bookbashuk Chapter 395 Hogwarts Revisited! Students: Why have all the classes turned into Defense Against the D
Chapter 395 Hogwarts Revisited! Students: Why have all the classes turned into Defense Against the D
Chapter 395 Back to Hogwarts! Students: Why have all the classes turned into Defense Against the Dark Arts?!
"Ha!"
Harry jumped out of bed, panting heavily, still shaken.
That vortex-shaped face kept appearing in my mind.
He sat calmly on the sofa, surrounded by a thick darkness.
And on the tapestry, there were blurry and distorted faces, as if even the Black family had bowed down to him.
It was far more terrifying than any nightmare he had ever had before.
"Professor Norn..."
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Harry's head was throbbing, and his heart sank to the bottom.
Why did Professor Norn, or rather Ethan, appear in his dream?
Even talking to yourself face to face?
Is he so eager to begin his evil plan as soon as he leaves the courtroom?
However, what weighed heavily on Harry's mind and made him feel even more depressed was...
To her surprise, Ethan's words actually made her feel much more at ease.
"I haven't turned bad, I've just been influenced by Voldemort's remnant spirit..." Harry muttered, pouting. "How did this get involved with Voldemort? Ethan must be lying again."
They even said they'd give him private lessons... wait, private lessons?
Harry was taken aback.
My chaotic thoughts suddenly cleared, and I realized the seriousness of the problem!
—If Professor Norn, who's known for his relentless and brutal treatment of anyone who can't kill you, were to give him private lessons, would he even survive?!
Harry was suddenly no longer bothered.
Because in the face of terrorism, it seems that "turning bad" is no big deal at all.
Just then.
"Knock knock".
There was a knock on the door.
Sirius Black pushed open the door and entered, asking worriedly, "Harry, I heard you shouting. Did you have another nightmare? Are you alright?"
"If you have any problems, just tell me!"
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Harry was silent for a moment.
Then, with a serious and solemn expression, he raised his head and asked, "Sirius, Ethan says he's going to give me a brilliant combination training routine. Can you help me stop him?"
Sirius:
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The two stared at each other for a moment.
"Squeak—"
—
The door slowly closed again.
Sirius: "Goodbye."
Stop Ethan? Even if he's a cat with nine lives, he can't afford the cost!
Harry: ? ? ?
"Wait! Godfather! I was just joking, I really have something to tell you!"
Harry yelled as he rolled out of bed.
He lunged at the dodging godfather, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face.
The dark clouds that had accumulated in my mind due to the various illusions had gradually dissipated.
The two argued as they walked toward the living room, their backs to the camera resembling those of a real father and son.
But they didn't notice.
A pair of large, cloudy eyes were staring intently at them from the shadows.
"A disgrace to the family, a rebellious son, a traitor... Oh, if Master Regulus were still alive, how could he have allowed so many filthy fellows to defile the Black family's ancestral home?"
"The Black family's house-elf," Kreacher muttered somberly and anxiously.
Its long claws scratched incessantly at the door frame.
Then.
He suddenly grinned widely, his eyes gleaming with excitement and pride.
"Young Master Sirius told Kreacher to leave... so Kreacher can leave the ancestral home!"
"Kreacher must go find the other mistress of the Black family! She'll definitely take him in and find a way to get rid of these bedbugs..."
..!
"Coo, coo coo coo..."
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With a strange laugh, Kreacher snapped his fingers.
The figure vanished like mist.
Simultaneously.
On the wall, there is a painting titled "The Yellow Bird, the Mantis, and the Cicada," which has been hung there at some unknown time.
The yellow bird's pupils suddenly twitched, and it nimbly turned towards the direction where Kreacher had disappeared.
It chirped once.
It flapped its wings and flew out of the picture frame.
Happy holidays always pass quickly, and before you know it, it's time to go back to school.
The students rubbed their hands together and breathed on them as they sat in the "autonomous" horse-drawn carriage.
The wheels rolled across the thick snow, leaving two intersecting tracks, slowly making their way toward the castle perched on the cliff.
Upon arriving at school and receiving the new curriculum standards for the next semester, the students all gasped in surprise.
Ron pointed shakily at his course chart and said in horror, "W-am I seeing things? Why have all my courses become Defense Against the Dark Arts?!"
Is it really April Fool's Day already? Isn't that a bit too early?
The only difference is the location of the class, which is indicated later.
The course that should have been named, such as Potions, Charms, or Transfiguration, was all labeled Defense Against the Dark Arts!
I almost don't recognize the words "Defense Against the Dark Arts" anymore!!
Just one look at it makes one dizzy and disoriented.
"Could the curriculum schedule be printed incorrectly?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, looking around. "But all the students' schedules are printed incorrectly, is that even possible...?"
Didn't you see Professor Snape's face turn as black as a crucible on the faculty table?
soon.
The students then got the answer.
On the stage in the auditorium, Headmaster Dumbledore stepped forward and slowly began to speak: "You have all noticed the changes to the timetable. Yes, the timetable is correct."
"Starting tomorrow, Professor Ann Norn will be present to guide all our courses."
"To offer some valuable advice to the professors and to evaluate their teaching content."
Done.
Headmaster Dumbledore turned around, pretending not to see the students below the stage who were saying, "What the hell are you talking about?"
He clapped his hands to himself: "Now, let's welcome our hardworking Professor Norn with applause!"
"Clap clap clap".
Headmaster Dumbledore's lonely applause echoed in the deathly silent Great Hall.
Students: (speaking)
They stared blankly at the vortex professor as he gracefully walked out of the stage, as if they were stuck in a daze.
A big question mark appeared above my head.
?
Professor Norn—Ethan—looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "What a vibrant scene! I see a deep longing and anticipation on your faces!"
Students: ? ?
Excuse me?
Which eye did you use to see our "deep longing and expectation"?
Oh, okay, you don't have eyes.
That's fine.
Ethan: "I know that after the first two years of basic learning, you naturally want to learn more profound and interesting knowledge."
"The existing teaching methods can no longer satisfy your greedy desires."
Upon hearing this...
The Ravenclaw students exchanged glances and slowly nodded: "Hmm—that makes some sense."
"That's true."
"This professor really hit the nail on the head."
He received looks from the other three colleges as if he were crazy.
Hey, Aurors, there's a bunch of traitors among us.
"Now, you no longer need to endure! For your light has come!"
Ethan suddenly spread his arms wide and excitedly shouted, "I will participate in every class and offer some small suggestions on the professors' teaching content!"
Suggestions that are more beneficial to students' growth.
"I believe that with our joint efforts, Hogwarts will definitely become an even better school!"
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—It will definitely become an incubator for dark wizards.
Harry, with a blank expression, retorted.