bookbashuk Chapter 502 The Absent Professor
Chapter 502 The Absent Professor
Chapter 502 The Absent Professor
Sirius Black is on leave.
When Professor Sinesta walked into the classroom for the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class after Halloween, everyone thought she had gone to the wrong place.
"Professor—" Harry spoke up, "This is the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. We won't have Astronomy class until next Tuesday."
"Thank you, Mr. Potter, but I didn't come to the wrong classroom." Professor Sinister walked to the front and turned to face everyone.
"I regret to inform you that due to some unfortunate circumstances, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be temporarily unable to teach you."
"Where did he go?" Harry asked anxiously.
Professor Sinister was very kind and didn't mind Harry's abrupt interruption. Instead, she patiently answered his questions.
"I don't know, Mr. Potter. If you'd like to find out, you can ask Professor McGonagall after class."
"Alright, now please turn to page ninety-seven, Black Magic and Counterspell. Can anyone tell me what the most common types of Black Magic are?"
As the professor of astronomy at Hogwarts, Professor Sinister Strike certainly wouldn't give them so-called practical lessons like Sirius Black.
She felt that she was a lot like Quirinus Quilleau in the first year, focusing more on the knowledge in the book and then having them take notes.
However, from Professor Lupin to Professor Moody and now Sirius Black, they are all practitioners, and their content tends to focus on the spells themselves rather than knowledge points.
Siren hadn't written any notes for Defense Against the Dark Arts in a long time; he hadn't even brought a notebook or parchment, and had to borrow one from Hermione next to him.
Meanwhile, Sheryl also noticed that Harry was distracted during class, probably because he really wanted to find out Sirius's exact whereabouts.
But Professor Sinister has already said that she doesn't know, and there's nothing Harry can do no matter how anxious he is.
As soon as the bell rang, before Professor Sinestad could speak, Harry immediately got up and rushed out of the classroom, accidentally knocking over Ron's books and notes that he had just packed up.
But Harry acted as if he knew nothing and rushed straight out of the classroom.
"Where did he go?" Ron asked as he picked up the parchment from the ground.
"She probably went to Professor McGonagall's office," Siron said, waving his wand to pick up a piece of parchment that was further away and placing it in Ron's hand.
"Thank you," Ron said. "Should we wait for him?"
"No need, it's almost lunchtime, we can wait while we walk."
"That's true."
They saw Harry again five minutes later on their way to the Great Hall.
His disappointed expression made it clear that he hadn't gotten the answer he wanted from Professor McGonagall.
"Professor McGonagall kicked me out," Harry said, confirming Hillon's suspicions.
Hagrid hadn't returned yet, Sirius had disappeared, and Professor McGonagall wouldn't tell him anything, which made Harry very irritable. He didn't have much of an appetite and only ate a few bites of bread before hastily finishing his lunch.
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But it wasn't all bad news. Snape didn't come to Potions class in the afternoon either; Madam Pomfrey from the school hospital took the class instead.
For some reason, Harry suddenly felt much more relaxed.
"If Snape is like that too, then Sirius's absence from school is most likely related to yesterday's dueling club incident," Harry said.
Well, there's some truth to his thinking.
As for Mrs. Pomfrey, who was filling in for the class, she seemed to dislike the gloomy environment of the underground classroom. As soon as she entered, she waved her wand and opened the curtains.
The underground classrooms also have windows, and like the auditorium ceiling, they have been enchanted, allowing a view of the sun and the surrounding space.
However, Snape never drew back the thick curtains when he was there, only using the candles on the wall for lighting, which made the underground classroom seem gloomy.
As soon as Mrs. Pomfrey drew back the curtains, sunlight streamed in, instantly illuminating the entire underground classroom.
Siren had never had such a special potions class before. Not only was the classroom brightly lit, but it was also very quiet when brewing potions. Madam Pomfrey was able to run the entire school hospital by herself, which clearly showed that she was also a potions master and had her own insights into potion making.
More importantly, she was not prejudiced against anyone, whether Slytherin or Gryffindor, it made no difference to Madam Pomfrey.
From the moment the materials were selected until they were ground, sliced, and placed into the crucible, Xilun heard not a single word of mockery or ridicule.
She would only point out the obvious mistakes people made when brewing potions, and then tell them the correct way to do it and the correct steps.
In addition, everyone can put the prepared materials into the crucible one by one according to their own ideas, following the instructions in the book, and then slowly stir and carefully observe the color changes in the crucible.
The atmosphere in the classroom was so normal it felt unnatural.
When the bell rang, they poured the potion from the cauldron into a swan-neck bottle, handed it to Madam Pomfrey, and then left the underground classroom.
As Harry walked out of the underground classroom, he was still somewhat reluctant to leave.
"Did you see that? The energy drink I made is red, exactly the standard color mentioned in the book!"
Harry said with some excitement.
This was the first time he had successfully brewed the right potion; it was red and emitted silvery-white smoke from the cauldron, just as described in the book.
He recalled what Sirius had said before: perhaps he really did inherit his mother's potion-making talent, but Snape's teaching was too poor and he was always targeting him, which was why he hadn't been able to unleash his true potential.
Ron was the first to agree with Harry's statement. Although his potion wasn't the most standard red, the pink was already very close to perfect.
Moreover, during the preparation stage, Madame Pomfrey praised him, saying that he had cut the ginger root very evenly, and even showed it to everyone.
This would never happen in Snape's class.
"If only Madam Pomfrey could keep teaching us Potions," Ron said sincerely.
"Yes—" Harry said. If it were Madam Pomfrey, he would be very willing to continue taking Potions class after his sixth year.
While they were talking, Celeste and Hermione didn't say a word.
Hermione didn't know, but Cyrus didn't know how to tell them that the energizer was actually a second-year topic, but Snape thought it was too simple and didn't teach it to them.
If they had paused for a moment before leaving the classroom, they would have found that Neville's potion was also up to standard.
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