A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 On a new day, Damocles Bellby had breakfast and went to the first class happily.

　　 Following Felix's suggestion, after negotiating with Dumbledore, he visited twelve wizards who had served as the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which gave him first-hand information about the rumored curse.

　　 According to these predecessors, the impact of the curse is so subtle that it can't even be felt, but after half a year, some hidden things begin to exert influence, and they often encounter some seemingly coincidental accidents.

　　As time goes on, such accidents will become more and more.

　　 Their advice to Bellby is, "When you are brewing a potion one day, and you encounter a failure that shouldn't be a failure, you should prepare to leave."

　　 Bellby kept this sentence in his heart.

　　 In the remaining few days, he began to prepare lessons seriously.

　　……

　　‘Today is the second grade course, they should already have the level to deal with red hats, but I’d better be safe. ’This is his first class, and Bellby feels agitated and anxious.

　　 When he appeared at the door of the classroom, the little wizards who had been chatting had their eyes fixed on him.

　　 The professor was ordinary, tall and thin, and looked a little weak, but he used magic to drag two large cages covered with cloth, which gave them a glimmer of anticipation.

　　 There is no way, their requirements are already very low.

The professor stood at the door and greeted them, "Come with me, little wizards, today is a practical class. I need to understand your actual combat level." He directed the floating cage to disappear at the door, "Yes, don’t forget. Your magic wands."

　　 The little wizards hurriedly packed their things, but they exchanged surprised eyes with each other.

It’s been a long time since they took a practical course on Defence Against the Dark Arts, unless the memorable lesson this year was also included in it. In that class, Guidro Lockhart brought a cage to Cornwall. Little fairy, messing up the classroom order.

　　 "Do you know what I remembered?" Ron said pointedly.

　　 "Those little guys with blue faces are not so quiet." Harry answered empirically.

　　 In that practical class, it was the three of them who cleaned up the mess and took the Cornish Elf back to the cage, in which Hermione's Frozen Curse helped a lot.

　　 They walked through the corridor and came to a quiet, empty classroom.

　　 Bellby put the metal cage in the corner, and a low "chirp" sound came from inside. Neville, who was walking in front, shrank back, fearing that the contents would fly to the ceiling with his ears.

　　 "Guess what?" Harry asked.

　　 "It sounds a bit like a raccoon dog." Ron guessed.

　　 "But cats and raccoons should appear in the magical creature protection class, they are not dangerous." Hermione said.

"I just hope it's not the eight-eyed giant spider." Ron said hopefully, thinking that Hagrid had stocked a group of eight-eyed giant spiders in the forbidden forest, he couldn't help but want to knock open his thick skull and look at him. What do you think.

　　 This news was the secret revealed by Hagrid when they were chasing the monster in the secret room. When he later saw the photos of the eight-eyed giant spider that Hermione had found, he had always been concerned about it.

　　 "He even gave it a name-Aragok!"

　　 Bellby looked at the classroom affectionately, and he recalled the scene when he was in school-although it was not too good, because he was not very gregarious at the time.

　　 He re-introduced himself: "Many people may not know me well. My name is Damocles Belbi, and I have a certain research on potions, but I am completely qualified to teach you how to defend against the dark arts."

"To some extent, I still have a certain advantage. I read the second grade textbook. You need to learn some anti-evil spells and learn how to deal with some low-risk magical creatures correctly. And I happened to be cooking potions. , Know them very well..."

　　 He said a cold joke. From the effect, the little wizards were indeed frozen.

　　 Ron quietly said to Harry: "I guess Hagrid won't like him." But he suddenly had an idea that he wanted to introduce Aragog to the new professor.

　　 Harry agreed. If anyone dared to use his "cute" as a potion material, he would go crazy.

　　 After introducing himself, Bellby referred to the list, remembering the names of the little wizards one by one.

　　 "Milison Bird."

　　 "Neville Longbottom."

　　……

　　 "Ronald Weasley."

　　 After the name was ordered, the little wizards raised their hands curiously to ask questions. They had already obtained various true and false news in advance——

　　 "Professor, you got the Merlin Medal?"

　　 "Yes, just this month."

　　 "Are you a potion master?"

　　 "This is what others say about me."

　　 "What is the potion of wolf poison?"

　　 "A potion that relieves the symptoms of the werewolf's full moon."

　　 "Which is better between you and Professor Snape?" This was a question from Gryffindor, and the other half of Slytherin glared at him.

　　 "Well... the research direction is different, there is no comparative meaning."

After a few minutes, Bellby realized that these little wizards who couldn't let their minds diverge were asking questions. They seemed to want themselves to go to Snape and compete for the name of Hogwarts' first potion master. head.

　　 Bellby cleared his throat and said, “Today, let’s review what we’ve learned, Red Hat, I’ll ask a few questions. If you answer correctly, you can get extra points—”

　　 "Professor!"

　　 A little wizard interrupted him, "What is a red hat?"

　　 Bellby was a little dazed, "Uh... the red hat is a kind of magical animal similar to dwarf, they are distributed in the Nordic region, wait!" He looked at the confused expression below, "have you not learned the red hat?"

　　 responded by shaking his head and sighing uniformly.

　　 Bellby stopped, he felt something wrong, he called a student, "What have you all learned?"

Seamus Finnigan stood up and said something unknown: "Professor, we learned how to play a vampire." He unbuttoned the outer wizard's robe as a cloak, bared his teeth, and made a lofty nobleman. expression.

　　 Many little wizards laughed.

　　 "This is interesting, but it's not the answer I want."

　　 Finally ~www.readwn.com~ Hermione raised her hand to introduce their learning situation this year to the new professor who was at a loss.

　　 "So, except for the little elves in the first lesson, you don't have any practical lessons?" Bellby was completely dumbfounded.

　　 I did inquire about this course, and I was mentally prepared, but no one told him that there is no practical part in the defense against the dark arts class?

　　 It took almost half a minute before he came back to his senses, "Well, then we, uh...then we will learn Red Hat today."

　　 He waved his wand and lifted the curtain on the cage.

　　 The creature in the cage shocked them. It was a short, skinny creature. Except for the top of its head was covered with a layer of red hair, the other exposed skin gave people a dirty dark brown.

　　 "You can take a closer look." Bellby said.

　　The little wizards approached boldly, and looked at this fierce-looking creature——

　　 They curled up in the cage, grinning at the little wizards, and one of the red hats suddenly slammed its paw on the metal cage that had been enchanted.

　　 "Bang!" The fence of the cage made a loud noise, but it was intact.

　　 The little wizards were still taken aback.

　　 Harry clearly saw that its claws were very exaggerated, completely out of proportion to the body, and its nails were at least an inch and a half.

　　 Bellby explained the voice: "Have you noticed their claws? I think someone has noticed that their forelimbs are very flexible and can use simple tools such as branches, sticks, and stones."

　　 "Red hats will be attracted by blood. In addition to normal hunting, if they encounter a Muggle or a little wizard in the wild, they will also sneak attack behind them. We will learn how to deal with them today—"