bookbashuk Chapter 339 Ethan, the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, why is it a "fog door&q
Chapter 339 Ethan, the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, why is it a "fog door&q
Chapter 339 Ethan, the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, why is it a "fog door"?
Done.
Ethan then gracefully adjusted his top hat.
He continued tapping his gold-plated cane as he walked steadily to the professor's seat.
He sat down next to Snape.
As soon as I sat down.
A drawn-out, sarcastic voice rang out from the side: "Professor Ann Norn has quite the big mouth."
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"They actually said they would teach these little monsters who can't even distinguish between Aconitum carmichaelii and Aconitum vesicatoria to cast spells without a staff."
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"This is truly setting a precedent for Hogwarts."
Ethan raised his chin smugly: "You flatter me."
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Snape choked.
He abruptly turned his head, staring at Ethan with a sinister look before painfully averting his gaze.
That swirling face is practically a walking mental attack.
Snape knew that this strange "vortex man" was Ethan.
This is a grand and flamboyant way of making an entrance.
Only that show-off brat would do something like that.
Snape: "Hmph, if it weren't for that old madman Dumbledore suddenly saying he wanted you to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... this position should have been mine!"
Like a certain former Dark Lord who was completely ruined.
Snape had long coveted this position.
...Originally, if he were to teach...
He also wanted to teach the Silent Spell.
Unexpectedly, a student beat me to it!
Is this reasonable? !
Ethan glanced at the indignant Professor Snape.
After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "You should be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts next year."
"At that time, Mr. Slughorn will take over teaching Potions from you."
Anyway.
That's how it is in the original story.
Upon hearing this...
Snape was taken aback.
Looking at Ethan's nonchalant expression, his brows furrowed deeply.
Then, she let out a loud sneer: "What a load of nonsense! You make it sound like the truth. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were some great prophet, a descendant of Cassandra Trelawney!"
"You'd better deal with your own grand pronouncements first!"
Snape turned his head, looking like he was waiting to see a good show.
He said softly, "I want to see how you're going to teach these ignorant and foolish little monsters to cast spells without a staff."
Ethan blinked and said sincerely, "Severus, jealous men are very ugly."
Snape flew into a rage: "I...didn't...be...jealous!!!"
The shouts were deafening.
The echoes reverberated in the auditorium.
This drew the attention of everyone present.
Snape:
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My nose seems to have suddenly turned red and rounder.
He looked at that swirling face, which seemed to be the product of some alien aesthetic.
It's weird.
I saw a smile on it.
The wolf struck a nerve with Snape's sensitive heart.
Ethan Vincent was killed in one day! I'm going to kill you!!!
Snape roared and howled in his mind like a madman!
It almost crushed my back teeth!
"call...
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Snape took a deep breath.
He tried desperately to recall Lily's beautiful image in his mind to calm his anger.
"Hmph, anyway, if we don't achieve our goal, I won't be the one who loses face."
Snape thought to himself.
He grinned smugly and mockingly.
I feel that the resentment and jealousy surging in my heart have lessened somewhat.
He glanced at the equally dumbfounded Ministry of Magic officials.
A dark glint flashed in his eyes.
He scoffed, "How dare they cause trouble on our turf... The Ministry of Magic, they're really asking for trouble!"
The next afternoon, before the first open class on Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Inside the castle staircase.
The students were bustling about.
They converged on the auditorium from all directions, like torrents of water.
Hermione, carrying a mountain of textbooks, staggered down the steps.
It looked like it was about to tumble down in a crash at any moment.
Harry and Ron looked speechless.
Seeing her struggling like that, I couldn't help but ask, "What books are you carrying? 'Wandless Spellcasting,' 'The History of Defense Against the Dark Arts'... 'Give Your Friend Two Heads: The Complete Book of Curses'???"
"Why did you bring this thing? Didn't that weird professor say that we don't need to bring textbooks for this open class?"
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Harry and Ron took two steps back.
He glared warily at Hermione.
I was terrified of accidentally angering this tigress.
They would then be turned into "two-headed Harry" or "three-headed Ron".
Hermione was panting heavily.
I rolled my eyes without any politeness, and scoffed at their evasive behavior.
Frowning, she said with worry and anxiety, "Professor Norn did not allow us to bring textbooks... but what if he wants to give us a surprise test to see what we know?"
"Good heavens, we've hardly had any proper Defense Against the Dark Arts classes before!"
"I even confuse 'shield armor' with 'iron armor'!"
Ron asked, dumbfounded, "Isn't there only one suit of armor for protection?"
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Hermione pouted heavily.
She turned her head sharply and quickly walked down the stairs.
I don't want to talk to demi-humans anymore.
"If you ask me, she's just overreacting."
Ron shrugged and grinned at his good friend Harry, "Even though that professor doesn't look human, think about it, which of our Defense Against the Dark Arts professors has ever been normal?"
"At least, he didn't grow another face on the back of his head!"
Harry smiled. "True."
Ron yawned loudly: "I think gathering so many people together is probably a way to test our strength."
"Let's cast some spells, do some math problems, and stuff like that—"
"Exactly, don't be like Lockhart, whose questions are all about himself!"
The two looked at each other and burst into laughter like a hen crowing.
The wise Ravenclaws around him disdainfully moved a few steps away.
"Sometimes, I really think Slytherins are easier to get along with."
Michael clicked his tongue.
By the time he was in fifth grade, he had grown into a tall and strong young man.
Perhaps it was because I shared a dorm room with Ethan.
Under the influence of his surroundings, he actually picked up a bit of an arrogant personality.
It's true what they say: you become like the company you keep.
Another roommate, Mandy, pushed up her glasses and was also carrying a pile of textbooks.
He rationally analyzed, "I think that Professor Ann Norn is clearly not a normal human being."
Michael: "Let me tell you something you don't know."
Mandy: "...I mean, Professor Norn might teach us some different magic. I've heard that African wizards prefer hand gestures to wands when casting spells."
Michael: "So—"
Mandy's eyes lit up, and she said confidently, "Therefore, I believe that in this open class, Professor Norn will definitely introduce and demonstrate his amazing magic to us!"
"To better understand it, I stayed up all night last night reading through 'The Complete Guide to Magic Systems of Various Countries,' and it's now deeply etched into my mind!"
"Now, no matter what system of magic Professor Norn uses, I'll have a clear understanding of it immediately!"
"I'm definitely second in my grade this time!!"
Michael: "...Good luck."
He scratched his head, showing that he didn't have the same grand ambitions as Mandy.
Look around.
Ethan was not found.
"Normally, Ethan would pull off something big on the first day of school. Haha, looks like he's tired this year and just wants to be a quiet guy~"
Michael joked.
I didn't find it strange at all.
Please.
He's Ethan Vincent, after all.
He can go wherever he wants and do whatever he wants.
Michael even thought...
Based on Dumbledore's level of tolerance.
It's likely that Ethan will propose to become the principal himself and rule the school like an ancient god.
Dumbledore would always smile and give up his seat.
"Ugh, what an unlucky thought."
Michael shivered.
Shake your head violently to quickly shake off this outrageous thought.
He didn't want to waste the remaining two and a half years of his school life.
These five years will become the most unforgettable period of my life.
As they were talking.
They arrived at the auditorium.
They were blocked outside the door, surrounded by a sea of people, unable to move forward an inch.
"What's going on? Class starts in five minutes."
Michael stood on tiptoe and looked ahead.
then.
He exclaimed "Huh?" and his eyes widened in surprise.
All that could be seen standing in front of me was...
It wasn't the grand doors of the auditorium.
Instead...
A surging, golden fog?