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Chapter 38 confirms it: Professor Delfino is a novice!

An eerie silence fell over the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Harry looked at Professor Delphinor standing behind the podium, his blinking green eyes flashing with hesitation.

Uh... how should I put it...

Professor Delfino emphasized the importance of self-learning ability for them to master defensive techniques.

Harry thought this was the correct conclusion—if the course was indeed taught by Professor Delfino, who frequently changed instructors and whose teaching levels varied greatly.

but-

"What's wrong, Miss Abbott?"

Harry saw a blonde girl with two thick ponytails timidly raise her hand.

"You mean, you intend for us to learn the book entirely on our own, Professor Delfino?"

"Oh, I'm sitting right here, Miss Abbott. If you have any questions, you can come up and ask me."

Delfino said in a friendly tone.

Harry could tell that most of the students were uneasy about this "unconventional" teaching method. Neville was a typical example of this, his round face filled with fear.

Of course, there are also a very few who are "uncooperative".

For example, that girl named Hermione Granger—Harry always had a confident look on his face when he saw her.

"Any other questions?"

Professor Delfino seemed unaware of the trouble he was causing the freshmen, and his tone remained gentle.

"Mr. Neville Longbottom?"

"I—we, shouldn't we, practice—practice some spells in class, Professor Delfino?"

Under the weight of so many gazes, Neville stood up shakily and stammered,

"Will you give us guidance?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, Longbottom, I'm afraid that won't work—"

Faced with many surprised looks, Professor Delfino wore a very embarrassed expression.

"It's not that I'm unwilling, everyone—it's just... well, let me be honest, I stopped using a wand to cast spells a few years ago... so, you see, I can't just follow the book verbatim..."

"The truth is out, Harry—"

Ron pursed his lips, a barely suppressed chuckle on his face. He lowered his head and whispered to Harry,

"Professor Delfino is the kind of professor we'll likely encounter more than once in the next seven years—a mediocre professor, you know, I mean his teaching."

Harry's lips curled up slightly; it was hard not to agree with Ron's point of view.

"Is everything alright now?"

Professor Delfino asked again, and when no one answered, he spread out a brown-covered notebook on the table, glanced at it, and then let the chalk fly across the blackboard.

"For the next 40 minutes, I hope you will carefully read pages 20-27 of 'Black Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense.' The content on the blackboard is a supplement to the textbook, and you can also copy it into your notebooks."

Professor Delfino smiled and said,

"I hope you will memorize the contents of the book and the blackboard in these forty minutes, and try to master the spells mentioned therein, because I will test you in the last half hour."

A test on the very first day of school?!

Suddenly, cold sweat broke out on Harry's back.

This was what he had been worried about all of August—without any magical foundation, he couldn't keep up with the course content and was left far behind by his classmates who had grown up in the magical world!

What if Hogwarts has a tradition of expelling students who don't perform well academically?

In the classroom, all the first-year students were on edge, including Harry.

He didn't have time to let his eyes wander around; instead, he turned to the corresponding page in the magic book on his desk.

【The Little Pig Monster】!

These are the creatures they need to learn to deal with in their first lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Harry managed to skim through the books during the summer vacation, and upon seeing the animal illustrations on the pages, he immediately recalled them.

The textbook says it is a demon that is widely distributed in rural areas of Europe, Russia, and the Americas.

Its appearance is highly distinctive: it basically looks like a wild boar in the Muggle's knowledge, except that the dwarf pig has long legs that don't match its scientific name, as well as a short tail and squinty black eyes.

"The dwarf pig...the dwarf pig...the book says—"

Harry noticed a little quirk of Ron's. When he felt nervous, he would unconsciously read the text aloud in a low voice.

"These kinds of animals sneak into the pigpen and nurse with the sows alongside the piglets... They're quick and very difficult to catch (that's great—Ron said sarcastically)."

"If it's not caught for a long time, the dwarf pig will grow very large and extremely destructive... The dwarf pig is only afraid of pure white dogs... Once it's driven away by a white dog, it will never come back... Oh, Ron—"

Harry quickly read through the parts Ron hadn't covered, gasping for breath and sweating nervously.

"Professor Delfino is unlikely to provide everyone with a white dog... How about an owl, I mean, how about Hedwig?"

"Or perhaps use mice?"

Ron glanced down at Scabbers, who was fast asleep in his pocket, and said in a sorrowful tone,

"I can try the spell Fred taught me again to see if I can change Scabbers' color."

【snort-】

The two boys heard a haughty snort and simultaneously turned their gazes toward it.

"If you had a moment to look at the blackboard, you would have realized that you don't necessarily need a white, long-haired dog to deal with the dwarf pig monster."

Hermione Granger glanced at Harry and Ron and spoke in a reserved yet arrogant tone.

"Oh, how nosy! We didn't ask you for advice."

Ron rolled his eyes too, but Harry didn't; he just wanted to figure out how to deal with a wild boar that sounded ferocious just from its name!

So—

There was indeed a spell written on the large blackboard behind the podium, including the spell name and the incantation.

Professor Delfino described the spell's effect in a passage—the "Trip-Off Curse."

In the upper right corner of the blackboard, there is a chalk drawing of a person's arm, holding a magic wand, demonstrating an action back and forth for them.

【This is exactly what I need!】

Harry was thrilled and quickly took out his wand to practice, mimicking the hand on the blackboard.

Time flies by unbelievably—when you know you're about to face an exam.

Almost in the blink of an eye, forty minutes had come to an end.

Harry and Ron were sweating profusely with anxiety—they had practiced for ages, but hadn't gotten any inspiration.

The vast majority of freshmen in the four houses were in this condition; Neville's clothes were soaked with sweat, and he looked like he was about to faint.

In this situation, it's inevitable that some people will start to have wicked ideas.

Harry saw Malfoy call out to Professor Delphinor, who had been sound asleep for half an hour and was patrolling the classroom with an interesting smile on his face.

"Sir—I mean, Professor Delfino—"

Draco Malfoy tried to force a polite smile onto his tense face.

"I am Draco Malfoy, Professor—you must remember my father, he sent you this to thank you for stopping that damn school bus—"

"Oh, of course, your father is Lucius Malfoy, isn't he?"

Professor Delfino nodded with a smile.

"Of course I remember—I even remember it vividly—that he was a staunch advocate when the school board proposed expelling me from the school."

Seeing Draco Malfoy's ingratiating smile freeze, many of the other young wizards from the three houses chuckled softly.

Harry laughed with equal delight.

However, he was even more surprised that few of the young wizards were astonished by Professor Delphinor's claim of being expelled from Hogwarts; it seemed they had all obtained some information through their own channels.

On the contrary, Hermione Granger, who was a bit arrogant, slightly opened her mouth to reveal two prominent front teeth, and looked bewildered.

"Alright, time's up."

Professor Delfino clapped his hands, and the buzzing chanting in the classroom, which sounded like hundreds of dead flies, immediately stopped.

"Everyone, bring your own wands—oh, and here are your backpacks... The test will be conducted in another classroom, in the form of a game."

"game?"

Dean asked with great interest.

"Yes, Mr. Thomas—"

Professor Delfino's kind smile

"A large-scale, offline, real-time competitive game! Come on, newbies, I'm sure you'll love it—it's way more exciting than Quidditch!"