The first lesson of the day was Defence Against the Dark Arts class - Snape's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

To be honest, everyone really loves and hates this class now. Because you'll never guess what Snape will come up with in the next class to toss your nerves.

In fact, since Snape has also experienced a series of events and choices, and has a younger sister, the direction of his life seems to have begun to take a subtle turn.

If Snape, who used to teach Potions, was more perfunctory, now that he is in charge of the defense class, he obviously has a lot of interest in it.

Earlier, at breakfast, Professor McGonagall spoke of Maca's influence on Hogwarts. Especially the growth of the little wizards, among which Maca's contribution is not insignificant.

However, Snape's informative, rigorous Defence Against the Dark Arts curriculum was a great help to the students' progress in practice.

At the very least, the members were able to face it calmly in the city of London, where black-robed monsters were everywhere, and this had to be thanks to Snape's class arrangement.

Because all the young wizards who have taken his classes have basically been frightened by his various and varied methods, and often more than once.

Of course, in the lead-up to today's lesson, everyone seemed to be a little uninterested in what Snape would bring to them.

If it had been in the past, the young wizards would have been discussing it in the hallway outside this classroom in horror.

"Oh, I think I'm starting to miss what this corridor looks like at Christmas......"

Ron held a few books and looked at the paintings on the wall in a daze, muttering under his mouth.

In fact, there are many classmates who are looking at that painting right now, and he is not the only one who is thinking this way.

"yes!" Simon on the side also sighed.

It can be seen that the painting hanging near the door of the defense class classroom is actually new.

The dark corridor that Maca and Sarah had created together during the Christmas event has of course been removed.

But perhaps Professor McGonagall felt that he should leave a memorial or something, so there was an additional magical oil painting depicting the scene in the corridor at that time.

The content of the painting is simple, just repeating the scenes in the terrifying dark magic corridor.

Just looking at it can be quite eerie for the viewer, especially when the Dementor appears at the end, which always startles people.

But if you add the brass nameplate at the bottom of the painting, the names of the students who have successfully broken through all the levels are engraved there, and you can't help but smile nostalgically.

This is also the mark that Maca left at Hogwarts...... No, rather, it was like you could see Maca everywhere in Hogwarts.

"Looking at this, it always makes me think that Maca may not come back."

Ron only thought about it silently in his mind - he didn't say it, because no one wanted to hear that Maca had left Hogwarts for good, not even himself.

"It's just 'leaving'...... It's just 'leaving'. ”

"Click—"

The door to the classroom was abruptly opened, and Snape, who was still in darkness, stood in the doorway, glancing coldly at the sixth-graders outside.

"Come in."

Before he could finish speaking, the bell rang on time, and it was evident that Snape was still fighting for time.

After seeing him drop a sentence, he simply turned around and walked inside, and stood silently beside the podium.

The sixth-year students of Slytherin and Gryffindor followed suit, and they all went to their seats without saying a word.

In Snape's class, even the two rival House students were quite restrained. Especially in the current defense class, no one still has the intention of fighting each other for a long time.

"Bang!"

"I don't need textbooks for today's lesson, so I put the books down."

After Snape slammed his wand and shut down the teachers, he was the first to give everyone a heads-up. As is customary, once Snape says that he doesn't need a textbook, it means that the lesson will teach something that is not in the textbook.

And that knowledge, while having a high use value, will make people feel uncomfortable at the psychological and even physical levels.

Remember, there is never anything easy about improving classes!

"You all already know about the disaster in London some time ago, and...... There seem to be a few more ...... here that I have personally experienced."

"Because the calamity is imminent, and it is still very closely related to the dark arts, the class has specially added a few related lessons."

With that, Snape suddenly raised his wand and flicked his backhand at the blackboard.

"And this lesson is about the dark magical creatures that took the lives of many wizards and Muggles in that catastrophe - the Dementors."

As Snape said the name of the monster, there was a stick figure of the monster on the blackboard.

"It's actually a new dark creature that hasn't been documented before, so it's just a random name for me." Snape continued, "They have a similar appearance to Dementors, but are smaller, closer to human height. ”

"According to McLean—"

Halfway through the sentence, Snape apparently realized that something was wrong, and immediately changed his words:

"According to the research provided by Mr. Macca McLean when he treated the wounded at St. Mungo, there is four pieces of evidence that they are not naturally evolved creatures, but are artificially modified using dark magic."

"And these four pieces of evidence are ......"

Over the course of the lesson, it became clear to everyone that this was a rare Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson of pure theory—a rarity in Snape's usual "theory and practice" Defence class.

But perhaps because Snape had quoted a lot of research from Maca in this lesson, and because this terrible monster had just wreaked havoc in London, no one in the whole class had any intention of letting up.

It wasn't until two full hours had passed that everyone closed their notebooks as Snape announced the end of class, and one by one they got up to leave the classroom.

The Snape-like classroom was still so dim, but it wasn't as heavy as the shadows in the hearts of the big guys.

Because Snape had made it clear that all this information was bought from a life that was as fresh as they were.

After the students had hurried away and hurried to the next class, Snape silently eliminated the illustrations and boards that filled the blackboard with a wave of his hand.

"Hmph."

Somehow, he snorted softly, and his eyes, which were originally slightly empty, suddenly became extremely deep.

After a slight pause and a blank thought, he inexplicably seemed to say to himself casually:

"Don't die outside."

……

What Snape was talking about was naturally Maca, after all, Helmaugh's powerful and discerning people knew it at a glance...... But Marca, is he going to die?

At least he felt that he couldn't die for the time being.

While the young wizards were all attending classes at Hogwarts, Maca was wandering aimlessly alone on the outskirts of London.

Yes, because he didn't know where the hell was where Helbo was hiding and didn't want him to find out, he could only walk and think like this. While trying to try their luck on the principle of not wasting time, some details that may have been missed are inferred.

As far as we know, it's probably true that the gray shadow is going to the suburbs.

Of course, it is said to be a suburb, but there is no real wilderness around the city of London.

Although the population is certainly much smaller than in the city, there are still homes and residents everywhere, and even seem to be more prosperous than some of the more remote towns.

"I always feel a little ...... Is it a change in mood? ”

Walking slowly on this path, you can see the houses on the side of the road. Perhaps it is also true that in the suburbs, there is much more green from plants than in the cities.

The tall trees on the side of the road, the branches and bushes that poke out of people's yards, and the buds that begin to emerge in early spring......

The scent of nature tends to make people feel good, especially when spring is in full swing.

However, at this time, when Maca was feeling the vitality surrounded by green, there was still a lingering emptiness in her heart.

Looking up slightly, he looked at the white sky—that was probably his mood right now, right? Although it is illuminated by the daytime, it is still always overshadowed, far less pleasant than the clear sky.

At this moment, a wave of magic power swooped down quickly from the air and landed steadily not far from Maca's side.

Immediately afterward, Sirius, who had lifted the illusion spell, revealed his form.

"Maka, do you have any new discoveries here?"

Seeing Sirius roll over from the broomstick and land, Maca spread her hands and said, "No...... I even felt like I was just walking alone. ”

"Why don't you pause for a while?" Sirius waved his hand and gestured in the direction of the city of London behind him, "There's a message from St. Mungo's that they might need you to go...... You know. ”

"Well," Maca nodded immediately, as if a little abruptly, "when you do the math, it's really about the same." ”

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