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Chapter 338 Open Class Preparation! Is this professor a demon who escaped from the warp?!
Chapter 338 Open Class Preparation! Is this professor a demon who escaped from the warp?!
Amidst a sea of blank stares.
The "vortex man" slowly straightened up.
She gently patted the seemingly calm Hufflepuff newbie, who had actually been walking for a while.
The vortex man was dressed in a spotless black suit.
It was as if draped in darkness.
He wore a top hat, and his slender fingers were encased in well-fitting white gloves.
His trousers were perfectly pressed, and his leather shoes were shiny and reflective.
Very proper, very gentlemanly.
She appeared more elegant and dignified than any of the professors or Ministry of Magic officials present.
however.
Yet, it increasingly evokes a sense of instinctive fear and unease.
It's like a monster trying its best to imitate a human.
Only on the most crucial part: the face.
There's a big problem.
It looks like a clump of ruined flesh-colored clay.
It was still twitching slightly with the movement.
Harry is just like everyone else.
His eyes widened.
Then he frowned.
He eyed the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with suspicion, who seemed to be a "fake."
I don't know why.
His elegant yet bizarre combination, and his earth-shattering entrance.
It gave Harry a strong sense of déjà vu.
"Tap, tap, tap."
A gilded cane tapped against the marble floor.
In the deathly silent auditorium, like a graveyard.
A clear and rhythmic sound echoed.
"brush."
He leaped lightly onto the podium.
With a graceful turn, he effortlessly blocked Dumbledore's view.
Put it on the latter's forehead.
A vein bulged out.
...Well, of course, I have no choice but to forgive him.
The old principal sighed inwardly.
They were happy to let go.
He handed the podium to the rising sun and stood leisurely to the side with his hands behind his back.
Good evening, everyone.
A voice as rich and mellow as red wine resonated throughout the auditorium.
The "Whirlpool Man" bent down and placed his hand on his left chest.
He gave a standard gentleman's bow.
Raise your head.
With that terrifying face, he looked at the young and bewildered faces in the auditorium.
He said cheerfully, "I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Mr. Unknown."
"It is a pleasure to be with you all in the new academic year and to impart to you the greatest knowledge."
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Inside the auditorium.
Only Luna from Ravenclaw clapped her hands in solitude.
A rosy smile graced her face.
99.9% of students.
He seemed to prefer turning around and walking towards "Hagrid the Wonderland".
I spend every day with fried snails.
They also refused to attend Professor Ann Norn's classes.
But this period of silence.
Of course it won't affect Ethan.
Wearing a human skin mask, he suddenly slammed his arms onto the brass owl-shaped lectern.
The noise startled the students.
"Look at you! I see delicious figures, like little apples hanging on branches, growing strong and healthy."
"However, the sunlight will soon disappear, and a storm is brewing! Most of you are not yet prepared to face this perilous darkness!"
Ethan said, his voice heavy with emotion.
He clenched his fist.
It was as if lightning and thunder were about to erupt in the auditorium at any moment!
"The biggest problem I see is that you all rely too much on your wands."
"While a wand may accompany a young wizard throughout their life, it is merely a tool to assist us in casting spells, not a necessity!"
"Without a wand, I can't even cast a single blink! This is terrifying!!"
talking.
In full view of everyone.
Ethan waved his hand.
Several bright, star-like incandescent orbs of light appeared beside him!
It floats in the air.
The light shone brighter than the orange-yellow candlelight, illuminating the area around the podium as if it were daytime.
This move.
This finally managed to distract the students from his face.
She exclaimed in surprise in a low voice, "Wow!"
Ethan calmly and casually replied, "This is just the most basic."
"So that you can emerge unscathed when you face danger in the future."
"This semester, I will ensure that at least fifth graders and above can perform basic spells without a wand."
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The students looked at each other in bewilderment.
Spellcasting without a staff?
Isn't that a kind of magic that even adult wizards find difficult to master?
How could they possibly learn...?
One student muttered, "I thought those textbooks were just for reference, but it turns out this professor is serious?"
At this time.
On the Gryffindor table, an arm trembled as it was raised.
First, there's Miss Hermione Granger.
It's like we're in class.
Although Hermione was a little nervous, she still firmly raised her hand towards the ceiling.
"This student."
Ethan nodded to her and smiled gently.
although.
On the mask, the vortex appeared even more eerily wriggled inward.
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Hermione stood up, trembling.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to ask calmly, "Will the topic of wandless spellcasting affect my 0.WL (Ordinary Wizarding Level) exam this semester?"
She's already on summer vacation.
I've completed nearly five years' worth of 0.WL exam papers.
No year.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts exam included questions on "spellcasting without a wand".
Based on experience...
In fifth grade, every lesson revolves around the level test.
After all, it's about exam results.
Regarding whether it is possible to continue studying a certain subject later.
And whether they can participate in the future "Ultimate Wizard Level Exam".
This is of utmost importance.
Hermione bit her lower lip.
Deeply worried:
If later on, not only will you not learn how to cast spells without a staff...
I didn't study the exam content well, and I did terribly on the exam.
What should we do then...?
For Hermione, a top student.
Losing an exam means losing all hope in life.
"Hehehe~ Don't worry."
Ethan naturally knew what this "pedantic scholar" was worried about.
He confidently stated, "Once you master wandless spellcasting, your Defense Against the Dark Arts exam grades will be 0 (Excellent)."
Hermione: "What if I can't learn it..."
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"Hehehehe~"
Ethan's voice was gentler.
As if coated in honey, he spoke slowly and deliberately, "Don't worry, under my tutelage, not a single student will fail to learn staff-less spellcasting."
Her voice was gentle and tender.
But it gave those who heard it goosebumps!
"Is he going to eliminate everyone who can't learn it?!"
Ron stared wide-eyed in horror.
With a mournful face, she whispered, "Damn it, this is hell! Can I skip this class?"
pity.
Defense Against the Dark Arts is a compulsory course.
There is no other choice.
Ron still remembers the summer vacation.
I once solemnly vowed—
This unknown new professor is definitely a dubious talent who appeared out of nowhere.
Now it seems...
He's practically a demon that escaped from the warp!
Ethan's words.
Even Headmaster Dumbledore couldn't help but glance at it.
I want to know.
What kind of "secret technique" does Ethan possess that guarantees he can teach his students advanced staff-free spellcasting?
Hehe~ It shouldn't be bombing the school, right?
Really?
Dumbledore: No, not at all.
His relaxed smile froze.
Memories of the past flashed through my mind like lightning.
Considering this highly probable possibility.
They fell silent.
His once imposing figure suddenly became incredibly desolate.
On the podium.
"Do you have any other questions, miss?"
Ethan looked at Hermione, who stood there dumbfounded, with gentle patience.
The latter trembled slightly.
Suddenly snapping back to reality.
Blushing, she said "No, that's all," and then hurriedly sat down.
Strange... He's clearly an oddball.
Why do I feel a sense of familiarity?
Hermione fanned her face, wondering to herself.
"Well then," Ethan said finally.
"In order to bring everyone a unique and unconventional class."
"Tomorrow afternoon, all fifth-grade students will gather in the auditorium. We will have an open class."
"I promise, it'll be absolutely fun!"
talking.
Ethan raised his head in pleasure...
It wriggled slightly under the mask.
It emitted a "ho, ho" laugh, like a black hole.
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