I'm Marcus, a member of the great Slytherin House.

Now in my fourth year, I am considered the "Big Brother" by countless people, and most people at Hogwarts respect me.

Although I have never had the habit of writing in the past, deep down in my heart, there has always been a voice calling to me today, hoping to record today's experience so as not to cause regrets.

I went to school that morning and I went late.

I was afraid that Professor Griffin would scold me, and besides, he had said that he would test our receptivity to the dark arts, but I couldn't even say a word. I guess I should stop going to school and take a sick leave to play in the Forbidden Forest.

The weather is so warm and so sunny!

The thrush sings like a song by the edge of the woods; In the hunting ground behind the castle, Rubeus Hagrid was training a large dog.

Aren't these things much more fun than the Dark Arts variety?

But I didn't expect that I would be able to control myself and run towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Uncle Marcus is really an amazing person, he can bear it." I thought to myself.

As I walked past the College Cup scoring hourglass near the cafeteria, I saw a large number of people standing in front of the billboard.

For the last two years, all the bad news has come from there: bans, bans, all sorts of orders that Filchken has begged Dumbledore...... Etcetera.

I didn't stop, I just thought to myself, "What's going on?" ”

The Warrington boy was huddled there with his little boys to read the post, and when he saw me running down the hallway, he shouted to me, "You don't need to be so fast, Marcus, you won't be in time to get to the classroom anyway!" ”

Thinking that this little bastard would dare to make a joke about me, I rushed to Professor Griffin's classroom out of breath.

On weekdays, when school starts, there is always a commotion, which can be heard even in the hallway.

The desks are open, the desks are closed, everyone is chatting about a wonderful game of wizard chess that was fought last night, and some "good students" are afraid of noisy and cover their ears and endorse loudly......

and Professor Griffin holding his wand and tapping rhythmically on the blackboard, making a rhythmic "Be quiet, be quiet...... sound.

I had planned to sneak up to my seat while there was a lot of noise.

But that day it was as quiet as Sunday morning.

I looked in through the open window and saw my classmates in their seats, and Professor Griffin pacing around, with the wand that could perform many magical spells under his arm.

I had no choice but to push open the door and walk through the quiet classroom in front of everyone, you can imagine how red my face was and how panicked I was!

Damn, how did Uncle Marcus blush!

But there was nothing at all, and Professor Griffin saw me, and said very gently, "Sit down, Mr. Marcus, we are about to start our class, and we will not wait for you." ”

I sat down as soon as I jumped over the bench.

It was only when my mind calmed a little that I noticed that our teacher was wearing his very ornate silver chain mail today, wearing his round shield on his left upper arm and a one-handed sword hanging from his waist.

Professor Griffin wore it until one day he got used to the atmosphere of Hogwarts and began to wear casual clothes in class, which was the first time I saw Professor Griffin in wizarding robes.

Now, he only wore it on days when Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall came to inspect or had students going to war, and there was an unusually serious atmosphere in the classroom.

What surprised me the most was the number of Slytherin students sitting in the rows of normally empty chairs in the back, who were as silent as we were.

Among them, there are many people who are absent from work all the year round, wearing his wizard hat crookedly, and there are many pure-blood families who have no hope of inheritance, and they are afraid that their grades are too good to cause the heirs to worry, so they can only mess around every day.

There were others, all of whom seemed to be very sad.

Some of them also carried a book that they had barely read, and they opened it and spread it on their laps, with their quill lying horizontally on it.

I was amazed at what I saw, and Professor Griffin had straightened up, and said to us in a soft, serious voice, as he had just spoken to me:

"My children, this is the last time I will teach you lessons.

I've submitted my resignation to Headmaster Dumbledore, and the old Headmaster has tried to keep me many times, but I've still refused.

You'll meet a great new teacher next school year.

Today is your last Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and I hope you will study it with a lot of heart. ”

When I heard these words, I felt very sad.

Bastard, what was posted on the billboard in the hallway turned out to be like this!

My last Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson!

I barely know how to shield yet!

I can't learn those magical shield magic anymore!

Is that all there is to it?

I'm counting on Professor Griffin to teach me the Iron Charm by the time I'm in sixth grade!

I didn't study well before, so I skipped class to find a bird's nest and go ice skating in the Black Lake...... How remorseful I am when I think of this!

My textbooks, "Classification of Dark Magic", "Classification of Damage to Magical Creatures", I thought it was so annoying just now, and it was so heavy to carry, and now it seems like my old friends, and I am reluctant to break up with them.

And Professor Griffin, too, he's leaving, and I'll never see him again!

Thinking of this, I forgot the punishment he gave me, and forgot the reprimand I received.

We poor people!

He put on that beautiful set of chain mail, which turned out to commemorate this last lesson!

Now I understand why the people in my class who are constantly absent from class come to sit in the classroom.

It seems to tell me that they also regret not being in class often.

It was like a way for them to thank our teachers for their loyal service over the past year, to show their respect for the great teachers who were about to be lost.

I was thinking about this when I suddenly heard my teacher call my name.

It was my turn to endorse.

God, if I could sort out that notoriously difficult piece of black magic from beginning to end, with a loud voice, a clear voice, and not the slightest mistake, then I would be willing to pay for it.

But I was confused by the first few words, and I had to stand there and stagger, so uncomfortable that I didn't even dare to lift my head. I heard Professor Griffin say to me:

"I don't blame you, Mr. Marcus, you must be uncomfortable enough.

That's it, everyone thinks every day: 'Forget it, there is time, it's not too late to study tomorrow.'" Now look at our results.

Alas, it is the greatest misfortune of people in the ivory tower in times of peace to put off their studies until tomorrow.

Now those guys have a reason to say to us, 'What? You still have the face to say that you are a teacher, you can't even teach the students in your own school, and you can't even memorize the most basic! ’

However, poor Marcus, it is not your fault alone, and there is much to blame for all of us. ”

"Your parents don't care enough about your studies. For the glory of the so-called pure-blood family, they would rather ask you to drop your books and shout at you to do what you want, and try to eat and die without learning or knowing.

What about me, don't I have a place to blame myself? Didn't I often make you drop your homework and listen to me tell you about some amazing adventures?

I thought I'd talk about my past experiences in a more interesting way, maybe you'll love this course? ”

Professor Griffin then went from one thing to another, and finally to Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Defence Against the Dark Arts is the most complex and difficult course in the world, he said, and true masters need to master all kinds of spells with the most understanding and precision.

He also said that we must keep it in our hearts and never forget it, and when war resumes one day, as long as we keep in mind what this course teaches, it is like holding a key that opens the door to survival.

With that, he opened the book and talked about magic.

It's weird, I heard it all today, and I understand it all.

He seemed to be very easy, very easy, I don't think I had ever listened so carefully, he seemed to explain everything so patiently all the time.

The great knight seemed eager to teach us all that he knew before he left, and to put it into our minds at once.

After the analysis class on the dark arts, we went to the actual combat class.

That day, Professor Griffin finally taught us new magic, which was a top-of-the-line shield spell that he had created entirely of his own:

"Damage Dissolve", "Small Anti-Damage Shield", "Resolve to Fight", "Fracture Continue".

These magic are copied in our notebooks, as if the knowledge of eternal gold floats in our hearts.

Everyone was so attentive and the classroom was so quiet!

I could hear the sound of a pen rustling on the paper, and sometimes some beetles with a metallic sheen flew in, but no one paid attention, not even the naughtiest bastard of the past.

The pigeons on the roof were cooing and cooing, and I thought to myself, "Professor Griffin shouldn't have told us again, 'Next time!'" ”

After all, there will be no next time!

Every time I looked up, I saw Professor Griffin sitting in his chair, motionless, staring at everything around him, as if he wanted to take everything in the small classroom with him.

Just think about it: he's been here for the whole year, with the expansive lawn of the school outside the window and the students he's been teaching for a year.

The shield and sword that had been used for many years were still sharp, and the golden griffin he had asked Hagrid to take care of was now fat and strong enough to fight at any time.

What a great professor, how can he not be sad to break up with all this now? Not to mention the fact that now he has generously and selflessly taught so much of his own magic!

Sadly, Professor Griffin will be leaving this place for good next year.

However, he had enough courage to persevere in today's lesson to the end, and after the initial attempt of the actual combat class, almost all of them had a shallow shield lingering on their bodies, and he couldn't help but smile with relief.

He also talked about some of his past combat experience, how I only listened to his experience as a story before, but I didn't expect to miss out on so much combat skills and survival knowledge.

He was so emotional that even his voice trembled a little.

Hearing his strange voice, we wanted to laugh and feel sad at the same time.

Ay! I'll never forget this last lesson!

Suddenly, the castle bell struck twelve times, and finally the time for the end of class came.

Outside the window, Hagrid was heard reprimanding his big dog.

Professor Griffin stood up, full of momentum.

Everyone's eyes were full of shock, my face was very pale, at this moment, all the pride of the pure-blood family seemed to fade, without the cover of those things, I felt that he had never been so tall.

"My children," he said, "I—I—"

But he stayed even more, and he couldn't go on.

He turned to the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and with all his strength, wrote a few lines of large letters:

"Long live the light!"

"Long live justice!"

"Protect all that is dear to you!"

Then he stayed there, with his head against the wall, and without saying a word, he made a gesture to us: "It's time for school, you guys go." ”

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