in Greengrass is persistent, Harry, I just— —”

"What are you, huh? What are you?" After every word was spouted out, the black-faced Sirius was beating his wand in his hand angrily, "My dear nephew." He gritted his teeth and said One of the vipers said, "I have to deduct ten points from Slytherin for your lack of practice - and, as an uncle, maybe I should teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

The atmosphere is a little frozen.Then, the platinum nobleman who was provoked slowly nodded his chin, and softly replied with a smirk: "Of course."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, but no one left.Even 10 minutes later, those little trolls at Hogwarts who had nowhere to vent their energy had surrounded the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Ron squeezed into the crowd with difficulty. During this period, he had heard countless versions, and the most reliable one was actually: The savior stepped on two boats, leading Master Black and Master Malfoy to stage a life-and-death duel? !

On the stage, all kinds of silent spells flew all over the sky, whether it was an offensive or a defensive duel, the two of them did everything impeccably.

"What's going on?" Ron cast a puzzled look.

Harry shook his head, and Ernie, who was beside him, paused the corner of his mouth, hesitating and hesitating again and again, "Harry, do you know..."

"Ok?"

"No, nothing." The words were swallowed by Hufflepuff again.Although it was not something difficult to say, it was almost impossible to say.

Everyone knows what Malfoy has shown and done after the Christmas holidays, and his terribly possessive desire for Harry, but even if it is so tacit, no one will mention it to Harry.

Ernie once thought that Harry's slowness caused the ambiguous situation between the two, but now it seems that this is not the case...

"It's very interesting, isn't it?" The green-eyed Badger smiled like a stealing fox, how could he not know?Even if I didn't know it at the beginning, I understood what was going on after reading Narcissa's "Bloodline Glory and Continuation".

Draco was courting him like a pure-blood noble, yes, that was it.When he accepted the necklace with the Malfoy crest engraved on it at Christmas, he accepted the courtship of the platinum pureblood.

Formal, egalitarian, an even magical pursuit of pact.

Aristocrats with many names always like to use troublesome thinking to solve some simple problems in Harry's view-this kind of thinking is limited to the past.After going through the process of "selling" himself, Harry didn't think so.

Just like the little bastard, you see, he got a contract that cannot be interrupted by the outside world.

It's like Greengrass, do you think they really have nothing to do with a Hippogriff?of course not!The closeness of Fudge and Dumbledore has greatly hindered the actions of the nobles. With the article made by the Hippogriff, a beast can drive a wedge between the old headmaster and Fudge.

And Daphne Greengrass, the brash girl.Harry actually knew that the noble lady didn't have affection for Draco, it was just a common problem of Slytherin: arrogance.Strong self-esteem makes the poisonous snakes never show weakness, and the resentment bred in the face of slander makes her especially unwilling.

Of course, even knowing that a certain blue-eyed badger is still a good at playing dumb.

The duel ended with the presence of Professor McGonagall, the boss of Hogwarts, the Lion of Gryffindor, still echoing in the corridors, "I can't believe it! Sirius Black! After last time After nearly breaking your and Harry's necks, you're pretty good! A duel with a third-year student? I really underestimated you..."

At the same time, a certain blue-eyed badger who likes to tease a dragon's nerves whispered in the ear of the triumphant blond bastard, "Draco", he blinked emerald green eyes, bright as dancing fairy fire, "As you said, I do get jealous."

&small theater&

Young Master (grinning): I always feel that someone has nothing to fear

Xiaoha: Cough——!Because the author said it was impossible to have sex in third grade!

Young Master: Well, it will be fine to make up the interest later.

Xiaoha: ...

Author: die...

The author has something to say:

Love Sirius, xd~

Today is Singles' Day, the author who made a killing climbed up to update, I didn't say happy holidays, be careful, I crawled out of the computer to find you guys to take off~~~~

The next update will be after the 17th, even if I am a soy saucer, I will sprint down in the last few days.

The job is still rejected, mainly because it is too far away and too tiring. If that is the case, my idea of ​​using off-duty time to write articles may be ruined ╮(￣▽￣")╭

In short, dear, bear with you, okay~

Ah, I forgot to say thank you Xiaoli for mine, ╭(╯3╰)╮