Neville will take a little longer to tidy up; When Professor McGonagall looked down at his application, she looked at O. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.infoW. L。 At the time of the results, there was a worried look on his round face.

"Herbal class, good," she said. "Professor Sprout sees you with an 'excellent' O. W。 L。 You'll be happy when your grades come back to her class, and you can continue to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts because your grades are 'beyond expectations'. But the problem is Transfiguration. I'm sorry, Longbottom, a 'pass' is just not good enough for you to continue with N. E。 W。 T。 level, I just don't think you have what it takes to handle this class. Neville hung his head. Professor McGonagall stared at him through her square-rimmed glasses.

"But why do you want to continue learning shapeshifting? I don't think you really like it. ”

Neville looked pained, muttering something that sounded like "My grandma hopes."

"Hmph," Professor McGonagall scoffed. "Your grandmother should have learned to be proud of her grandson, not for the one she thought her grandson should be—especially after what happened to the Ministry of Magic." Neville blushed and blinked in confusion; Professor McGonagall had never praised him before.

"I'm sorry, Longbottom, I can't let you into my N. E。 W。 T。 Class. However, I see you got 'Exceeded Expectations' in Charms class - why not try N. E。 W。 T。 What about the level of Charms lessons? "Grandma doesn't find it interesting to take a Charms class," Neville muttered.

"Just take Charms class," Professor McGonagall said, "and I'll write to Augusta to remind her that she can't just because she didn't pass Charms herself." W。 L。 The exam determined that the course was not valuable. She smiled at Neville's skeptical face, picked up a blank class schedule and tapped it lightly with her wand, then handed it to him, which was already full of his new lessons in detail.

Professor McGonagall then turned to Parvati Patil, and her first question was whether Ferencze, the handsome centaur, was still teaching divination.

"He and Professor Trelawney co-teach this class this year," Professor McGonagall said with a little disapproval; Everyone knew that she looked down on the divination class. "The sixth grade class is led by Professor Trelawney." Five minutes later, Parvati looked a little dejected and set off for a divination lesson.

"Potter, Potter, ......then," Professor McGonagall turned to Harry as she looked through the records. Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbs, Transfiguration...... No problem. I must say, I'm happy with your Transfiguration score, Potter, very satisfied. So, why don't you apply to continue your Potions class? I remember your ambition was to be an Auror? ”

"Yes, but you tell me O. W。 L。 You have to be 'excellent', Professor. ”

"That was the case when Professor Snape led the course. Professor Slavhorn, however, is willing to accept those who are in O. W。 L。 Students who get 'beyond expectations' in the exam. Do you want to continue your Potions class? ”

"Yes," Harry said, "but I didn't buy the Potions textbook and ingredients......"

"I'm sure Professor Slavhorn can lend you some," Professor McGonagall said. "Very good, Potter, here's your class schedule. Oh, and by the way - there are 20 people who have signed up to play on the Quidditch team in Gryffindor. I will give you the list according to the predetermined procedure, and you can pick a gap to arrange the selection. ”

A few minutes later, Ron had booked his lesson, just like Harry's, and the two of them left the table together.

"Look," Ron happily looked at the class schedule, "it's okay now, not after the morning break...... Still no ...... after lunch That's great. ”

They returned to the common room, where there was no one but half a dozen seventh-year students, and Katie Bell, the last remaining member of the team Harry had left when he joined the Quidditch team in his first year.

"I knew you'd get it, well done," she said loudly, pointing to the captain's badge on Harry's chest. "Tell me when you're going to start the auditions!"

"Don't be stupid," Harry said, "you don't have to go to the auditions, I've been watching you fight for five years......"

"You can't make that head," she admonished him. "I don't know if there's anyone outside the team who is playing better than me. The captain only uses old faces, or covers his friends to come in, and that's how a good team is ruined......"

Ron looked a little uneasy, and he began to play the fanged frisbee that Hermione had confiscated from the fourth-year students. It was circling the common room, roaring and trying to bite the tapestries. Crookshank stared at it with its yellow eyes, hissing as soon as it approached.

An hour later, they reluctantly left the sunlit common room and descended four floors to take the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Hermione was already lining up outside, hugging a pile of books with a deceived look on her face.

"We have so much homework in our Ancient Magic Texts class," she said anxiously as she saw Harry and Ron approaching. "A 15-inch paper, two translations, and I have to read them all by Wednesday!"

"It's a pity," Ron yawned.

"You wait," Hermione said hatefully. "I bet Snape will set us up a lot."

As he spoke, the classroom door opened, and Snape paced into the hallway, two bundles of greasy black hair draped over the sides of his dish-colored face. The queue immediately fell silent.

"Come in." He said.

Harry went in and looked around. Snape had given the house his personality; The curtains were drawn, the candles were lit, and it looked even darker than before. The walls were decorated with new portraits, many of which depicted people who looked in pain, as if they had been in terrible pain or with strangely shaped twisted limbs. Everyone sat down in silence and looked around at the gloomy, terrifying portraits.

"I didn't let you take out your textbooks," Snape said, closing the door, turning to stand behind the lectern and facing the class; Hermione hurriedly put "Against the Faceless Monster" back in her bag and stuffed it under her chair. "I want you to listen to me with all my attention." His dark eyes swept over their looking faces and lingered on Harry's face for a moment.

"I'm sure you've been taught by five teachers so far." Do you believe...... It's like you didn't see them coming and going, Snape, and I hope you're next, Harry thought viciously.

"Naturally, these teachers have their own approaches and focuses. This led to the current confusion, and I was amazed at how many people had mixed up with O. W。 L。。 If you can manage to keep up with the deeper N. E。 W。 T。 course, I would be even more surprised. Snape began to pace around the room, speaking in a deep voice; The class was up to their necks to keep Snape visible.

"The dark arts," Snape said, "are many, variety, ever-changing and eternal. Fighting them is like dealing with a multi-headed monster, with each neck severed to grow a more ferocious and intelligent head. You are fighting against something that is not fixed, constantly mutating, and indestructible. ”

Harry stared at Snape. There was no doubt that the Dark Arts were treated as a dangerous enemy, but why was it that Snape spoke of them with a heartfelt affection?

"Your defenses," Snape said a little louder, "must therefore be as nimble and creative as the spells you are trying to destroy. The portraits," he said, pointing to a few of them as he passed them, "showed a true picture of how those people endured harm, such as the Mind Curse," and he pointed to a wizard who was screaming in pain, "kissed by a Dementor", who was glazed over, curled up and collapsed by the wall, "or provoked an attack by the Shadowfish", a bloody mass on the ground.

"So has anyone seen Yin Feili yet?" Parvati Patil screamed. "Are you sure, he's using them?"

"The Dark Lord has used the Shadow Fly in the past," Snape said, "and that means it's wise for you to imagine that he might activate them again." Now ......"

He walked to the other end of the classroom to the other side of the podium, and the class watched his black robe churn behind him again.

“…… I'm sure you're completely new to using silent spells. What are the benefits of silent spells? Hermione's hand was raised.

Snape calmly glanced at everyone and made sure he had no choice before he said briefly, "Very well—Miss Granger?" ”

"Your opponent can't predict what kind of magic you're going to cast," Hermione said, "and it gives you a momentary advantage. ”

"The answer is an almost verbatim copy of the words from Standard Spells, Level 6," Snape said contemptuously, "but it is generally correct. Yes, those who can use magic without chanting spells can gain a surprise effect for their spells. Of course, not all wizards can do this; The problem is that some people have a great ability to concentrate their minds," he glared at Harry again with hostility, "scarcity. ”

Harry knew Snape was thinking about their disastrous Occlumency lesson last year. He met Snape's gaze and glared at him until Snape looked away.

"Now you are separated," Snape continued, "in pairs. One tries to cast a spell on your partner silently. The other tried to resist the spell with the same silence. Let's go. ”

Unbeknownst to Snape, Harry had already taught at least half of the classroom how to cast the Iron Charm last year. But no one can perform this magic without making a sound.

A certain number of people then start cheating; Many people simply chant mantras quietly instead of loudly. As a typical example, Hermione managed to resist Neville's whispered soft-legged spell for ten minutes, without making a sound, and any reasonable teacher would have awarded Gryffindor 20 points, Harry thought bitterly, while Snape ignored it.

He walked back and forth as they practiced, like an oversized bat as before, and stopped to see Ron and Harry struggling to complete his task.

Ron looked as if he was trying to cast a spell on Harry, his face flushed purple and his lips closed tightly to resist the temptation to say the incantation. Harry wand in hand, waiting on pins and needles to resist the spell that never seemed to appear.

"Poor Weasley," Snape said after waiting a moment. "Look—I'll show you—" He snapped his wand at Harry.

Harry reacted instinctively; He forgot all thoughts about the silent spell and shouted, "Armor for protection!" His Iron Charm was so strong that Snape lost his balance and crashed into a desk.

The entire class turned to them, now staring at Snape's grim face struggling to brace himself.

"Do you remember when I told you we were practicing silent spells, Potter?"

"Yes." Harry said stiffly.

"Yes, sir."

"You don't have to call me sir, Professor."

The words slipped out of his mouth before he realized what he was saying.

Several students, including Hermione, gasped. Behind Snape's back, however, Ron, Dean and Seamus all grinned appreciatively.

"Confinement, Saturday night, in my office," Snape said, "I don't allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter...... Even the 'True Destiny' is no exception. ”

"It's so beautiful, Harry!" Ron smiled happily as they walked back to rest.

"You really shouldn't have said that," Hermione said, frowning at Ron. "What's wrong with you?"

"He's going to cast a spell on me, maybe you haven't noticed!" Harry said angrily. "I've had enough of those Occlumenclumc classes! Why didn't he use another guinea pig for the demonstration? What exactly was Dumbledore playing to get him to teach the defense class? Do you hear him talk about black magic? He loves them! All the 'indefinite', 'indestructible' nonsense—"

"Well," said Hermione, "I think he sounds a little bit like you." ”

"Like me?" "Yes, you told us how you felt when you faced Voldemort. You say it's not just about reciting a whole bunch of spells, you say it's only up to you, your wit, and your courage - well, isn't that what Snape was talking about? Doesn't it boil down to courage and quick thinking? ”

Harry's anger was gone, as Hermione thought what he said was just as memorable as the Standard Spell, and he didn't argue anymore.

"Harry! Hey, Harry! Harry looked around; Jack Sloaner, one of the Gryffindor Quidditch team's batsmen last year, was running towards him with a roll of parchment.

"For you," Slapple gasped, "listen, I heard you're the new captain. When will the selection start? ”

"I'm not sure yet," said Harry, who privately felt that Sloaner would have to expect a miracle if he was back on the team. "I'll let you know."

"Oh, okay. I wish I could have been this weekend—" But Harry didn't listen; He had just recognized the thin, slanted handwriting on the parchment.

So he hurried away with Ron and Hermione, leaving Sloaner halfway through his sentence, unfolding the parchment as he ran.

Dear Harry: I would like to begin teaching you individually this Saturday. I hope you will come to my office at eight o'clock in the evening. Have a great first day back at school.

Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore, I love sour lollipops.

Harry's mood suddenly became a lot happier.

If it were Dumbledore, I'd be able to learn it soon...... He thought so.