The ceiling of the Great Hall was blue and blue, with a few faint puffy clouds, like the sky outside the high, mullioned windows. Phoenix www.biquge.info while gulping down porridge and eating eggs and ham, told Daphne about this semester's electives.

"Protection of magical creatures class, as far as I know, no one in our grade has signed up. Daphne served herself a bowl of porridge.

"Then my classes are, Transfiguration, Herbology, Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Charms—" After breakfast, they remained seated as they waited for Professor Slughorn to come down from the staff table. This semester the work of distributing the class schedule was more complicated than usual, and Professor Slughorn had to make sure that each student had the required o.w.ls grades before he could continue to study the n.e.w.ts course he had chosen.

Phoenix's curriculum was immediately decided, and he was to continue his studies in Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Potions, and the History of Magic.

A few minutes later, after a beautiful breakfast, I set off to go to the history of magic.

There were only three of them, Philip, Hermione, and an unknown Hufflepuff. Usually there are not many people in the advanced class, just four of them, one from each college.

Professor Binns walked through the blackboard to the classroom.

Without any expression, he opened his textbook and began to lecture in his dry voice. Professor Binns was very old when Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was founded, but he was asked to be Professor of the History of Magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Until one day he forgot to bring his body to class and died because of it. But he didn't stop his teaching career and became the only ghost professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Like the Sorting Hat, Hogwarts had witnessed a long history, but Phoenix suspected that he had no interest in anything other than teaching.

"We are about to begin our study of ancient history, and before that, we need to have a foundation in two languages, which will help you to better understand the texts. ”

He wrote on the blackboard, Latin, Ancient Greek.

"Not really. Philip immediately grimaced.

"Hey, no, I've been trying to learn these two languages since I was a child, just to be able to get into n.e.w.ts improvement classes. Phoenix put his hands over his face, "But it's okay, I'm done with my studies, so I don't have to take this class." ”

"How many languages have you learned?" asked Hermione, as she carefully took note of what Professor Binns had written on the blackboard.

"I think about it, I don't need to speak English, I know that Mandarin is very important, I know Russian, I can speak and write, Latin and Ancient Greek, which have always been useless, but now they are a little bit useful. ”

"Your father is weird, isn't it," the Hufflepuff boy said in a low voice, "those are two dead languages." ”

"Don't talk in class, Mr. Figley, Ravenclaw deducts two points. Professor Binns said without looking back, writing two lines of white letters on the blackboard.

Philip was dumbfounded, and the other three laughed. Sometimes, Professor Binns was like this, always treating them as former students, and casually putting different houses on their heads.

"Don't- don't be angry, don't play the executioner game. Phoenix suggested.

He didn't plan to sleep today, and kept harassing the two to chat with him. Eventually, Hermione handed him a piece of parchment, and Phoenix glanced at it and fell asleep.

"What's that?"

"Ancient magic spells, can put people into a slumber - about an hour. Hermione said lightly.

Professor Binns finished explaining the meaning of words that often appear in textbooks, because some sentences are difficult to translate accurately into English.

Half an hour later, Philip and another boy asked to take a look at the unconscious script. The boring history of ancient Egyptian wizards building the pyramids made them unable to withstand it any longer.

After class, they left the sun-drenched History of Magic classroom and went downstairs for a Defence Against the Dark Arts class. When they arrived, there were probably dozens of people wandering at the door.

"I shouldn't have done that," Phoenix yawned, "I'm very sleepy right now." ”

"Whoever told you not to go to class, didn't let anyone else go. Hermione said justifiably.

"Big deal, I'll give you another make-up lesson, I'm definitely better than Professor Binns. ”

As he walked into the classroom, Phoenix looked around. The curtains were drawn tightly, except for the faint glow of the candles, which was dimmer than usual. There are some pictures on the walls that were not there before, many of which depict people in pain, hideous wounds, and bizarre twisted body parts. After the students sat down, no one spoke, and they all turned their heads to look at these eerie pictures on the wall.

"It's a practical lesson today, so please take out your wand and put away your books. Bobin said as he closed the classroom door and walked behind the podium to face the class. Hermione quickly tossed her copy of Encounter with the Faceless Monster back into her bag and tucked it under her chair. "Before I start the lecture, I have something to say to you, and I hope that your attention will be very focused. ”

His eyes swept over the upturned faces, lingering on Harry's face for a little longer than the others.

"Dark magic," said Bobin, "is varied, varied, varied, and never-ending." Fighting them is like fighting a multi-headed monster, having just cut off one head, and immediately a new one emerges, more ferocious and cunning than the original. What you are dealing with is something unpredictable and indestructible. ”

"Therefore, your defenses," Bobin's tone changed and became serious, "must be as nimble and innovative as the dark magic you have to deal with. The drawings," he pointed to as he walked, "vividly depicted the victims, say, under the Piercing Spell," (he waved his hand at a witch who was clearly screaming in pain), "felt a kiss from a Dementor," (a wizard curled up in a corner, his eyes lost), "or being assaulted by a corpse," (a trail of blood on the ground).

"So, have people really seen the Underbody?" asked Parvati Patil in a shrill voice, "Is he really using the Underbody?"

"The Dark Lord has used the Dark Lord's corpses in the past," Bobin said, "and that means we should assume he will use them again." Alright—"

He walked around to the other side of the room toward the podium, his black robe swinging behind him, the eyes of the class following him.

"-I think you're still new to the use of silent spells. What's the benefit of a silent spell?"

Hermione immediately raised her hand. Bobbin immediately called out her name, "Good—Miss Granger?"

"The opponent doesn't know what magic you're going to do," Hermione said, "and that gives you a momentary advantage. ”

"Very well, Gryffindor plus ten. Yes, casting a spell without pronouncing it aloud can achieve a surprising effect. Of course, not all wizards can do this, and it takes a lot of concentration and willpower. (To be continued.) )