[HP] Subversion - Destined

After returning from the Forbidden Forest, the relationship between Draco and Hermione has undergone a subtle change—the friendship between the two colleges was not deep, and they often held opposite views (in their attitude towards Snape), except sometimes There will be a discussion about learning, they've never gotten to know each other very well - something has germinated while Draco stood between Hermione and Quirrell as a protector...

Marie looked sour, frustrated that she hadn't made it to the expedition.Ron didn't want to accept the fact that Snape wasn't the real murderer.And I, because I pushed Snape away impulsively at the end and chose "hand-to-hand combat", was washed from head to toe by the venom of Lord Snake King - damn it, I really wanted to yell back at that time: "I was not killed by a Hippogriff!" The winged beast kicks the brain! Garlic is afraid of physical contact with Lao Tzu, this is known to everyone who has read HP!"

No matter how twists and turns the night of the Forbidden Forest was, Hogwarts still ushered in the second day peacefully. Students went to the auditorium, classrooms, and library in twos and threes. No one knew what happened last night.

The G&S Five had a brief conversation with Dumbledore in the hospital wing (while visiting Hermione).Dumbledore told us that Quirrell stole the Sorcerer's Stone by entering the restricted area on the third floor when he left Hogwarts, and "accidentally" touched a Portkey to transfer to the Forbidden Forest, which happened to be discovered by us, causing it to be lost unfortunately life.As the exam was approaching, he hoped that we would not publicize this matter, and he also revealed the fact that Snape had been protecting me this semester-Ron's mouth was stuffed into an apple by Marie.

Thus, the Savior confronted the Dark Lord for the first time - ending with the destruction of the Philosopher's Stone, the death of Quirrell, and the defeat of Voldemort.

Dumbledore announced to the outside world that Professor Quirrell resigned from his post due to a sudden illness and went home to recuperate. Just as all the students were cheering, Dumbledore's next sentence drove everyone into the abyss—so the following Defense Against the Dark Arts class To be taken by Professor Snape, including exams - what could be worse than that?The students, who were getting more and more exhausted as the end of the term got closer, groaned unanimously.Dumbledore smiled more and more happily as he watched the expressions on everyone's neat strokes.

Most of the defense against the dark arts in the first grade is theoretical knowledge. Before taking Snape's DADA class for the first time, I gnawed at the textbook desperately. You have to make sure that your answers do not exceed the level of the first grade.

"If you come to class with your brains, listen to every word for me... Now, I need a completely empty desk..." Snape rolled into the classroom in black robes, and the door slammed shut behind him .Everyone carried out his order reflexively - put the textbooks away where he couldn't see them.

"I believe, Quirrell...Professor has been teaching you for several months." Snape's cold gaze swept over everyone in the classroom—the moment they met his gaze, everyone couldn't help straightening their sitting postures. For fear of getting the snake king's venom, "His current condition... makes me doubt his teaching level..."

"So, I'll give you three and ten minutes." Snape tapped a table in the front row with his wand, and immediately, a test paper appeared on all the desks in the classroom, "I need to know about you... How many useful things are stuffed into the head of the giant monster..." Looking around at the little wizards sitting upright, "What? Hurry up and move your rigid brains! I want to see the answer in three or ten minutes. !"

Like everyone else around me, I shuddered and grabbed the test paper and began to scan the questions - Snape is a powerful wizard, he is definitely qualified to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - and the questions were accurate and incisive , not exceeding the scope of the first grade at all, but it requires in-depth thinking. It is impossible for someone who has not really read the textbook and mastered it to answer it completely. Under the guidance of Quirrell, who can meet Snape's requirements? Woolen cloth?

I stole a peek at Hermione, who, being a Gryffindor know-it-all, also had a frowning expression on her face, not to mention Ron, who was scratching his head and looking around, hoping someone could give me some advice. He answered - Snape pressed the back of his head hard and pushed against the table as a warning as he passed him.

I focused on the test paper again. These points were all mentioned by my husband in the correspondence with me. Since we had just met for a few days at that time, I was not used to his teaching mode, so I handed over the first paper to my teacher for correction. I only got a P (poor) for a DADA paper, and my husband’s densely packed comments between the lines were more words than my paper. For this reason, I was fined to find out "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide" (that is, the first-grade DADA textbook) All 67 key points in .I almost rummaged through the entire book, and managed to extract a few dozen from the book of less than twenty chapters, and some of them made up.As a result, he pointed out more than half of the mistakes in his reply letter, listed all the key points, and asked me to write a [-]-inch paper...

Forget the past!I was subconsciously answering the papers while recalling my study life in the smallest bedroom on Privet Drive. By the time I came to my senses, 10 minutes had passed, and the test papers were all confiscated—I didn’t even remember what I had written.Hermione fidgeted, her face was ugly, she wanted to turn the pages of the book but didn't dare to move, her eyes were fixed on the test papers in Snape's hands, as if every one belonged to her.And Ron simply lay down on the table like an ostrich and pretended that he was not in this classroom.

Snape leaned on the podium and quickly scanned the test papers to mark the marks. He frowned every time he read a paper. Apart from his occasional sound of flipping through the test papers, the only sound left in the classroom was his breathing.The students below looked eagerly, and their nerves became more and more tense.

"Bang!" Snape slammed the last test paper on the podium, everyone trembled in fright, and Neville even fell to the ground with his chair - but no one was in the mood to laugh at him, because at this time Snape was cooling down vigorously.

"Well... I really can't have any hope for your lack of knowledge..." Snape's sharp eyes harvested the courage of all the little wizards present, "Of course... what that idiot Quirrell taught is useless rubbish, and you... ignorant idiots!" His voice deepened, "Yeah, I shouldn't be surprised that only one person can get an A (pass), should I? So, I ask all A's and below It won't surprise you that people turn in a fifteen-inch paper on an overview of the Dark Arts before the next class."

There was a gasp in the classroom, and someone exclaimed in a low voice, "Oh no! Merlin...".

"Shut up——" Snape just said, and the audience immediately fell into a state of falling needles, "Dark magic... There are many kinds, complex and diverse, ever-changing and indestructible. Resisting them is like dealing with bulls." Every time a neck is severed, a fiercer and more intelligent head will grow. If you don’t understand how complex and changeable they are, they are unpredictable, and they are eternal..." With a tone like a chant, "don't Delusion to try to destroy these flexible and creative spells!" Snape narrated in a tone of affection and cherishment, but it made everyone who listened feel horrified.

Snape waved his wand, "swiped" the test papers on the podium, and flew back to their respective desks as if eager to escape some danger.I stared at it - a bright red zero was painted on the paper... no, it was O (excellent)? !I rubbed my eyes hard, yes, it is indeed O!Instinctively, I covered the letter and glanced left and right, where Hermione was frowning and thinking at her A test paper, and Ron was looking mournfully at the big "D (bad)".

I raised my head and just met Snape's empty black pupils. I flinched a bit, but Snape naturally glared at me viciously as usual before looking away.how could it be possible!The eccentric, picky and awkward Lord Snake King who wanted to kick me out of Hogwarts actually gave me an O? !I still couldn't believe it, after reading the answers I wrote carefully, I realized that I had actually moved out the whole set of writing papers for my husband——Snape found out = Dumbledore knew = my husband is going to be killed Exposure = huge trouble!

Calm down, calm down... I can tell them that because of their identity, they have developed a strong interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts, so they have read a few more books, so they understand it more thoroughly... That's right, that's the explanation!

"It seems...you are not qualified to practice spells yet." Snape paced back and forth in the classroom, "Get out your books! If the papers you turn in next class don't include this book, it's obviously teaching you guys who just All the important points in the book of the little idiot who entered the school, then, the length of the paper will be doubled next time." Everyone has no strength to wail, "All of them concentrate! I will never repeat such basic and boring knowledge a second time ..."

While I was frantically flipping through the textbook, Hermione grabbed my test paper and whispered, "Merlin, Harry, you got an O?!"

"...The casting of black magic is based on powerful magic power and precise magic control. Not all wizards can do this, and arbitrary and conceited behavior will only lead to the backlash of magic power..." Everyone could clearly hear Si Nepe's velvety whisper.

"What? How is it possible?! Let's see!" Ron grabbed the test paper with wide eyes, "Snape's eyes are covered with troll snot?!...Of course, Harry, I'm not saying you can't get this grade ...but... Snape he..."

"...The problem is that some people lack the ability to concentrate..." "Bang!" Snape raised the book in his hand and knocked it on Ron's head as he passed by, "For example, you can't concentrate in this kind of class." Attention madman! Five more points from Gryffindors!" Ron rubbed the top of his head vigorously, opened his mouth and made an "oh no" mouth shape, and looked angrily at Snape's black robe flashing across his eyes.

"I understand what you mean Ron. You also know that Mr. taught me for three years before coming to Hogwarts, and I have learned the DADA course in advance. So..." I explained softly with a book covering my face.

Ron looked envious: "Then you don't have to write a damn fifteen-inch paper?"

"Believe me, you shouldn't be envious—I already wrote a thirty-inch thesis on this topic when I was eight years old..." I shrugged with a wry smile.

Hermione nodded with a look of "that's how it should be": "That's right, there is always a direct ratio between giving and getting, Ron, you should see the hardships of the process and learn to work hard by yourself instead of envious of others' gains." Ron rolled his eyes and turned his head to ignore it. She continued nonchalantly, "Harry, don't you want others to know about that gentleman? If you let the professors see your true level, then The gentleman will also be exposed."

"...powerful dark wizards can control dark magical creatures such as werewolves, vampires, and ghouls—there are also some dark creatures used by white wizards, such as the dementors in Azkaban..." Snape said in a row Shuttle among rows of tables and chairs.

"Don't mention it... I was distracted when I was answering the paper just now, and I don't want to write so much." I sighed in frustration.

"You got an O! Harry, you're the only one in the room with an O! Snape can't do that! He should have given you points, but he didn't even mention it! Favor the shameless old bat!" Ron puffed up. The face was aggrieved.

"Ron! You shouldn't say that about the professor!" Hermione raised her voice, "From the title of this test paper, it can be seen that Professor Snape is qualified for this course!"

"Who knows where he copied it..." Ron muttered dissatisfied.

"... camouflage, tricks, and even invisibility cloaks have nowhere to hide under the nose of dementors. They don't accept any requests or excuses...so, I always hope to throw some people in Azkaban to strip them of Fuck them...stupid," Snape smacked Ron's head with the book expressionlessly, "reckless," I was also hit hard on the head, "self-righteous..." Not even Hermione could make it this time Spare, "Coat. Ignore classroom discipline, ten points, everyone."