After a spell class, there are very few people who can release the shield.

Miranda was probably the only person who could go to the front of the classroom and use a shield against the flames of the armor. She persevered for a long time.

But Dumbledore didn't give her the position of assistant teacher because he had other grades to test.

Hoffa didn't quite know why he couldn't release the shield spell all of a sudden, maybe it was because of his low magic power, maybe his talent for magic spells was not as strong as he thought.

Speaking of such a thing as the School of Magic, there are really some indescribable talent factors in it.

However, he wasn't too worried about not being able to release the shield spell for the time being, after all, this was the first time he had released it, and he might need more practice.

After the first day of Charms class for the new dean.

Early morning on September 3rd.

The Daily Prophet was delivered again.

This time, all the pages of the newspaper were left with a row of large letters.

Britain and France declared war on Germany.

That morning, the whole auditorium was blown up, and no one had the heart to eat.

If yesterday's blitzkrieg on Poland was only a harbinger.

Today's news is a real storm.

Miranda suddenly changed color when she saw this row of news, and her whole mental force field changed, and Hoffa didn't care about eating, staring at her firmly.

But she still wore glasses after all, and her emotions did not get out of control.

It's just that the fingers are shaking a little.

Aglaia's face was also pale when she saw the news of this row, and she muttered, "It's really a war, this... How many people are going to die here?"

Hoffa didn't answer, but he knew it was just the beginning.

After breakfast time, all the students had a heated discussion about the war.

Some people are indignant, some are worried, some are full of horror, some are dispossessed, and some are even proud.

The smug guy was none other than the ancestor Malfoy that Hoffa had seen earlier in Diagon Alley, and he sat down at the Slytherin table and said arrogantly, "Muggles are fighting, and it's a good thing for me to say it's over, and it's over that our wizards have a chance to regain control of the world......"

He didn't lower his voice in the slightest, and Aglaia had a gloomy face as she ate.

"Garbage. She shook her head and said contemptuously.

......

After eating, the three of Hoffa prepared to go to the first class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a big class, and the four houses take it together.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom is located in the largest lecture hall on the third floor, and unlike fifty years later, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class in this era has not changed teachers for many years, and the style of the classroom is very stable.

There are many, many glass cabinets on the walls, which are filled with specimens of all kinds of dangerous creatures.

Black elves who eat human flesh.

Hollowed out vampires.

Shriveled werewolf corpses.

Trolls with such high ceilings.

There are even dismembered Dementors.

Last year, Professor Melles had never taught them the art of confrontation in a serious way, and the course was still focused on storytelling to cultivate interest.

But this year, Hoffa had previewed the textbook, and they had to learn more than ten times as much this year as in last year's textbook, and half of the dark magic creatures in this classroom had to study this year.

But as soon as he walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he saw a pale blonde haired Malfoy sitting on the Slytherin desk with a newspaper, sitting on the table like a big man, and talking loudly:

"It doesn't matter how many stupid people die, these inferior creatures are too capable of life, just like mice. ”

Tom Riddle stood in the middle of a group of Slytherins with his arms crossed, his face both approving and disdainful.

Some Hufflepuffs covered their ears, and some Gryffindor students glared at him.

But he didn't care, pointing to the news of war in the newspaper and said: "All living things are like this, and the lower the creatures, the more they have to rely on reproduction to make up for their own shortcomings." ”

Before Hoffa could react, Aglaia beside her suddenly became angry, and she immediately took out her wand, pointed at the group of Slytherins and scolded, "A bunch of rubbish!"

As she cursed, a pale blue shattering spell shot out.

The pale blonde haired young man who was still talking just now jumped out of the table and flashed away.

The others were not so quick to react, and the smashing spell containing anger smashed the table with a bang. The pages of the book flew wildly, and the ink spilled on several people.

Suddenly, the Slytherins were all around. They jumped off the table and raised their wands.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you want to die?"

At this moment, a violent wave of magic caused all the paper, pen, and book pages on the table to explode and fly.

The conflict came a little suddenly, and Hoffa didn't expect Aglaia to be so angry.

Seeing his attacker clearly, the pale blond-haired boy jumped up after landing on the ground and scolded angrily, "It's you, a French half-breed who is spreading wild at Hogwarts. ”

"Do you have to show off your wise words in front of others, silverfish!" Aglaia scolded with extreme disdain, "What else would you do but fart?"

"Say one more!?"

"I said you only fart!"

The prickly boy pulled out his wand and pointed at Aglaia without hesitation: "All petrified!"

Aglaia raised her wand as well, all the pen and paper floating in the sky floated, curled up into spikes one by one, and shot at Malfoy like arrows.

Tom Riddle of the Slytherin table took a step forward with his arms folded and a playful expression.

An inexplicable spiritual force field appeared in the air, and those flying paper arrows exploded in midair.

Boom!!

Malfoy's petrification spell also landed on a transparent shield, bouncing off and blowing up a table.

The surroundings were all silent.

The transparent shield vanished, Miranda put down her wand and moved to Aglaia's side with a blank face, and Hoffa also moved a step forward, looking vigilant.

The prickly boy strode forward and glanced around: "Who dares to go up?"

Hoffa and Miranda stood in front of Aglaia, and Miranda tilted her head: "That's Abraxas Malfoy, the youngest son of the current patriarch of the Malfoy family. ”

Abraxus?

Hoffa frowned slightly, he had seen this Malfoy when he was in Corner Alley, he didn't think about messing with this guy at the time, he didn't expect that he would still have a conflict with him after school.

What is this, the law of the universe?

But if nothing else, he was indeed born with an aura of inflatedness, a typical bloodline supremacist wizard.

Malfoy paced slowly, his eyes flickering back and forth between the three of them.

"Hmph, a half-breed Drasheth, a Goshak orphan without his grandfather's mask, and a ..... What are you, a poor bastard girl who was raised by a rich woman?"

"Hahahaha!"

The entire Slytherin table burst into laughter.

Miranda and Aglaia immediately raised their wands, but Hoffa grabbed their wrists and forcibly suppressed the enraged two.

Malfoy sneered: "How much money Drashis gave you, I Malfoy gave you 3 times!"

Hoffa's face was expressionless, but the spiritual force field permeated the entire classroom, and the dust on the ground shook slightly.

On the other side, Tom Riddle tilted his head slightly and took a subtle step forward.

Hofa's spiritual force field was suddenly pressed back a few meters, and the secret spell casting of the Shattered Grip was interrupted.

Hoffa's attention instantly retracted from the rampant Malfoy and turned to the orphanage's "old fellow", who had just been directly interrupted by Aglaia's Transfiguration in the air.

But now, it seems, it was Tom Riddle who interrupted her Transfiguration.

This guy, has this kind of growth in the past summer vacation, and he deserves to be the future Dark Lord.

The atmosphere in the classroom was tense, and some shredded paper was floating in the sky.

The Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors who were sitting in their seats silently picked up their books and stayed away from them.

And yet at this moment.

Bang!!

There was a heavy closing of the doorway.

An old man in a red robe strode through the door, slightly hunched, with a bare head and no hair, but with a large thick gray beard. He also held a marching water cup for the Aurors to drink.

It was none other than the Dean of Gryffindor, the aged Professor Mellors, an old Auror.

"What's going on?"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the mess all over the place, and asked sharply.

Malfoy snorted coldly, flicked his green robe and turned away.

Hoffa immediately grabbed Aglaia and tried to get her to sit back. Although this old man has a good temper, he is an old Auror after all, and he is still the current Gryffindor Dean, and no one dares to really mess with him.

A few Gryffindors got up to talk to him a little, and Professor Melles immediately looked at Aglaia and Malfoy.

"You two are mischievous?"

Malfoy looked up proudly, didn't say a word, and sat back in place with a few Slytherins.

Tom Riddle stood up politely: "Teacher, it's okay, just play, and the classmates have a little bit of defensive skills." ”

"Sit back. ”

Melles said sternly, "You have to practice defense and go outside to practice." ”

Tom Riddle sat back, and secretly Malfoy gave Aglaia the middle finger.

Aglaia couldn't hold back, she watched Malfoy spit on the ground, and said in a loud voice, "Garbage is garbage." ”

The words made the Slytherins suddenly stand up again.

Professor Melles knocked on the table, and the marching jug from which the Aurors drank flew into the sky.

He snapped: "Feel free to insult your classmates, Drazes, Ravenclaw deduct 20 points!"

The Slytherin was about to stand up and sat back slowly.

Aglaia's head was bruised, and Hoffa took her arm with one hand and patted her shoulder with the other, and said helplessly:

"You forgot again, you want revenge, don't be here, don't take advantage. ”

After saying that, he and Miranda alone took Aglaia by the arm and forced her to sit down in her place.

After sitting down, Aglaia said to Hoffa, "Believe it or not, I'm going to kill him one day." ”

"Believe in it. "Teach class first, don't be in a hurry." ”

But Aglaia apparently didn't listen to Hoffa's advice, and she spent all her classes fantasizing about humiliating Malfoy in the most vicious way possible.

Judging by her tone, it seemed that it had not been a day or two since she had made a feud with that ancestor-level Malfoy. It seems that there may still be a feud.

The three of them didn't listen very well throughout the lesson, and when Melles talked about the subject of fighting the Dark Elves, the Slytherin table laughed maliciously. Malfoy also made a throat-slitting gesture at Aglaia, as Meiwa was also a type of elf.

Hoffa felt that Aglaia was about to suffer a cerebral hemorrhage, and Miranda kept pulling her wrist with a very unkind face.

......

......

Finally, Professor Melles finished his theory class.

He took a slow sip of water and said:

"Principal Dippert's words this year, as you must have heard, every teacher has to choose a teaching assistant.

I'm no exception, but I've always believed that the most dangerous creature of the dark magic is the wizard himself.

Only the most proficient and knowledgeable of the dark arts have the potential to become the best defense masters.

So this year, the goal I'm going to take the test is the Defence Against the Dark Arts Tournament, and only the Defence Against the Dark Arts is allowed. I would like to see you develop and understand the curriculum ......"

Before he could finish.

Aglaia suddenly raised her hand in the air.

Professor Melles was displeased: "What, Miss Drazeth. ”

"Is it a duel?" she asked directly.

"It's understandable. ”

"I want to sign up. ”

She looked decisively at the Slytherin table, and without waiting for Melles to speak, she said very quickly:

"According to the rules of wizard duels, I have the right to challenge a wizard. Of course, Abraxas Malfoy, you have the right to refuse my challenge!"

Malfoy looked up, smiled at the people around him, and shook his head. Then he looked stunned and jumped out with one arm on the table.

"Come on, come, you and I will be afraid of you?"