[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Tuesday afternoon is Defense Against the Dark Arts, Gryffindor and Slytherin are together, I heard that the professor is a handsome guy from Germany, who has won the "Wizard Weekly" most charming smile award second only to Lockhart.

"The most charming smile again—I hope Hogwarts doesn't rely on beauty pageants to recruit professors—I hope it's not as scary as Lockhart." In the library in the morning, Draco said with lingering fear: "Like Umri Odds don't work." Suddenly, a smirk appeared on his face and he looked at Harry, who came to the side uninvited and was flipping through the book: "But Potter must not think so, after all, you can't wait to restart that little society that was in the limelight—?"

"Shut up Malfoy, that's not a small society that wants to show off—" Harry quickly copied the information he needed on the parchment without looking up, and then murmured: "Professor Dumbledore said this This time's professor isn't just for looks—but it's not a good choice either."

He felt Sewell's gaze, and explained lightly: "Dumbledore couldn't find a qualified teacher-this class is really, they all said it was cursed."

Sewell agreed in his heart, and he remembered that it was Snape who persisted the longest in the original book-the ending was equally tragic.

He struggled for a long time, and asked tentatively: "I thought Professor Snape would hire a professor for this course?"

Harry stopped his pen, looked at Sewell complicatedly, lowered his head at random, and started copying frantically, and said casually: "Of course, he thought, there are three or four request letters on Dumbledore's desk. "

"Then why not just - I mean, Potions professors are easier to find, aren't they?"

"Listen, boy." Harry said with the corners of his lips curled up, "Those rumors are not without origin - although there is no evidence of a curse - but the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts has never been re-elected." , none at all." He let out a sneer through his nose, and Sewell felt that the laughter was similar to Malfoy: "From this point of view, maybe that greasy old bat came to be the professor of this class, but it was Good thing."

Draco closed his book with a snap: "Damn old bee Dumbledore still needs our poor headmaster to do coolies for him, how could he be willing to put him in that position?" Draco Coe said lazily, sarcastically.

Harry jerked his wand out and pointed it at Draco, saying in a low voice threateningly, "Watch your words, Malfoy."

A hawthorn wand was also pointed steadily at him, and Malfoy held the wand with a half-smile: "That's what I want to say, Potter."

Harry realized then that at the same time he was angry at Malfoy for calling Professor Dumbledore scornful - and Malfoy was also dissatisfied with his own title for Professor Snape -

His face became ugly, he hesitated for a moment, and put away his wand first: "Sorry, I'm used to it."

Draco casually played with the wand between his fingers: "Put your face away, I feel sick." He glanced at Sewell again, pretending not to care, and said, "Where's my broom?"

"Your broom?" The junior Gryffindor blinked blankly, and then realized: "Oh, Draco, that's mine! It's in the dormitory."

Draco endured and endured, finally couldn't hold it back, and muttered complainingly: "You should buy him Norman Elsey's special broomstick storage box, with Carl Needham's surveillance alert strip on it , monitor the humidity and temperature, do a big bag maintenance once a week, remember to use the diamond protectant and broom tail nutrient from Light Wheel Company."

Sewell found that he understood all the words of his sister, but he didn't understand anything when they were put together.

"It's just a broom, Malfoy." Seeing Sewell's dazed expression, Harry couldn't help but make a rescue.

"Just a broom?" Draco stared back at him in disbelief. "I thought—as someone who played Quidditch for six years—that you'd be a little savvy! But Potter, I should get used to You're so ignorant." He growled angrily: "I've been making this broom for half a year! I took apart four brooms to find materials! Including a torch and a craft broom in a museum! Its It's worth enough to buy the entire Weasleys!" The loud voice elicited a roar from Mrs. Pince.

Harry wiped the spittle off his face, and said good-naturedly, "Well, even if it's ridiculously expensive, it's just a broom—" before Draco could speak, "But Malfoy , why do you insist on comparing the Weasleys with the Weasleys every time you mention money?"

Draco's face turned blank for a moment, and then he frowned: "I think... Maybe it's because his family is poor?"

"Maybe you fell in love with him." Sevier, who was eating an apple lollipop, said vaguely.

"..."

"Go to hell." Draco said disgustedly: "Get out of my sight, little troll, I'm sure I don't want to run into you anywhere within a week."

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is called Derek Snowdon. He has dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Even in black, the most conservative wizard robes, he looks handsome. Incomparable.

"If he could wear any piece of clothing in my dad's wardrobe," Sewell whispered to the people next to him, "it would fascinate the girls in Hogwarts." He wrinkled his nose and added: " Of course, my dad is also very handsome."

The little Gryffindor next to him first nodded in agreement, then remembered that his father was that Malfoy, and couldn't help but turn green.

Professor Snowton looked full of energy, not the kind of bouncing and energetic. His every move was old-fashioned, but very powerful.He came to the classroom very early, and then observed each first-year student one by one with his beautiful, piercing blue eyes: "I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this semester." After the class bell rang, he Said.

"We will focus on theory this semester, so put away your wands first, you won't need them until later in the course." The first graders glanced at each other. They didn't have the courage to question the professor yet, so they obediently put away their wands. Then Snowton tapped on the blackboard with his wand, and a list of words appeared on the blackboard:

The first part of the directory

Origin of black magic

The evolution of black magic

The Decline of the Dark Arts

The effects of black magic

The Necessity of Defense Against the Dark Arts

There was a murmur immediately below, and Sewell noticed that some of the children's faces were disturbed. Most of the regulations on the blackboard were about black magic—only the last one mentioned Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Snowdon clapped his hands and regained everyone's attention: "Defense Against the Dark Arts, we must at least know what we are facing before we can learn how to face them. In my opinion, the original intention of this course should be to teach How do you fight, fight with humans. But Professor Dumbledore said that Hogwarts’ Defense Against the Dark Arts includes all combat magic that must be learned, including whether the opponent is a human or a magical creature.”

"And mostly magical creatures."

"I have to say that this kind of class classification is very stupid, and it greatly reduces the combat ability of wizards in the year they graduate—but it doesn't matter, it's still early, and in the next seven years, I will give all my knowledge."

He tapped the blackboard again with his wand, and the previous row of words disappeared, and the words 'Origin of Black Magic' appeared on the upper left corner of the blackboard, followed by dense white characters appearing on the left half of the blackboard, and several pictures on the right, with A man with a crown, and below some men in wizard's cloaks.

The students below began to discuss in a low voice, and Sewell heard a person next to him exclaiming exaggeratedly: "Seven years? He is dreaming! Don't you know the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Nonsense." The professor in front obviously heard it. He turned to face the speaker, and said with a smile: "Never, any known magic can curse a position. The previous professor's Unfortunately, it's obviously something to do with them."

"As for me, I graduated with straight honors from school, spent two years in the wizarding police force in Germany - sure I wasn't in vain, and had a full check-up before coming to Hogwarts - Make sure there is no hidden disease that can cause me to suddenly collapse."

"At the same time, I am also sure that I have never participated in any dangerous partisan disputes, and I guarantee that I have not done any bad things that violate the teacher's morality."

"So as a powerful young professor, I don't think that anything will drive me out of this position before I voluntarily leave, or Professor Dumbledore voluntarily resigns me."

He blinked his right eye at everyone (Sewell noticed that several girls blushed at that time), the corners of his mouth curled up, showing a smile called the most charming wizard smile: "Now, sir, start to take notes. Know that the future is long."

"He's so handsome—" a chestnut-haired girl sighed.

Sewell nodded vigorously.