Ron fiddled with the broken wand, looking at the part wrapped in the middle of the cloth, his mood became slightly low, and in order not to recall the picture of the broken wand, he put down the wand in his hand and picked up a copy of "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" on the table.

Ron flipped a page and was greeted by an illustrated portrait of a werewolf. Looking at the familiar illustrations, Ron guessed that he had learned the knowledge in the first grade, but when he read the lines below the illustrations, he had the feeling that he hadn't learned them in the first grade.

Barely reading a page, he decisively closed the book with both hands and pushed it aside. This written knowledge gave him a headache.

Seeing that "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" was back in its original position, Ron thought to himself, I can't meet a werewolf at school anyway, so I won't waste brain cells for now.

After self-hypnosis, he was in a happy mood and glanced at Hermione beside him. Hermione is found looking at a brand new hardcover book called Chadwick's Magic: One.

Looking at the copy of "The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" that he inherited from Percy on his desk, Ron couldn't help but feel a little mixed in his heart.

It's nice to have a golden Gallon, Ron sighed.

Still, he wanted to say to the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor he hadn't met before, you're such a nice guy. It's great that you don't have to force the purchase of textbooks.

Watch as more and more students enter the classroom, except for those in Gryffindor and Slytherin. Ron discovers that Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students have also entered the classroom.

"Hermione, this seems to be the first time we've had four house students in class together, I really don't know how Headmaster Dumbledore would agree to let the four houses take classes together, there are so many students in the class, can the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor teach us well?"

“......”

Hermione glanced at Ron and continued to look at the book in her hand, she didn't have time to discuss this boring thing with Ron.

In order to behave well in front of Professor Graves, she has been reading the list of books that Rick recommended to them, the collection of Chadwick's Magic, since the opening dinner.

Seeing that Hermione ignored him, Ron didn't want to be bored, so he took out the spot in his pocket and put it on the table. One person and one mouse began to play.

Someone strolling leisurely in a corridor didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed or anxious about being late for class.

Rick walked briskly, remembering how clever he had been in convincing Dumbledore to merge all of his house peers into a Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

It's really cool to halve the working hours, Rick is secretly cool.

I remember the day before school started, after Rick got the class schedule, he couldn't help but fall into self-doubt as he looked at his daily full schedule. Except for the first-year wizards who only have one Defence Against the Dark Arts class per week; The little wizards of the other grades have two large classes per week, each of which lasts two hours.

Coupled with the fact that the four houses were joined in pairs, it didn't take long for Rick to calculate that he would have to work fifty-two hours, and he understood that Dumbledore was exploiting himself in the thorn fruitland, and immediately rushed into Dumbledore's office to protest.

After a night of arguing between the two, Dumbledore redistributed each professor's class schedule the next day.

The other professors also understood that the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Rick Graves, had managed to convince Dumbledore to have the Defence Against the Dark Arts closed in the Four Houses.

......

"Ron, Hermione. How can you leave me there and enter the classroom early? You don't know how awkward the scene just was. ”

Finally able to get rid of the entanglement of the bastard Colin, Harry trotted all the way through the crowd into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, and when he looked up, he immediately saw the red hair that belonged to Ron Weasley.

Rearranging the books in his hand that had been a little messy after the collision, Harry trotted over to Ron's side again, put his butt on the stool, and complained that the two were not righteous enough to relieve him.

"I don't want to be late for the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class of the new semester, and it's Professor Graves' first class. The most important thing is that being late will deduct points for Gryffindor and will leave a bad impression in front of Professor Graves. ”

Hermione glanced at Harry and retorted impatiently. Ignoring Harry's surprised eyes, she continued to look at the book in her hand.

"Who is Professor Graves?"

"Ron, I don't know."

Ron subconsciously asked Harry, who was also a little confused.

After driving a magic car into Beater Willow, they were taken to Professor Snape's office and did not attend the banquet.

And for the past two days, their attention has been fixed on 'Why did they hit the wall at platform nine and three-quarters?' Why did it break the beating willow? And so on these questions that the young wizards of Hogwarts never dared to imagine.

So this is the first time they've heard about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor this year.

"Professor Rick Graves is the youngest professor in the history of Hogwarts School, and was hired by Headmaster Dumbledore from faraway America to teach us Defence Against the Dark Arts class. He's not just young, he's very handsome! Even more handsome than the Gildelow we met at the Blotts!! ”

Hearing that Harry and Ron beside him didn't know who Graves was, Hermione suddenly closed the book in her hand, looked up and turned to look at the two of them, and said with a serious expression.

"Unfortunately, Professor Graves is from the United States, and we know very little about him." Ignoring whether the two understood, Hermione sighed again.

"We?" Harry could clearly sense that Hermione's 'we' didn't include him and Ron.

"Ahh It's nothing. It's been five minutes since class, why hasn't the professor come yet? Are you lost? After realizing that she had said something she had missed, Hermione blushed and hurriedly changed the subject.

It seems to be to confirm that the eternal truth of "say Cao Cao, Cao Cao to" is also applicable in the wizarding world. As soon as Hermione finished speaking, the wooden door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom was blown open by an inexplicable breeze.

A young man in a black trench coat and carrying a black square box in his left hand and a reddish-brown calfskin briefcase in his right hand walked up to the podium.

Seeing someone enter, the originally noisy classroom instantly became quiet.

Rick placed the box containing Pandora in his hand on the side of the lectern, then lay the briefcase in front of him. He opened the briefcase and didn't know what he was looking for, but the next second he stopped his movements, raised his head to look at the little wizards below, and smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry, but a cat just got lost and delayed you for some time because of sending it back to its owner. I hope you don't mind. ”

Ignoring the reactions of the young wizards, Rick continued to rummage through his briefcase with his head down.

"The cat Professor Graves picked up can't be Lady Loris, right? How could it get lost!! Looking at Rick, who was busy in front of the classroom, Ron looked down at Harry, questioning Rick's reason for being late.