pertwk Chapter 628 Dumbledore's Tutoring Lesson
Chapter 628 Dumbledore's Tutoring Lesson
Chapter 628 Dumbledore's Tutoring Lesson
Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Severus Snape, the Potions professor, actually wants to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but for some reason, Headmaster Dumbledore always rejects his applications. This year, however, he finally got his wish.
Actually, Snape did attend Defense Against the Dark Arts class. In his third year, Lupin was too weak after drinking the wolfsbane potion, so Snape substituted for him.
However, that time he was only focused on exposing Lupin's werewolf identity, but this part was too difficult for third-year students, and many of them did not understand it.
Just as the group was talking, Snape appeared in the corridor. He looked exactly the same as before, with greasy hair parted on both sides, framing his sallow face. The people around him immediately fell silent.
Everyone walked into the classroom in silence.
Siren looked around; the place was so much like Snape's. The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out all sunlight, and a row of candles hung between the walls and the ceiling, their dim light barely enough to make out what was happening inside the classroom.
Xilun almost thought he had returned to the underground classroom.
Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class also had a strong personal touch—it was efficient and practical.
Just as he would simplify the tedious potion-making process, Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts course also continued this characteristic.
If you listen carefully, you'll find that what he's saying actually contains many useful tips and tricks. But listening attentively to Snape's lectures is difficult in itself, especially for Harry.
He was put in solitary confinement again for talking back to the professor—exactly the same as in Potions class.
This time, even Hermione was too lazy to say anything to him, and just rolled her eyes at him irritably after class.
"What was Dumbledore thinking, letting him teach us Defense Stance?" Harry said angrily. "Did you notice the way he talked about Dark Magic? All those things that are unpredictable and indestructible have their own unique effects—" He likes Dark Magic.
"Isn't it obvious?" Ron said. "If he didn't like dark magic, why would he have applied to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor so many times?"
Harry looked even angrier.
If it were potions, he would have given up without hesitation, but Defense Against the Dark Arts was his favorite subject, and even if he had to face Snape's sarcasm, he was unwilling to give up so easily.
Perhaps this is a good thing—Harry thought sharply.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship is a cursed position; the course has had six professors to date, or seven if you count Bellatrix disguised as Sirius Black.
From Quirinus Quirrell to Umbridge, these people have come and gone, and now it's Snape's turn.
Hogwarts without Snape—Harry can hardly imagine how wonderful that would be.
"Hey, Siron!"
Just then, someone called to them from behind.
Hearing this, Siron turned his head and saw a Gryffindor. He recognized him, but couldn't remember the other person's name.
"Oh, Harry, you're here too, that's great!" he said as he ran over.
"Hi, Jack," Harry asked. "What's up? If it's about recruiting for the team, I haven't received any approvals yet, so it might be a while longer."
Xiren remembered that this person was Fred and George's backup, and also a hitter, but he rarely played.
Fred and George's teamwork is so seamless that it's an advantage that can't be compensated for by skill alone, especially since their skills are the best.
It looks like he'll finally have a chance to play this year as a backup hitter.
"These are for you," Jack said breathlessly, handing two rolls of parchment to Siron and Harry.
Upon seeing this, Harry instinctively assumed it was another invitation from Slughorn and was about to refuse when he noticed a line of crooked handwriting on it.
This is completely different from the wording on the Slughorn invitation.
Meanwhile, Siron had already unwrapped the parchment scrolls.
Dear Siren:
I plan to start classes on Saturday. Please come to my office at 8 p.m. Please tell Harry that he should be next to you at that time.
Your faithful Albus Dumbledore: I like sour popcorn candy.
The contents of Harry's paper were exactly the same as his, except that he was the one who needed to be relayed to.
"So why did he write two sheets?" Ron looked at the two pieces of parchment. "He knew perfectly well that you two were together."
"Maybe—it looks rather formal?" Siren said uncertainly, "but Snape probably won't be happy about it."
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"Yeah," Harry said with a laugh, "I can't go to his place for time-out on Saturday night!"
This was truly wonderful news; Harry's steps were much lighter on the way to the Great Hall.
The afternoon potions class will not start until after lunch break, so they no longer need to rush to class after lunch like they did last year.
The group returned to the common room and watched as the fifth-grade students rushed off to class without even having a proper rest. They felt a strange mix of emotions – a sense of joy.
They sat by the window, wondering what Dumbledore would teach them.
Ron thought it was likely some special spells and magic unknown to the Death Eaters, but Hermione said it was illegal and that Dumbledore was more likely to teach them some advanced defensive magic.
To be honest, I don't want to learn either of these two types of Xilun, because they're not very meaningful.
It's clearly impossible to expect Dumbledore to make a rapid improvement in his strength and directly surpass and defeat Voldemort based on just a few tutoring sessions with him.
As for defensive magic—all known defensive magic has difficulty blocking the Killing Curse, and Voldemort's forte happens to be the Killing Curse.
Therefore, Xilun wanted to learn some escape magic.
Although it sounds very un-Gryffindor, it was his true thought.
After lunch break, Hermione went to her Arithmetic and Divination get out of class. Siren didn't choose that class; he chose Divination instead.
Harry and Ron didn't choose either subject, so they had even fewer classes than they did in their first year.
But it's different if you add homework.
Hermione was absolutely right. Snape assigned a huge amount of homework, and it was very difficult, requiring the search for the necessary information in seven or eight different books.
Every time Xiren opened a book, she wished Hermione were here; she remembered almost all the books she had read, which would save her a lot of time.
Now that Hermione has gone to class, their progress is as slow as a snail's pace. By the time Potions class is about to start, they have only completed less than a third of the work.
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