Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

After completing the Charms section, there are very few people who can release the shield.

Miranda is probably the only one who can go to the front of the classroom to use a shield against the flames of the armor. She persisted in calm and composed for a long time.

But Dumbledore didn't give her the position of teaching assistant because he had other grades to test.

Hoffa not quite clear Why is he suddenly unable to release the shield curse? Maybe his magic power is low, maybe his innate talent on the curse is not as strong as I thought.

Speaking of which magic school this thing, there are really some unspeakable innate talent factors in it.

However, he was not too worried for the time being because he could not release the Shield Charm. After all, this was the first release, and he might need more practice.

Charms on the first day of the new head.

The early morning of September 3rd.

Daily Prophet is delivered again.

This time, all the pages of the newspaper are left with a row of large characters.

Britain and France declared war on Germany.

That morning, the entire auditorium was fried, and no one wanted to eat.

If yesterday’s blitz in Poland was only a sign.

The news today is a real rainstorm.

Miranda's color suddenly changed when he saw this line of news, and the whole spirit strength field changed. Hoffa ignored the meal and stared at her firmly.

But she still wore glasses after all, and she did not lose control of her emotions.

It's just that the fingers tremble a bit badly.

Aglaia was also pale when she saw this line of news, she muttered: "It's really a war, this... how many people are going to die?"

Hoffa did not answer, but he knew that all this was just the beginning.

After the breakfast time, all the students discussed the war fiercely.

Some people are filled with righteous indignation, some are worried, some are scared, some are out of one's wits, and some are even triumphant.

The triumphant guy was the ancestor Malfoy that Hoffa had seen earlier in Diagon Alley. He sat at the Slytherin table and said arrogantly: "Muggle is fighting. I said this is a good thing, it's over, it's just our wizard's chance to regain control of the world..."

He didn't lower his voice at all, and Aglaia was eating while gloomy's face was gloomy.

"Trash." She shook her head and said contemptuously.

...

After dinner, the three of Hoffa are going to the first class of today, Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a big class, and the four colleges will take it together.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is located in the largest amphitheater on the third floor. Unlike the one fifty years later, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in this era has not changed teachers for many years. , The style of the classroom is very stable.

There are many glass cabinets in the walls, and these cabinets are full of specimens of various dangerous creatures.

The black elf who cannibalize human flesh.

Vampire hollowed out.

The shriveled werewolf corpse.

Troll with a high ceiling.

There are even dismembered dementors.

Last year, Professor Mellors had never taught them antagonism in a straightforward manner, and the course was mainly based on storytelling and cultivating interest.

But this year, Hoffa has previewed the textbook. The content they will learn this year is more than ten times that of last year's textbook. Half of the dark magic body creatures in this classroom will be studied this year.

But when he first walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he saw Slytherin’s desk. A pale-gold-haired Malfoy was holding a newspaper. He was sitting on the desk like a gangster. Talking loudly:

"It doesn't matter how many fools die. These lower creatures are too capable of giving birth, just like mice."

Tom Riddle stood with a group of Slytherins holding his arms. In the middle, the complexion is both approval and disdain.

Some Hufflepuff next to him covered their ears, and some Gryffindor students glared at him.

But he didn’t care, pointing to the news of the declaration of war in the newspaper and said: “Biologicals are all like this. The lower the creatures, the more they must rely on reproduction to make up for their own shortcomings.”

Hoffa hadn't reacted yet, and Aglaia beside her suddenly became angry. She took out the wand at once, pointed to the group of Slytherins who were gathering, and cursed: "A bunch of trash!"

Following her scolding, a light blue Reductor Curse shot up.

The pale-gold-haired boy who was still talking about it just now leaped against the table quickly, and jumped away.

Other people reacted less quickly, and the angry Reductor Curse blasted the desktop to pieces. The pages of the book flew around, and ink splashed on several people.

With a crash, Slytherin's people gathered around. They jumped off the table and raised wands one after another.

"What are you doing?"

"Want to die?"

At this time, the violent magical fluctuations caused all the pages of the pen and paper on the table to burst and fly apart Come.

The conflict came a bit suddenly, and Hoffa didn't expect Aglaia to be so violent.

Seeing the person who attacked him clearly, the pale-gold-haired boy jumped up after landing and yelled: "It's you, a French half-blood planted in Hogwarts."

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"Do you have to show off your wise remarks in front of others, silverfish!" Aglaia cursed with extreme disdain: "What else would you do besides farting?"

"You One more sentence!?"

"I said you can only fart!"

The stabbing boy pulled out the wand, without the slightest hesitation, and pointed at Aglaia:" Petrificus Totalus!"

Aglaia also lifted wand, all the paper and pen floating in the sky floated, one by one rolled into spikes, and shot at Malfoy like a sharp arrow.

Tom Riddle at the Slytherin table raised his arms and took a step forward with a playful expression.

An inexplicable field of spirit strength appeared in the air, and those flying paper arrows exploded in midair.

dong!!

Malfoy's petrified enchantment also shot on a transparent shield, bounced off, and blew up a table.

Everything around became quiet.

The transparent shield disappeared, Miranda put down Wand, and moved to Aglaia without expression, Hoffa also moved a step forward, looking alert.

The stabbing boy strode forward and scanned for a week: "Who dares to go?"

Hoffa and Miranda stood in front of Aglaia, Miranda turned her head: "That It's Abraxas Malfoy, the youngest son of the current patriarch of the Malfoy Family."

Abrams?

Hoffa brows slightly wrinkle, he saw this Malfoy when he was in Diagon Alley, he had never thought of messing with this guy at the time, didn't expect he still clashed with him after going to school.

What is this, the law of the universe?

But not to mention anything else, he is indeed born with a less flat halo, a typical bloodline supremacist wizard.

Malfoy paced slowly, his eyes dangling back and forth among the three.

"hmph, a half-blood draces, an orphan of Goshak without a grandfather hood, and another...what are you, a pauper who was raised by a rich woman Huh?"

"hahahahahaha!"

The entire Slytherin table burst into laughter.

Miranda and Aglaia immediately raised the wand, but Hoffa grabbed their wrists and forcibly suppressed the angry two.

Malfoy said with a sneer: "How much did Drasses give you? I will give you three times as much as Malfoy!"

Hoffa has no expression on his face, but the spirit strength field has penetrated Throughout the classroom, the dust on the ground shook slightly.

On the other side, Tom Riddle tilted his head slightly and took an imperceptible step forward.

Hoffa's spirit strength field was immediately pressed back several meters, and the secret use spell of Broken Grip was interrupted.

Hoffa’s attention instantly withdrew from the rampant Malfoy and turned to the “Old Partner” of the orphanage. The scene where Aglaia’s transfiguration was directly interrupted in the air had already made him notice. At the end of the day.

But now it seems that Tom Riddle really interrupted her transfiguration.

This guy, did he grow up like this in a summer vacation? He deserves to be the Dark Lord in the future.

The atmosphere in the classroom with swords drawn and bows bent, some pieces of paper are floating in the sky.

Those Hufflepuff and Gryffindor sitting in their seats silently picked up the books, far away from them.

But at this moment.

Boom! !

The sound of closing the door came from the door.

An old man wearing a red robe strode into the door. He was slightly hunchbacked, his head was bald, there was no hair, but he had a thick gray beard. He also held a marching cup for Auror to drink.

It is the head of Gryffindor, an elderly Professor Melrose, an old Auror.

"What's the matter?"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the mess all over the floor and asked sharply.

Malfoy snorted coldly, and turned green robe around.

Hoffa immediately grabbed Aglaia and tried to get her to sit back. Although this old man has a good temper, he is an old Auror after all, or the current Gryffindor head, no one dares to really mess with him.

Several Gryffindors got up and said a few words with him. Professor Melos immediately looked towards Aglaia and Malfoy.

"Are you two making trouble?"

Malfoy proudly lifts the head, without saying a word, took a few Slytherins back to his seat.

Tom Riddle stood up politely: "teacher, it's okay, just have fun. The students have a little bit of defensive skills."

"Sit back."

Mellos said sternly: "We must practice defense skills and go outside."

Tom Riddle sat back, but in secret, Malfoy secretly confronted Agleabi A middle finger.

Aglaia couldn't help it. She watched Malfoy spit on the ground and said in a loud voice: "Trash is trash."

The group of Slytherins suddenly stood up again.

Professor Melos knocked on the table, and the marching kettle where Auror drank water flew into the sky.

He sternly said: "Insult the student at will, Drasses, Ravenclaw deducts 20 points!"

Slytherin who was about to stand up slowly sat back.

The veins on Aglaia's head were violent, Hoffa held her arm with one hand, and patted her shoulder with the other. Helpless said:

"You forgot again, I want to take revenge. Here, it’s irresponsible."

After finishing talking, he and Miranda took Aglea by one arm and forced her to sit down.

After sitting down, Aglea said to Hoffa: "You are believing or not I will kill him one day."

"Believe the letter." Hoffa Xishining said. "Let’s go to class first, don’t rush for a while."

But Aglaia obviously didn’t listen to Hoffa’s advice. She spent every lesson dreaming about how to humiliate Malfoy in the most vicious way.

Listening to her tone, it seems that it has not been a matter of a day or two for her to avenge the ancestor-level Malfoy. It seems that there may still be feuds.

For the whole class, the three of them didn't listen very carefully. When Melos talked about the topic of fighting against the dark elves, Slytherin laughed at the table of harboring malicious intentions. Malfoy also made a cut throat gesture to Aglaia, because Veela is also a kind of elves.

Hoffa felt that Aglaia was so angry that she had a cerebral hemorrhage. Miranda kept pulling her wrist, her face very bad.

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Finally, Professor Melrose finished the theory class.

He took a sip of water slowly and said:

"Dippet headmaster this year, I must have heard you too. Every teacher must select an assistant.

I’m no exception, but I always believe that the most dangerous dark magic creature is the wizard itself.

Only the most proficient and knowledgeable person in dark magic can become the most Excellent defense master.

So this year, the goal I want to assess is the Defense Against the Dark Arts skill competition. Only dark magic or defense skills are allowed. I hope to see your development and Understand..."

I haven't waited for him to finish.

Aglaia suddenly raised his hand high.

Professor Melos was displeased: "Why, Miss Delraces."

"Is it a duel?" She asked directly.

"It can be understood this way."

"I want to sign up."

She looked towards the Slytherin table decisively, without waiting for Melos to speak, she speeded Quickly said:

"According to the rules of the wizard duel, I have the right to challenge a wizard. Of course, Abrams. Malfoy, you also have the right to refuse my challenge!"

Malfoy raised his head, smiled at the people around him, and shook his head. Then he looked solemn and jumped out on the table with one arm.

"Come on, do you think I am afraid of you?"