Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

Every day when the new semester starts, Harry feels uncomfortable.

I don't know what evil Dumbledore was in. Snape suddenly became a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which made him feel as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

Especially in the Sixth Year, he needs to choose an improved class of elective courses to cope with his new exam, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

To be precise, everything related to learning makes him feel very uncomfortable. He now wants to be a warrior, just like the other members of the Order of the Phoenix, and Voldemort and Voldemort’s The followers are dignified to fight instead of hiding in school.

But Dumbledore doesn't allow it.

The other members of Order of the Phoenix also have the same attitude. They don't want Harry to show excessive fighting desire. They only hope that Harry can stay in the school safely and steadily according to their plan.

This is certainly not possible.

But the realization of impossible must also be realized, unless he wants to be expelled from Hogwarts and go back to Dursley's house-such a result is absolutely unbearable and acceptable to Harry, so he still needs to be a good one student.

Especially in front of his head, Professor McGonagall, he needs to show this look even more, especially this year he has become the Captain of the Quidditch team and needs to do a lot of things-he is no longer that wayward Of the child.

Furthermore, under the semi-mandatory suggestion of Professor McGonagall, he has chosen the potion class and got his own course schedule and Quiddich team registration list.

I feel that my life is suddenly busy.

Ron and his curriculum schedule are similar, or basically the same, but the two people's reactions are completely different.

Ron is very happy.

He took the timetable and said happily: "Look, we don’t have classes now...There are no classes after the break...After lunch, there are still no classes. It’s great..."

It's like showing off that he suddenly got something incredible.

The two of them returned to the common room. There were only six or seven Seventh Year students. Katie Bell was also there. She was the only Gryffindor Quiddich team she had joined during Harry First Year. team member now.

"I guessed you would get it, it’s great."

The girl pointed to the Captain badge on Harry’s chest and said loudly to him: "Remember to tell during the trials Let me say it!"

"Don't be stupid,"

Harry said, "You don't need to participate in the selection. I have watched you play for five years..."

"Don't do this at first."

The girl put on a warning look at Harry: "You know, some people have better skills than me. Many,

There used to be some very good teams, because Captain always let familiar faces play and let his friends join the team. As a result, the team that played well was ruined..."

Her this remark made Ron feel a little uncomfortable, and he lowered his head to play with Hermione, the spiked flying saucer confiscated from Fourth Year students.

The Spike flying saucer is in the Mobiliarbus in the common room, roaring to bite the tapestry on the wall, Crookshanks stares at it with dangling eyes, every time he sees the flying saucer coming over, he makes a cry of si si.

No matter whether it is happy time or depressed time, it is always short.

One hour later, they reluctantly left the sun-drenched common room and went downstairs to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts technique class.

Hermione was already lined up outside the classroom, holding a pile of heavy books in her arms, as if she had been abused.

"There is a lot of homework for the Magic Lesson," she said anxiously, when Harry and Ron lined up with her: "A 15-inch long article, two translations , I have to finish reading so many books by Wednesday!"

"What a bad luck."

Ron yawned.

"You wait,"

Hermione said angrily, "I dare to say that Snape will also arrange a lot of homework for us."

Just While she was talking, the classroom door opened and Snape walked into the hallway.

He was the same as before. His greasy black hair was separated from the two sides and framed the waxy yellow face.

The team fell silent immediately.

His voice was as cold as winter ice: "Come in."

As he walked into the classroom, Harry looked around.

Snape has branded his own character in this classroom.

The curtains were tightly drawn, only the dim light from the candles, and the light was darker than usual.

There are pictures on the walls that have never been seen before. Many pictures show people suffering, hideous wounds, and bizarrely distorted body parts.

After the students sat down, no one spoke, and they all turned to look at these gloomy terrifying pictures on the wall.

"I, not yet, tell you to take out the book."

Snape said, closing the classroom door, and walked to the back of the podium to face the whole class of students.

Hermione hurriedly threw the copy of "Encountering the Faceless Monster" in her hand back to her schoolbag and tucked it under the chair.

"I have something to tell you, I hope your attention will be highly concentrated."

His dark eyes swept across the raised faces and stopped on Harry’s face. The time is slightly longer than others.

"So far, you must have changed five teachers in this course."

Presumably...

Harry thought sharply: like You've never seen them come and go one by one, Snape, hope it's you next.

"Needless to say, these teachers have their own teaching methods and teaching focus.

In this chaotic situation, I am surprised that there are so many of you who are still reluctant. I passed the OWLs exam for this course.

If you can keep up with the improvement class, I will be even more surprised because its content is much more profound."

Snape walked off the stage and walked around the classroom, his voice lowered.

In order to be able to see him, the students craned their necks one by one.

"Dark magic," Snape said, "myriad, there are many kinds, changes, and endless.

Walking with them is like fighting with a multi-headed monster, just cut After dropping a head, a new head appeared immediately, which was more fierce and cunning than the original one.

What you are facing is something that is unpredictable and indestructible."

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Harry stared at Snape.

It's one thing to take dark magic seriously as a dangerous enemy, but like Snape, it's obviously another thing to talk about them with a tone of love and admiration.

"So, your defense,"

Snape raised the volume slightly,

"It must also be as flexible as the dark magic you need to deal with , Full of innovation.

These pictures," he walked along and pointed to a few of them, "vividly showing the situation of the victims, for example, they were hit by Cruciatus Curse,"

He waved his hand to a witch who was clearly screaming in pain,

"Or feel the kiss of dementor,"

A wizard curled up in a corner, his eyes lost.

"Or suffered by Inferius,"

He pointed to a pool of blood.