The God of Ice and Fire at Hogwarts

"By the way, Professor Dumbledore, if I'm not mistaken, you invited Professor Slughorn to teach us potions, but it doesn't seem as simple as it seems?"

Lin En asked in a firm tone.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his eyes became more serious, and he said: "Horace was once Voldemort's professor, and there may be content about Horcruxes in his memory."

"Even though we have inferred that Voldemort made seven Horcruxes, I still hope to verify our conjecture from Horace's memory."

Dumbledore said so.

Lin En whispered: "But his memory was modified by himself, wasn't it? How do you plan to get this memory?"

Dumbledore said: "I will give Harry a private lesson to help him understand Voldemort's past and more secrets about Horcruxes, and at the end of the course, I will let him know that he is also a Horcrux. During this period, I will let Harry help me get this memory."

Let Harry know his identity?

This seems a bit cruel. Harry was in his prime youth, but he had to die before Voldemort in order to kill him. This is a cruel truth that cannot be accepted by anyone.

But Lynn understood that there was no better choice, and Harry should also take on the responsibility of being the savior.

Lynn stood up and said softly: "I understand, Professor Dumbledore, I will cooperate with your actions in secret."

...

On the other side, Draco hurried and finally arrived outside the classroom before the Defense Against the Dark Arts class began.

This Defense Against the Dark Arts class was shared by Gryffindor and Slytherin in the sixth grade. Including the little snake of Slytherin College, everyone felt a little uneasy when approaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The reason was that Snape finally became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, and according to Snape's strict requirements, no one knew how much snake venom they would be sprinkled with in this class.

After all, the snake king who spewed venom from his mouth didn't care which college you were from when you made a mistake.

At this time, Snape had already walked into the corridor. Becoming the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts did not allow him to tidy up his appearance. His greasy black hair was parted on both sides, framing his sallow face.

"Come in."

Snape glanced coldly at the little lions and little snakes standing in the corridor, then turned and walked into the classroom and came to the podium.

Long before this Defense Against the Dark Arts class began, Snape had already branded his own personality traits in this classroom.

The curtains of the classroom were drawn tightly, with only the faint light from the candles, which was dimmer than usual, making this classroom like a dungeon, extremely dark.

Some pictures that had not been seen before were posted on the walls of the classroom. These pictures were all people suffering, hideous wounds and strangely twisted body parts.

All the little wizards sat down in their seats. None of them spoke. They all turned their heads to look at the eerie pictures on the wall.

"I haven't asked you to take out your books yet," Snape closed the door of the classroom. He glanced around the classroom and his eyes stopped at a few little wizards who put their textbooks on the table. "I have something to say to you. I hope you can concentrate highly."

Hearing Snape's words, the little wizards holding the textbooks all turned pale and hid the books in their schoolbags.

When everyone put away their textbooks and looked at Snape, he finally spoke: "So far, you must have changed five professors for this course."

"Needless to say, these professors have their own teaching methods and teaching focuses. In this chaotic situation, I am surprised that so many of you can barely pass the O.W.L. exam for this course."

"If you can keep up with the advanced class, I will be even more surprised, because its content is much more advanced."

As Snape spoke, he walked down the podium and walked around the classroom. He spoke in a lower voice, which even sounded a little ups and downs.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he had the tone of a 20-year-old professor!

Irina sat in her seat and complained in her heart.

Snape finally returned to the podium, his tone was a bit fanatical: "Dark magic is varied, varied, ever-changing, and endless. Fighting them is like fighting a multi-headed monster. As soon as you cut off one head, a new head will pop up immediately, which is more ferocious and cunning than the original one."

"You are facing something unpredictable and indestructible. Therefore, your defense must be as flexible and innovative as the dark magic you need to deal with. These pictures vividly show the situations of those victims, for example, those who were hit by the Cruciatus Curse, felt the kiss of the Dementors, or were invaded by the corpses..."

As Snape spoke, he knocked heavily on the three pictures on the wall with his wand.

The three pictures were a witch who was obviously screaming in pain, a pool of blood on the ground, and a wizard curled up in the corner with his eyes blank.

Snape was like a big bat, his black robe swaying silently behind him.

After finishing his opening remarks, he turned his face suddenly to the group of young wizards, which scared them.

"I think you may be unfamiliar with the use of silent spells? Who can tell me what are the benefits of silent spells?"

Snape asked in a flat tone.

As Snape's voice fell, nearly half of the people in the classroom raised their hands, which surprised Snape.

However, after seeing that these young wizards who raised their hands all belonged to Gryffindor College, and the little snakes of Slytherin were huddled in their seats like quails, not daring to raise their hands, Snape's face suddenly became ugly.

In fact, these little lions who raised their hands were also members of the D.A. Army. In Lynn's illusion test, almost all members of the D.A. Army were already able to use silent casting proficiently last year.

Even the more talented little wizards were able to try to cast spells without a wand. Hermione, a top student, even performed the floating spell without a wand and without a sound.

Snape's eyes swept over the little snakes in Slytherin. He hoped that someone would stand up and answer his question, but he was doomed to be disappointed.

Even Draco, the most talented of these Slytherin students, could not answer his question.

In desperation, Snape had to randomly point to a little lion from Gryffindor College.

The little lion said confidently: "Silent casting can prevent the enemy from knowing your intentions in advance from the sound of your spells. In other words, silent casting is more concealed and can win you more advantages."

"A wizard who is proficient in silent casting can even chant the spell of coma, but release the disarming spell, which has the effect of confusing the enemy and catching them off guard!"

The little lion said with a smile. (End of this chapter)