bookbashuk Chapter 341 If you don't cause trouble on the first day of school, you're not worthy of be
Chapter 341 If you don't cause trouble on the first day of school, you're not worthy of be
Chapter 341 If you don't cause trouble on the first day of school, you're not worthy of being an art student!
In complete silence.
suddenly.
A refined and mellow voice rang out from beneath the gargoyles: "Welcome to my first open class, my dear students!"
There stood their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Mr. Ann Norn.
He walked out gracefully from the front.
He first politely bowed to the professors.
then.
With that swirling face, he became impolite: "This is 'Li Sheng Gargoyle,' created by combining the body of a giant with the skills of a shapeshifting gargoyle."
"When one of them is severely injured, the other will go berserk, attacking with greater variety and speed."
.
"Isn't that incredibly humane?"
Everyone:
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Don't even think about making the monsters human!
Michael's smile froze.
A possibility occurred to him, and his eyes slowly widened in horror: "Wait, this guy isn't planning something..."
Professor Vortex said, "I've been racking my brains for a long time about how to teach everyone to cast spells without a staff."
"After careful consideration, I finally came to a conclusion."
He suddenly opened his arms wide.
With obvious excitement, he exclaimed, "That's practice! As the saying goes, only practice yields true knowledge."
"99% practice and 1% theory. In a life-or-death situation, I believe everyone will grasp the true essence of staffless spellcasting!"
???
The students stared at the swirling, agitated professor as if he were a madman.
It's all in English.
But when we put them together, I just can't understand it!
Michael regrets it, he really regrets it.
I wish I could go back a few minutes and slap myself twice!
You're a poisonous milk!
This is terrible, we're really doomed!!
Connie stared in shock at the two terrifying gargoyles.
Then he looked at the "Professor Uzumaki" who was spouting nonsense.
A small question mark suddenly popped into my mind:
Why do I always feel... about that Defense Against the Dark Arts professor handpicked by Dumbledore?
My head is starting to glow red!
You've been automatically added to the wanted list, haven't you?!
the other side.
Even the professors were baffled.
An indescribable sense of pent-up frustration erupted from my heart.
It makes them want to tear their hair out and throw a tantrum like children!
What, yet another weirdo?!
All we need is normal teaching! Normal teaching is all we need!
The Defense Against the Dark Arts class wasn't just cursed, it was practically under a spell!
That familiar, torturous feeling...
Why does this look so familiar?!
Professor McGonagall was the first to react.
His face was deathly pale, and he stepped forward amidst the stares of the crowd who looked at him like a hero.
He said sternly, "You can't do this, Professor Norn! Sending these children to face gargoyles that even adult wizards struggle to deal with is absolutely reckless!"
The words fell.
Professor McGonagall secretly tightened her grip on her wand.
She was already prepared for the other person to be angry.
But I never expected it.
What she received in return was an agreement: "You're right, Professor McGonagall. I didn't think it through."
The man with the vortex spoke in a sincere tone.
He even nodded sincerely.
There was absolutely no anger or annoyance at being offended.
This reaction.
Professor McGonagall, who was fully prepared, was stunned.
...What the heck? This weird-looking guy can actually understand human speech.
Whirlpool Man: "Since they're learning wandless spellcasting, I should take their wands."
His facial lines twitched, as if he were grinning.
In a soothing, cello-like voice, he said, "Haha, you really did remind me."
Professor McGonagall: ? ? ?
Professor McGonagall and everyone else wore expressions of utter shock, as if to say, "What the hell are you talking about?!"
Their dear Professor Norn raised his hand and waved.
A thick, dark fog enveloped the students!
No.
This is not "dense fog".
Instead, it was a rippling surface of water!
The darkness, devoid of light, reflected the terrified and stunned expressions of the crowd, creating ripples that spread outwards.
"...Mandy," Michael stammered, "didn't you say you were going to analyze the professor's magic system? What kind of system is this?"
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Mandy's mouth was also wide open, her eyes behind her thick glasses staring wide-eyed.
For a long time.
He weakly said, "It's probably some kind of alien magic..."
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Gargoyles can be somewhat explained using Transfiguration.
Now, the water surface hangs upside down in mid-air, completely unaware of what to do.
What kind of bizarre magic is this?!
"The world is so vast, and what I know is still very, very little..."
"
Mandy let out a sound of sudden realization.
A look of worship shone in his eyes.
Mom, I want to drop out of school.
"This is a painting inspired by the beautiful Black Lake scenery at Hogwarts—a creation of magic."
Ethan almost let it slip.
After all, this painting magic is unique to him.
With a smirk, he proudly declared, "I named it—'The Ferryman of the Styx'."
The words fell.
Suddenly, ripples appeared on the vast black water.
A dark shadow gradually approached the water's surface.
It's getting bigger and bigger...
"Gurgle."
The students swallowed hard.
The tension and unease in my heart.
As the ripples and shadows expanded, they gradually grew larger.
Something's coming!
"Pop".
Accompanied by a few splashes of water.
Reflected in everyone's eyes were a pair of slowly extending gray-black arms.
Tranquil, deathly still.
Their movements were so graceful and light, gently stirring the lake water.
They looked like fish swimming in mid-air.
Or like a flower bud slowly blooming.
Enveloped in a thin, wispy veil of silver.
however.
Yet it is like a corpse buried in a coffin.
It was emaciated and enormous.
You can clearly see the shape of the tendons attached to the bones, as well as the growing sores and rotten flesh.
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Students, professors, and Aurors.
Everything froze again.
Head tilted back.
They stared blankly at the giant hand that was slowly reaching out to them.
Between bending and straightening the palm.
It was as if they were trying to usurp their minds and souls.
"Is this... is it an enlarged Dementor...?"
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Connie murmured, her red lips parted wide.
As an Auror, she often has to work with those scary things.
But how did Dementors end up at Hogwarts, supposedly the safest place in Britain?!
It was magnified dozens of times, dozens of times more terrifying!!
Yaxley, the Death Eater, has a different idea:
Professor Ann Norn... could he be one of his fellow dark wizards?
otherwise.
How could someone possibly possess such evil magic?!
"Could Dumbledore really be having an affair with the dark wizard...? Is this game really going well for them? What are they trying to do?"
He is an evil person with a completely black background.
Yaxley thought the good guys were a bit too weird.
"We need to get to know each other more closely—"
Yaxley narrowed his eyes, pondering to himself.
the other side.
Ethan watched them, seemingly "engrossed in admiration."
A satisfied smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.
Unfortunately, this mask doesn't have an "expression function".
Or, how about adding another mouth?
Ethan imagined a mouth stretching out from the skin, smiling happily.
Um.
It looks a bit like a Halloween pumpkin.
To be discussed further.
"Except for your weapons."
Ethan was very polite, but he did something very offensive.
The words fell.
All that could be seen were the two giant hands of "The Ferryman of the Styx" casually grabbing something.
Amidst gasps of surprise.
Countless magic wands flew into its palm!
"No—my wand!!"
Some students screamed and bent forward in disappointment.
"Don't worry," Ethan reassured gently, "it will be returned to you intact after the open class."
The giant, wand in hand, slowly retreated back into the dark water curtain.
Together with the water curtain.
Gradually disappearing.
Upon seeing this.
Ron's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but complain, "All this fuss about, just to confiscate our wands?"
"Wow, that's way too much!"
He racked his brains.
I couldn't think of the right words to describe it.
If he has studied "Modern Muggle Slang".
You'll then know that there's a word that can accurately describe this behavior—
"Pretentious".
"Alright! Everything is ready!"
Yi Bking Sang shouted.
He joyfully embraced his steadfast believers and steadfast students.
He opened his arms.
Behind him, two gargoyles stood on either side.
Imposing and awe-inspiring.
He said, enunciating each word clearly, "It's time for our first lesson of the new semester!"
No trouble on the first day of school?
What a disgrace to be an art student!
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