The style of painting changed so quickly that the little wizards said they couldn't accept it.

Suddenly changed from a young and beautiful royal sister professor to a serious Professor McGonagall, who can withstand this?

The young wizards were silent and began to pray that they would be able to strike when it was their turn.

"Do you think she's scaring you by saying that you won't be allowed to leave until she does it?"

Professor Krell squinted at Norlin and whispered.

"Uh...... Not quite like that. ”

Norlin glanced at Alice, who was instantly expressionless, and replied. Mainly because there is only one class in the morning, otherwise she can't compete with other professors no matter how she says, right?

"The people of the silver spear take the duel very seriously." Professor Krell clasped his hands on his chest and leaned against the wall and said lightly,

"So any training for duels, they give it their all. And giving up is the last thing they can accept. ”

Norin listened carefully and said casually:

"Talk like you've been in."

"Eh, you little brat, what's the matter with me raising the bar lately?"

Professor Krell tapped him on the head, and he realized that the kid had become more and more disrespectful to him after identifying himself.

"Hey, hey."

Norin didn't hide for a while, of course he was a little more casual with his own family.

On the other side, Smith, who was driven back by Alice, was stunned for a moment, and silently took out his wand again.

However, that doesn't change the fact that his magic skills are low. Spells shot out of his wand one after another, but the birds dodged them again and again.

When the last spell narrowly brushed off with the bird, Smith, who was already pale, fell to his knees.

This time, though, no one laughed at him anymore.

Alice's face seemed to slow down a little, and with a wave of her wand, Smith's body slowly floated to the wall, and said:

"Next, you come."

The named Hufflepuff wizard walked out tremblingly.

As it turned out, this practice was still a bit difficult for first-year wizards. The badger was also exhausted of his magic power, and he failed to touch a single feather of the bird, and was carried down by Alice.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, the young wizards began to think hard about how to succeed.

"Next."

Alice pointed at it casually, and it was a silver-green snake courtyard.

Elena answered. She glanced at Alice calmly, walked to the middle of the classroom, and when she saw where the bird was, she raised her wand.

"The flames are blazing!"

Vast expanses of flames poured out and swooped down on the birds. The bird jumped up and down, but could not escape the cover of the fire net, and was instantly burned into a smoking parchment.

Alice's eyes flashed with a strange color. Quietly, she took out another piece of parchment, turned into a bird again, pointed at Nolin, and said:

"Here you go."

Norin laughed, and with Elena's reference answer, he didn't bother to think of anything else. A familiar web of fire enveloped the bird again.

The parchment, which had not fluttered for half a minute, turned into ashes again, and Alice was slightly stunned, feeling a little unbearable on her face.

She glanced at Norlin with humble eyes, and then took out a piece of parchment, saying in her heart that the old lady didn't believe it, and there could be another person who could cast the fire spell so well.

Next, the little wizards' performance was decent, occasionally one or two consecutive spells, which caught the little bird off guard, and the rest all collapsed.

When it was the last Gryffindor wizard to play, the bell rang suddenly.

The little wizard who had not succeeded looked at Alice worriedly, and sure enough, the words spit out from that thin lip made them fall into an ice cave:

"I didn't succeed in staying, and the magic was restored and I continued. The rest can go. ”

Norlin looked sympathetically at the little wizards in the classroom, thought for a moment, and said to Smith:

"I'll wait for you."

"No, you can go first."

Smith, who had been silent since he came down, spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

Norin smiled, didn't talk too much nonsense, and walked out of the classroom.

Professor Krell slipped up to Alice and whispered with a little concern:

"Is it really going to break them?"

"It's nothing compared to my training."

Alice was unmoved. Soon, the sound of a spell hitting the wall sounded again in the classroom.

……

The news of the arrival of a Devil's Teaching Assistant at Hogwarts was immediately known, and everyone soon experienced it for themselves.

Defence Against the Dark Arts is definitely the most feared subject for young wizards these days, and even Snape looks a little cuteer in comparison.

The senior students, in particular, almost cried and complained to Dumbledore after taking two Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons.

"It is said that Assistant Teacher Alice scolded them for being worthless in the first class, and beat them all down by one person."

George said with a sigh of relief.

"What's even more terrifying is that the more the woman fights, the more energetic she becomes, and there is nothing to do in the wheel war."

Fred added, "Just Charlie and Tonks can play a few tricks with her." Tonks is a pre-Auror, I really don't know where the headmaster found such a terrifying woman. ”

Only then did Norlin know that she was the lightest in the first grade.

Senior students generally do not have strong practical skills, which Norlin still knows. There were even people who didn't even have the disarming spell and the iron armor spell from time to time, which made Norin a little unbelievable.

"Do you still think she's pretty?"

Norin asked with a smile.

"Pretty is really beautiful, but I can't afford to mess with it."

Fred wistfully slipped a piece of cake into his mouth.

"Alice's assistant is also for us."

Zhang Qiu was upset with Alice, who was one of the few people who got out of class on time.

Yes, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class is now the goal of young wizards to get out of class on time.

"It's a Quidditch final in a few days, and Charlie was beaten by her to doubt her life a little, and I don't know if she can maintain her condition in this final."

"Professor McGonagall is hinting that Gryffindor hasn't won a championship for years, which in her opinion is as incredible as the resurrection of the Mystery."

George let out a hot breath and shook his body and said.

Recently, the temperature at Hogwarts has cooled down again, and the sky has snowflakes again.

When it came to Quidditch, Zhang Qiu became interested and talked to them endlessly. Smith has been talking less since that class and looks like an autistic teenager.

Norlin looked out the window, and he was back in the world. On a rare holiday, young wizards excitedly build snowmen outside, temporarily throwing aside the fears of Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons.

In the distance, a man of exaggerated stature staggered to the castle like he had drunk fake wine, braving the wind and snow.

Halfway through, his body shook a little and he collapsed in the snowstorm.