"What was Hermione's last class?"

"Maca's Magic Lesson."

In the hallway, Harry and Ron walked side by side, following the flow of people to the second floor. They didn't take an Ancient Magic class, so they couldn't go with Hermione when they had a class.

"Oh......" Ron seemed to sigh a little when he heard this, "although Maca's classes are always interesting, the downside is that there is too much homework!" Seriously, can't he lighten the burden on students? ”

"We didn't take the Magic class, so don't worry about anyone else," Harry said, shaking his head, "I think we'll have to worry about this next class - I didn't expect it to be my favorite!" ”

"yes!" Ron sighed, "First Umbridge brought us a bad mood for most of the school year. I thought it was a good thing that she was gone, but who would have thought that Snape would come again......"

"Alas! I really don't understand, how did Maca get along with Snape? Harry said sullenly.

"Perhaps, as Marca said, Snape wasn't as bad as we thought he was?" Ron thought for a moment, and quickly threw the thought away, "No, how is that possible?" ”

"Hey." Harry chuckled dryly, "Did Maca say anything like that?" ”

"I don't know, I don't remember," Ron shrugged, "I just think that's what Maca would have said." ”

As the two of them grumbled to each other, the crowd that had rushed to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom had quickly moved beyond the familiar door. And at that moment, with a soft creak, the teacher's door was opened from the inside.

Immediately after, the big bat-like figure Shi Shiran walked out of the door and stood still in the corridor for a while.

It was Snape, his hair still greasy as if it had never been washed, hanging down the sides of his head and covering the contours of his face. His sallow face was accentuated by his dark hair, and everyone seemed to feel a chill as they swept across the crowd with their indifferent gaze.

"Come in."

Snape glanced at them, then turned and returned to the classroom, spinning so hard that his black robe shook off with a thud, as if he had transformed into a real giant bat in that second.

Yes, that's right, the kind that sucks human blood!

"One of his ancestors must be a vampire!" Ron leaned over Harry and muttered in a very small voice.

"I don't think that's unusual, I heard Hermione say that Hogwarts really had a history of vampires teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts in the past," Harry blinked, "I'd say more than that—Snape can't wait!" ”

"What?" Ron asked, confused.

"I mean Snape," Harry whispered, "I've heard he'd been thinking about being a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor for a long time, and it seems like he'd been planning to apply for it from the start." ”

"If you want to talk, I can get you in my office tonight!" Snape somehow knew, and once again he stepped out of the classroom door and glared at them both fiercely.

"It's not class time yet!" Harry subconsciously snapped up, which made Ron give him a quick look, signaling him not to be so impulsive.

But before he could finish speaking, a magic bell suddenly rang throughout Hogwarts Castle, turning the anger on Snape's face back into mockery and sneer.

"Now it's here." He snorted, "Still outside the classroom?" Well done...... Deduct 5 points! ”

"It's your fault!" Harry snapped his neck and retorted.

"5 points will be deducted for each person."

Snape added with a sneer, and then walked into the classroom again. Ron knew he couldn't stay here anymore, so he dragged Harry in with him - if he went against Snape again, he would be going to spend most of the night in that guy's office tonight!

As soon as they entered the classroom, Harry and Ron found that it had been branded with Snape's distinctive marks.

The windows that were originally well-lit were tightly covered by thick curtains, and no natural light could penetrate them. The only small candles lit by magic emitted a faint glow in the classroom, making it as eerie and gloomy as the previous Potions classroom.

Unlike the Potions classrooms of the past, there are now several portraits hanging here, but those portraits also have a strong "Snape-esque" flavor.

Most of the people in the painting are figures, but they all seem to be going through terrible torture, showing their pain with their twisted limbs and hideous expressions. Some of the people in the paintings are silently screaming, some are curled up, some are half festering, and some are even indistinguishable.

It can be said that the images themselves are "restricted", and I don't know how Snape dared to hang them up - does Professor McGonagall know about this?

"Oops!"

Ron and Harry merged into the middle of the room with some surprise, but the next moment, Ron frowned and whispered as if he had suddenly thought of something.

"What's wrong?" Harry looked at Snape and saw that he wasn't looking this way, then turned to Ron beside him and asked.

"Hermione!" Ron lowered his voice and emphasized, "Hermione hasn't come yet—how could she be late?" ”

"Oops!" When Harry heard this, he immediately felt that it was very bad.

But at this moment, a man rushed in at the door. Harry and Ron hurriedly looked up, and before they could see the face of the person who came, they already knew that it was Hermione. If I had to explain, it was her unkempt brown hair, and there was no other girl in Hogwarts other than Hermione who didn't care about her appearance as much as she did.

"Huh, late?" Snape turned his head, a smack coming out of his mouth, "Well done, Miss Jack-of-all-trades." Do you think ......"

He habitually wanted to be sarcastic, and by the way, he could give some more punishment, so that his mood would be even better. But after catching a glimpse of Hermione's textbook clutched to his chest, he snorted impatiently.

"Professor McLean got out of class a little late today......" Hermione explained, standing in the doorway.

As she spoke, she frowned and stared at the portrait on the classroom wall for a few moments, and suddenly felt a little annoyed in her heart.

For Hermione, those portraits were too much, and they shouldn't have been hung on any wall in the world, let alone in a Hogwarts classroom.

"Go over there and stand up, it's time for class!" Snape waved his hand in dismay, and the sleeve of his wizard's robe rattled through the air.

Here, although Hermione wanted to say a few words about the portrait on the wall, she had to suppress the restlessness in her heart when she thought of the conversation with Maca just after class.

In the last class, Maca didn't drag out the class – he never did that in class. Hermione was only late because she took the initiative to ask Maca a few words.

She asked, of course, about Snape, and by the way about what Maca had asked her to do in the back time. Snape broke into her house late at night and watched her for half the night, and the cause of that incident is still a mystery.

As smart as Hermione, she naturally immediately thought of Voldemort and Greenwald, but because the process of that incident was so complicated, even if she was involved in it, she still had no clue.

It's just that Maca never gave a clear enough explanation during her hospitalization at St. Mungo, so she found another opportunity to ask clearly.

However, Maca still didn't tell the cause and effect just now, and this time Hermione only learned part of the story about Snape from him. This includes Snape's past with Harry's mother, as well as Snape's sister Tia.

So now, when Hermione met Snape himself, a rather mixed emotion swelled up in her heart.

"Hermione, is Maca delaying class?"

Seeing Hermione come to them safe and sound, Ron and Harry breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then Harry asked casually.

"Hmm......" Hermione's mind was pulled back to reality by his words, she hesitated, but nodded, "Yes...... Oh, yes! ”

Maybe subconsciously she didn't feel like she should tell Harry about the conversation she had with Maca, after all, she didn't know where to start even if she wanted to—starting with Harry's mother's affair? Don't be silly!

As she answered, she stuffed the magic textbook she was holding in her arms into her bulging school bag, rummaged through it again, and took out another thick magic book.

“…… Put that book away," no one knows how Snape's eyesight was developed, "I don't need that kind of half-baked book in my Defence Against the Dark Arts class." ”

Hermione pulled out the copy of "The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense". This book has been the most used Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook since first grade, and there is no professor other than Umbridge who has not used it. It contains a lot of useful defense charms, as well as a lot of introduction to dark creatures, making it a very informative and reliable book.

But Snape said it was a "half-baked book."

"I think it's important to have a few words with you before we get started," Snape said, standing at the front of the room, in a stiff tone, "so for the rest of the day, I hope you'll be very focused and don't miss a word I say—because I'll only say it once!" ”

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and his cold black eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one, bringing inexplicable pressure to everyone.