The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 52: Durmstrang's Dark Magic Lesson

It hurts a little!

This was Harry's first reaction. Then, he found that everything in front of him became illusory and ethereal, as if a silvery mist was enveloping the surroundings.

Just as he subconsciously reached out to grab it, the mist disappeared, along with the Hogwarts classroom... and Ron, who had just been sitting next to him.

The surroundings transformed into an unfamiliar classroom, a somewhat gloomy place.

"Today is our first Dark Arts class." While Harry was lost in thought, a middle-aged man wrapped in a black robe walked into the room, and only then did he notice that there were some strangers sitting around him.

Some of the people dressed in black robes were probably strangers who were also students.

This is where?

Harry was puzzled and wanted to ask, but then he heard the middle-aged man who walked in say, "As Durmstrang's student, I have three things to say in my class."

Durmstrang? Where is this? Harry's confusion did not stop the middle-aged man, who continued speaking to himself:

"First: Black magic is not inherently evil; the person using it is the key!"

"Secondly: The best way to combat dark magic is not to hide, but to learn dark magic yourself!"

"Third..." He suddenly paused, and Harry suddenly realized that his gaze was fixed on someone in the back row.

It was a person with silver hair, but whose face was not clearly visible.

"..."

"Alright," he said, frowning. "Let's begin today's lesson."

"First, before we learn black magic, we need to know what black magic is."

So this is... a dark magic class in a place called Durmstrang?

Harry shook his head in surprise. How did Professor Hamilton do that? Did she create it with magic?

Does anyone know the answer?

Upon hearing the Dark Arts professor's question, Harry instinctively looked behind him, only to find that it wasn't Hermione sitting there, but a rather aloof-looking young man.

He was staring at the middle-aged man as if he knew the answer.

"Mr. Muller, do you know?"

The young man named Muller slowly stood up: "Black magic is a spell designed to harm others, and it is highly dangerous to people. At the same time, when casting it, one must harbor hostility and malice towards the target."

"Very good answer, Mr. Mueller." The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction, but instead of the applause he would have received at Hogwarts, he was met with a smacking of dissatisfaction.

Harry looked around at the other students and noticed that they all looked somewhat dissatisfied...

This student named Muller doesn't seem to be very popular.

"Pat...pat..."

A lone, somewhat lonely clap came from the last row. Harry instinctively turned his head and saw it was from the silver-haired person…

Just as he was puzzled, the professor of dark magic coughed and said, "Quiet down."

"Now that everyone understands the theory of black magic, let me show you what actual black magic is," he said, raising his wand towards the ceiling.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Buzz!"

A ghastly green light shot straight into the sky, and Harry landed hard on his backside. He pursed his lips and stared in astonishment at the middle-aged man, a piercing scream ringing in his ears.

Fortunately, the screams stopped a second later, replaced by gasps from the students.

It wasn't disgust or fear... Harry sensed it was worship.

"This is the Killing Curse, one of the Unforgivable Curses stipulated by the Ministry of Magic," the middle-aged man said slowly, looking at the wizards below the stage. "It is also the most dangerous curse."

"It will also be prohibited from being used by people." He said, then suddenly curled his lips into a slightly sarcastic smile: "Believe me, this will change within a few years."

"Because... the master will..."

It was as if the audio had suddenly disappeared; Harry only heard fragmented words.

It seems... someone has modified this section... was it Professor Hamilton?

Harry shook his head in surprise... He felt a little dizzy.

Is it because of the Killing Curse?

While he was confused, the middle-aged man continued speaking.

Unlike previous Defense Against the Dark Arts classes... although Quirrell wasn't exactly a competent professor, his textbook-based lectures still taught Harry some simple spells: spells to combat the Dark Arts.

As for Professor Hamilton's Defense Against the Dark Arts class... Harry felt it would be better to rename it Dark Arts class, since the entire lesson was focused on dark magic.

Of course, it's unclear whether Professor Hamilton did this intentionally... many parts about how to use this spell were handled in a very vague way.

Most of the time, Harry couldn't see the gestures clearly.

Therefore, this is more like a theoretical lesson on black magic, with an emphasis on the specific knowledge of black magic.

Harry hadn't expected there to be so much dark magic... In this one class alone, the middle-aged professor had already demonstrated more than a dozen kinds of dark magic, some of which Quirrell had mentioned, but most of them were relatively unfamiliar.

Moreover, the scene created by Professor Hamilton... is quite realistic, as if it really happened.

As Harry was still somewhat reluctant to leave, the fog slowly dissipated.

"Phew..." Then he heard a long sigh coming from all around him.

That's Ron... He looked to the side and saw his red-haired friend sitting there, panting heavily.

It seems to be over?

"Harry, Ron!" He was about to speak when he heard Hermione's voice behind him.

Did you see that?

"What did you see?" Harry paused, while Ron frowned and remained silent.

"Demstrang... a real illusion... and dark magic..." Hermione seemed to have a lot to say.

Not only her, but the other students also seemed to be discussing it noisily, as if the lesson just now... had surprised them all greatly.

"Clatter".

As Harry was thinking, the headband on his head slowly floated up and then returned to the table.

It was Professor Hamilton… He quickly turned to look at the masked professor still standing on the balcony.

"..."

A chilling silence fell over the students, who gradually quieted down, thinking of the dark magic they had just witnessed… or perhaps a killing curse…

But whatever it was, they all looked at Professor Hamilton with a hint of fear.

"..."

Professor Hamilton said nothing more, but with a flick of his wand, a piece of paper appeared on everyone's desk.

There were a few lines of text written on it.

"The headband can be reused. If you want to review the class content, you can put the headband on yourself."

"Each person has only one headband, so please make sure to protect it."

"If you have any questions, you can write to me."

"Don't come to my office!"

The last line of bright red text made Harry raise an eyebrow.

"Bang!"

The office door closed, and Professor Hamilton left.

"This is definitely not ordinary magic," Hermione said immediately as soon as she closed the door. "And this isn't an ordinary magical artifact either!"

"Is that so?" Harry thought for a moment and asked, "Then do you know what Durmstrang is?"

"Durmstrang is a magic school similar to Hogwarts, located in Northern Europe," Hermione said after thinking for a moment. "Except it's known for producing dark wizards."

"How would Professor Hamilton know what Durmstrang's lessons were about?" Harry thought for a moment and said, "Was what just happened... some kind of memory?"

"Very likely." Hermione nodded seriously. "Then such a realistic scene... it definitely can't be simple magic... it must be a memory."

As she spoke, she suddenly realized something and looked at Ron: "What's wrong, Ron?"

Harry then noticed that Ron had been sitting there silently, his face pale.

"I...I was just hit by the Killing Curse."

"Huh?!" Harry and Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"What do you mean, Ron?" Harry asked quickly. "That spell wasn't aimed at the ceiling..."

"I was a little too close," Ron said quietly. "And I realized... they didn't have physical forms, so..."

"So you're on the same side as that Dark Arts professor?" Hermione looked at Ron with disbelief. "You're insane!"

"We...we should take him to Madam Pomfrey first," Harry said, pursing his lips. "That headband..."

"Be careful when wearing it..."

He glanced at the tightly closed office door as he spoke.

Professor Hamilton really has a lot of secrets.

Professor Hamilton has no secrets at all! Her biggest secret is nothing more than a slight connection with Grindelwald!

She was leaning against the office door, covering her head, unable to speak for a long time. Her pale face was covered in sweat, and her pointed ears were already standing up high out of shame.

This is so shameful! So terrifying! It's...it makes me want to die! I want...I want to escape from here...

That was Loila's assessment of her first class; just standing there, she felt like she was about to faint, thankfully she was able to hold onto the railing...

But that piece of paper on the back... what kind of professor communicates with students like that! They even mentioned writing a letter or something...

The students must be extremely disappointed! Loila covered her face, trembling, and began to think about why she had come here.

In the end, all the fear turned into one thought: Lord Grindelwald, please take me away!