bookbashuk Chapter 337 Seeking Help: What if the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seems to be a
Chapter 337 Seeking Help: What if the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seems to be a
Chapter 337 Help Needed: What if this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seems to be a fraud? (Please Subscribe!)
On the stage.
Headmaster Dumbledore: "The second thing is that we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year."
Before he could finish speaking...
"Bang!"
A loud bang!
The auditorium doors were suddenly kicked open!
The students were startled and turned their heads away.
When they saw the figure appear outside the door, they all gasped in shock!
What happened to his face?!
Even Dumbledore was surprised when he saw it, raising his eyebrows in astonishment.
Connie's eyes widened in astonishment as she murmured, "Merlin... this is..."
"
Appearing in everyone's sight.
It was an incredibly ugly face!
It felt as if he had been gently tapped with a stick or fallen from a height, landing face-first on the ground.
His facial features were almost completely sunken in.
The nose is pressed against the face, making it look like it was once broken into several pieces.
There were also signs of stitches on the skin.
It's like trying to mend a torn piece of cloth.
Coupled with those eyes that gleamed with dark resentment.
looks.
It's like a demon resurrected from hell!
"6
'
Inside the auditorium.
Silence.
The students watched as this ugly and ferocious man walked down the corridor, limping and unsteady.
His eyes were filled with shock.
"Oh my God!"
The Hufflepuff freshman was stunned and whispered fearfully, "Is this the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? He doesn't look like a good person..."
'
That gentle, kind voice rang out again from the side: "No, he's not the new professor."
Hufflepuff Newbie: "W-re really? You know so much... So who is he?"
Followed by.
The Auror squad leader sent by the Ministry of Magic.
Miss Connie Rozier's exclamation answered everyone's questions: "Merlin! Mr. Yaxley?! What happened to you?!"
The visitor was not the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Instead, they were officials from the Ministry of Magic who were sent along with them!
at this time.
Connie simply couldn't stand the ugly-looking man in front of her.
Connect with that elegant "old gentleman" from a few months ago!
What happened during summer vacation?
How did it end up being finely chopped and turned into minced meat?!
Yaxley managed a weak smile.
The movement aggravated the unhealed scars on his face, causing his features to contort in pain: "Heh, heh, it was just a minor accident... It's alright, it'll heal in a few months."
The thought of how he was a step behind Ethan made him realize how he had fallen behind.
They were brutally beaten by the giants like they were playing whack-a-mole.
Thank goodness he wasn't turned into mincemeat.
The hatred in Yaxley's heart could no longer be contained and erupted!
The giant's tall and imposing figure became his nightmare almost every night afterward.
Fortunately.
Giants cannot appear at Hogwarts.
Aside from major wars, we probably won't see them for a while.
"Ethan Vincent... that treacherous brat, I will repay him a thousandfold for the pain I suffered..."
'
"I'll personally send you to hell!"
All it takes is one Avada Kedavra curse.
Even a student can kill a strong person!
Magic is truly amazing.
No?
Yaxley firmly believed.
In the most relaxed environment of a castle, a naive and oblivious student is killed.
It's a trivial matter.
The only thing to consider
The question is, how did they escape Dumbledore's pursuit after committing the murder?
"call....
'
He took a deep breath and glanced at Dumbledore with a somber and cryptic look: "But before that, I need to be patient. To get rid of Dumbledore's surveillance... I can do as the Ministry of Magic suggests and first keep an eye on the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for this year."
"If this new professor is really connected to Ethan, then get rid of him as well!"
Thinking this way.
Yaxley glanced around the teachers' section.
Suddenly, he let out a puzzled "Eh?"
Why aren't there any unfamiliar faces...?
.?
Could it be that this mysterious new professor is also late?
Headmaster Dumbledore: "This is another important figure in the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Corban Yaxley."
His tone was somewhat distant and indifferent.
Yaxley snapped out of his daze and said, feigning politeness, "I'm sorry I'm late, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Upon hearing this...
The students all breathed a sigh of relief.
"So it wasn't a new professor, but an Auror!"
The Hufflepuff freshman breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "I thought the professors at Hogwarts were really that terrifying! If they're Aurors, then it makes more sense."
"Those ugly scars are medals of honor!"
"Hehehe~" The kind voice chuckled softly, "You have such a kind heart, no wonder you're a Hufflepuff student."
"Hehe." The freshman chuckled awkwardly.
Suddenly, I felt something was off.
...listen to that tone.
It's as if the other person isn't a Hufflepuff student?
But here.
But the Hufflepuff table?
Just then.
The freshman glanced away and met the eyes of another student.
There was a palpable sense of terror within it.
Justin's eyes widened, and he tried his best to shrink to the other side.
Trembling, he spoke to the freshman, "Are you... are you deliberately talking to yourself to scare people?"
"Huh? Talking to myself? I was talking to my senior..."
'
"Don't talk nonsense! The fat monk ghost isn't here either. You... you were sitting... clearly in the last seat of the bench!!"
The words fell.
It looked like the water film had been popped open.
The freshman suddenly realized:
Yes.
I was in the last department to be assigned to, and I sat at the very edge of the bench.
There should be no one else around...
It's not a ghost either.
So, the person I was talking to the whole time was...
In an instant.
A chill ran up the freshman's heel, down his back, and straight to the top of his head!
"hehe..
'
A soft laugh rang out.
A chilling aura washed over the back of the new student's neck.
It made him break out in a cold sweat.
The "helpful senior" then kindly reassured me, "Don't be afraid, I prefer dead people."
"Waaaaah...!"
Upon hearing this, the poor freshman burst into tears.
On the first day of school.
Then I experienced the "warmth and coldness" of human relationships.
"Oh dear, I just really like Hufflepuff and wanted to experience it. You can't be so affectionate with a new teacher."
A new teacher?
The new students captured the keywords.
I was surprised.
A new teacher?
Is it Defense Against the Dark Arts class?
...If it's a teacher, it shouldn't be scary, right?
The naive freshman thought this and mustered up his courage.
He squinted and cautiously turned his head to look.
Yes, this is supposedly the safest Hogwarts.
Maybe.
It was just a joke by the new professor.
then.
When that face came into his view.
The freshman was suddenly stunned.
The body automatically activates its defense mechanisms, and the brain becomes a protective blank.
Unable to move, unable to understand.
Because it cannot be called a "human" face at all.
It has no facial features, no basic human features like eyebrows and eyes.
some.
There were only concentric vortexes.
The ravines are distinct, and the texture is clear.
Like a black hole, layer upon layer, it sucks in people's vision and will.
Wherever you place it, it's a perfect vortex.
But it shouldn't be placed on a human face.
"Ah, ah..."
"
The newborn's pupils trembled as he looked up at the "monster" that had appeared beside him at some unknown time.
He uttered syllables that were difficult to understand.
It sounded like a scream that was stuck in the throat.
"How is it? Pretty, right? I think this face is absolutely gorgeous too~"
"Whirlpool Man" raised his hand.
He touched his horrifying face with his white-gloved hand.
Tone of voice.
Just like a normal human being, he felt proud and joyful.
Inside the auditorium.
The students stared, mouths agape, at the tall man who had suddenly appeared.
My gaze was irresistibly drawn into those layers upon layers of vortexes.
Even the warm yellow light couldn't soothe the deathly silence.
as if.
It felt like suddenly walking into a graveyard.
Even Connie and Yaxley were stunned.
We need to investigate this thing?
real or fake?
Headmaster Dumbledore remained silent.
I stared at the "whirlpool man" who genuinely thought he was "very good-looking" and was smug about it.
Ethan, I'm just asking you to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
You were not allowed to transform into a mutant and "contaminate" the school.
"Is it too late for me to drop out of school now?"
I don't know who it was, but they spoke with a sob in their voice.
It expressed the sentiments of all the new students.
Help needed: It seems like the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a fake, what should I do?
*sobs*