"Defence Against the Dark Arts, of course!The school changes teachers so frequently, resulting in this course has always been broken and incomplete, and there are so many dangerous things, we should have made up for it a long time ago..."Roger's fork stirred the macaroni on the plate, but his eyes looked at the other people: "And I don't think it's me who teaches it, but a professional..."

"And who are you targeting?" Hermione's eyes swept around the teacher's seat, and she guessed who the boy was referring to by elimination, "It can't be the new Professor Lupin, right?"

"Bingo~" Roger snapped his fingers in praise. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ginny looked at Professor Lupin in the teacher's seat, his patched robe rather shabby in a crowd of well-dressed teachers: "He doesn't look very reliable..."

"It's not going to be another Lockhart. Neville's first impression of the new professor wasn't very good, as last year's first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson was still fresh in the memory of the little fat man.

"Don't look at him like that, he's quite rich~" Roger said with a smile as he pointed his knife at Professor Lupin.

"Is there a woolen relationship between money and teaching level!" Harry poked his fork and complained, "And he's rich and dressed so badly?"

Roger: "I'm talking about his experience being rich..."

Harry: "That's called experience, okay!?illiterate!"

“......”x4

However, since Roger raised this question, it did resonate with several friends.

Defence Against the Dark Arts class was a joke for two years in a row, resulting in their experience in Wizarding Showdown being limited to the practice they had at the Dueling Club last year, and even that time they were disrupted by Harry's Parseltongue display.

"Roger is right," Hermione agreed with a grim face, "there are many dangers outside of school. ”

During the summer vacation, I took her to see the dark side of society, which obviously made the girl grow a lot.

"It's about preparing us for ourselves, and we have to make sure that we can really protect ourselves when we leave school, and not be helpless like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The girl continued, with an unusually serious expression on her face: "Because we are wizards, we have the ability to protect ourselves, and what is lacking now is the ability to use it. ”

Roger held his cheeks and looked at Hermione who was giving a speech with a smile, and had to sigh that the pedophile Jeff died well...

"And it's not very safe in school," Ginny pouted, as last year's diary and basilisk were also a nuissance for the little girl.

"So, now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Roger put down his knife and fork, elegantly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and then rubbed it against Harry's robe: "If you meet an excellent laborer, you should squeeze him to your heart's content, it just so happens that Professor Lupin is so good~"

At the same moment, the last small piece of pumpkin pie also disappeared from the golden plate, and Lao Deng got up to speak, telling everyone to go back to sleep.

Halfway through the 'Crush Lupin Plan Workshop', it had to be moved to the common room.

After a long journey and a full meal, there were really not many people who could not go back to the dormitory to sleep, which made the conversation of several people more secretive, although Roger had no intention of hiding it at all.

"Are you sure you're going to convince Professor Lupin to teach us?" Hermione asked worriedly as soon as she sat down.

"Of course," Roger was confident, "I'm 100 percent sure I'll be able to fool him..."

"Well, since you're confident," Ginny yawned lazily on the side, "I'd agree to join, but how many people do you think will be willing to join?"

"There are not many soldiers, everyone present is enough, and the rest can take your time and not rush. Roger said with a smile as he fingered his fingers.

Neville winced and hesitated, "That... Can I opt out?"

"What do you think... After listening to our 'Group Mutual Psychotherapy Association' program, do you still have a chance to get out...?" Roger's smile instantly turned gloomy, staring at the little fat man's eyes, and slowly poking his head over.

"Hey, don't talk to yourself and give the extracurricular study group some names that don't sound right!" Hermione interrupted the boy rather dissatisfied.

Roger spread his hands and did not speak.

Harry leaned back in his chair and asked sleepily, "What about the location?"

When it came to serious questions, Hermione also looked serious: "We can ask the professor for an abandoned classroom, which should be agreed upon, and it will also seem more formal." ”

"Don't worry about the location, I know a good place that is extremely hidden and well-equipped, and you are satisfied~" Roger said with a wave of his hand.

"Oh, now that all the problems are settled, I'll go back to bed, and don't forget to inform me when the class comes," said Ginny as she got up from her chair and yawned as she walked towards the girls' dormitory.

Someone took the lead, and Neville breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, "That... Then I'll go back first, and you can talk slowly. ”

Harry, who was also troubled, couldn't resist the temptation of the sleepy bug, and his eyelids drooped for a moment.

Seeing this scene, Roger could only scratch his cheek and say, "Okay... Then I declare that the first anti-black (magic) brigade seminar is officially over!

Hermione rolled her eyes helplessly, why hadn't she noticed Roger's habit of messing with names before?

Go to bed and have no dreams all night.

When he walked into the auditorium for breakfast the next morning, George Weasley was handing out the new class schedule: "Hey, Roger, this is yours..."

"Thank you~" Roger took the class schedule and sat down on the stool, took a bunch of sausages and put them on the plate.

"Wow, that's great, there are several new classes to be taught today. Hermione said happily as she looked at her class schedule.

Roger glanced at the girl's lesson, nine o'clock this morning, divination, nine o'clock, Muggle studies, nine o'clock, arithmetic divination... Counting the lessons of the week, she had to take ten classes.

Hermione sensed Roger's gaze and slipped the class schedule into her bulging bag.

"I advise you to be careful, over-fatigue can lead to obesity," Roger winked at the girl.

Hermione wanted to say something, but Roger had already turned to greet Hagrid, who had just walked into the hall.

Hagrid wore his moleskin coat for all seasons, and a large hand absentmindedly waved a dead chicken marten at them.