Chapter 620： 6th grade Defence Against the Dark Arts class

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In the classroom, Grindelwald was carefully wiping the wand in his hand.

A black velvet cloth brushed the smooth, pliable shaft and the shimmering gems. His movements were meticulous, and he completed the work under the different thoughts of the four professors.

He dropped the velvet, held his wand close to his eyes, stared for a moment, and blew the dust off it.

At this time, Grindelwald turned his head and looked through the door frame at the messy line in the corridor. Harry stood at the front, and a little girl with tousled and brown hair squeezed half into the classroom, her mouth was surprised. Zhang into an O shape.

"Come in," he said, grinning.

The students poured in.

Harry wanted to say hello to the new professor, but he chose silence in the end, his mind was completely filled with the statue-like professor sitting in the last row, why was Snape here? Professor McGonagall for what reason? And Professor Hepp and Headmaster Dumbledore, have they made an appointment?

Hermione walked in almost on her feet. She picked a seat in the first row and sat down, not daring to breathe.

Harry had already passed by, but he turned sharply, his shoes screeching against the ground, and he sat hard beside Hermione. Then there were Ron, Neville, Seamus... When every student who came in saw the four professors, their unrestrained movements subsided, and they tiptoed like a kitten.

The Slytherin students exchanged glances, hiding the obvious hostility on their faces. They had planned to avenge their dean by making a fool of the new professor, but they were a little confused now - if Snape was the only one, they would take it for granted that the dean came to find fault, but they didn't think that Professor Snape He would bring in three other colleagues to share the same hatred with him, not to mention that among them were Professor McGonagall, who had always been serious and fair, and the headmaster who personally appointed him. .

When all the students were seated, the last three rows were empty.

"laugh."

Someone chuckled, as if they thought the scene was funny. It would have been funny if he had been in another place - Harry thought indignantly, standing on the podium or at the back of the classroom and seeing the students look like quails, but he was one of them now, so He couldn't bring himself to empathize with Professor Hepp's teasing.

He could only focus on the new professor.

The interior is well lit. The bright morning sun shone straight through the huge open window and shone in on Professor Bagshot's face, illuminating every wrinkle on his face clearly. He was wearing a black wizarding robe and was thinner than normal, but much better than when Harry first saw him. His gray hair was gathered behind his head, and the fine wrinkles on his neck were hidden in the collar of the wizard's robe, and then appeared on the skin of the back of his hands. His hands were slender and dexterous, but they were no longer young, eroded by time— —Except for the pair of slightly sunken blue eyes, which shone in the sun, like the sparkling light reflected from the surface of the black lake outside the window.

Grindelwald put away his wand, put his hands behind his back, and looked around the classroom.

"Hogwarts," he said, "an old school of witchcraft and wizardry, no less than any other school in the world. I hope to see some vigor in your faces."

There was a hint of pride on the faces of the students, and their bodies couldn't help sitting upright with pride.

"Ah, it looks like you've realized that you're in a good group, and that would be a good start," Grindelwald whispered, his voice hoarse, but the students couldn't help but be drawn.

They found that every time the professor spoke, he turned his toes slightly so that his body was completely facing some of the students.

"I lived in the school for a while, and what impressed me the most was a sentence." Grindelwald said a Latin sentence and asked expectantly: "Can anyone tell me what this sentence means? ?"

More than half of the class glanced at a girl in the front row. There, with Hermione's arm thrusting like a javelin in the air, raising her hand so fast that it almost hit Harry, Grindelwald caught the eyes of the students and settled on her.

"It's 'Don't disturb the sleeping dragon,' sir," Hermione said nervously. "It's also a Hogwarts motto."

"Your name, ma'am?" Grindelwald took out the roll.

"Granger, Hermione Granger," Hermione whispered.

"Granger," Grindelwald repeated, glancing discreetly at Felix in the back row, who was whispering something to Snape. "Sit down, Ms. Granger. Oh, I forgot one thing—five points for Gryffindor." He tossed the roll on the table. "I prefer to get to know you in this way. Take out your teaching materials."

"Which one... sir?" a student asked casually, raising his hand.

"How Muggles Think, and you can call me Professor Bagshot," Grindelwald asked Draco. "What's your name?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"Another familiar name, a full-fledged member of the Alliance Against the Dark Arts? Now turn to page 147 and read the chapter on 'Social Organization.' You have ten minutes."

"But, Professor Bagshot," said a tall student, frowning, "why are we learning these things in Defence Against the Dark Arts?" His friend Justin tugged at his sleeve, but he was stubborn. said: "If I want to know what Muggles think, why not take Muggle Studies?"

The other students stopped what they were doing—frankly, they had little interest in their books, for reasons similar to Ernie's. No one wants to foolishly read Muggle studies books in a Defence Against the Dark Arts class, they wish someone would object, and the students' eyes move back and forth between Ernie and Professor Bagshot.

"your name."

"Ernie McMillan." Ernie puffed out his chest.

"Hufflepuff?"

"Yes, yes." Ernie's body was a little shorter. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the professor's eyes were very scary.

"Mr. McMillan of Hufflepuff, why don't you take ten minutes to read the above? The answer is there."

What follows is the sound of reluctant reading and flipping books.

Dumbledore lowered his voice and asked with interest: "Maybe I missed reading. Is there anything interesting about this chapter?" Snape and Professor McGonagall all looked at Felix, Felix. Also almost in a whisper: "Just an introduction to some Muggle clubs, societies and social events."

Ten minutes passed quickly.

"Can anyone tell me what you all learned?" Grindelwald asked, looking around. "McMillan?"

Ernie was sweating nervously.

"Well... I know a lot of Muggle clubs and groups like trade unions, hobby clubs and associations, committees, religious groups, academic clubs, political clubs, parties, bands..."

"No, Mr. McMillan, no," said Grindelwald softly. "I'm not asking you to repeat what you saw. Unless you're wrong, but I don't think there's a blind person here." The students gave a low laugh. But Grindelwald did not laugh, but was serious.

"Use your brains," his tone became sharp. "Your brains are for thinking—Harry Potter?"

Harry stood up blankly.

"Tell me what you think of."

"Uh, a lot of people...?" Harry whispered, unconvinced. Some students laughed softly.

"Another word."

"I thought of some groups." Harry raised his voice.

"It's very close." Grindelwald came towards him.

"...the crowd?" said Harry, racking his brains.

"Crowd, yes, that's right," said Grindelwald, patting Harry on the shoulder. "You'll see what a crowd is when you take off the elaborate disguise. Exactly, Potter, please. Sit." He returned to the podium.

Harry tried hard not to show the confusion on his face, sitting back in his chair, he couldn't help thinking, what did he just answer?

But his attention was completely caught by Professor Bagshot's words.

"We, human beings," said Grindelwald, "were weak and lazy, not good at dealing with complicated logic and thought, but wanted to appear less ignorant, so we put everyone we met into Divide into different groups, label them..."

"Good, bad; British, European; Hogwarts, Durmstrang; you and I are in the same boat and he's on my opposite... There's always an excuse. We're so desperate They seek identity recognition and form groups in interpersonal relationships, fearing that they will be left behind and helpless.”

"As an old school of wizarding, possibly the oldest one, you - the students of Hogwarts - have an obligation to confront this physical and mental flaw and avoid mediocrity. Mediocre people are too lazy to think for themselves. , but they rely heavily on the group, and the end result is to casually hand over the rights that they should have."

"And groups are the most irrational."

The classroom became silent. At this time, Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Professor Bagshot." So Grindelwald immediately changed his words, "Mr. McMillan asked what Muggle thoughts have to do with Defence Against the Dark Arts class. I will now answer."

"The purpose of this class is to teach students how to defend against danger. I see that you have learned how to defend against dark creatures, how to defend against evil spells, but I see that you still have a huge gap in your ability to protect yourself. There is a type of danger that you do not have. Take it into account, it's so close to you and you don't hear it, once-"

"Professor Bagshot." Dumbledore raised his voice, and there was some kind of warning in his tone.

Grindelwald was silent, he drew his wand and stabbed the tip of the wand like a dagger on the desk with his backhand.

The classroom was suddenly filled with fog.

The vision of the students was blurred, and for a moment, Harry and a dozen students stood up, holding their wands and looking around vigilantly. Grindelwald was a little surprised by their reaction, but he couldn't tell from his face. He stared at Dumbledore who stood up with anger in his eyes, and made slight gestures.

Felix narrowed his eyes. What Grindelwald said: You can stop me, but you can't stop—

It came to an abrupt end.

The students in the classroom didn't know anything about it, they just looked at Harry and the students at the frontline lookout in astonishment, wondering why they reacted so strongly. But right away, they heard messy footsteps and fierce chants, as if coming from far away.

The colorful flags and the merry parade marched towards them from behind Professor Bagshot and then went straight through them - the students leaned back unconsciously, but they soon realised that it was just an illusion and that those people - should have been Muggles don't affect themselves at all.

They had seen a similar scene in classroom seven.

"London's New Year's Parade, a fairly well-known festival," said Grindelwald casually. "It attracts hundreds of thousands of tourists from all over the UK and around the world every year, so it's no big deal...after all, there's about the same in the UK alone. Sixty million people, and the world's total population is close to six billion."

The students below exclaimed in amazement. They stared at the dense crowd, laughing and laughing all the way.

Harry had seen the parade, but he lived in Surrey, with a population of just a few hundred thousand, far less spectacular. The Dursleys went to London on New Year's Day, but each time he was not part of it, and when that happened, he would be left in Mrs Figg's care.

But Hermione had clearly seen this scene, she was whispering to Harry and Ron, "The London Parade has been very popular since its inception in 1987 and is the most important festival of the year. There are professionals from all over the world. Performers, dance, music, juggling, cheerleading, vintage car displays...it's an unparalleled audiovisual feast."

"It's so lively." Ron said with admiration.

Soon the students were enjoying it, and it was a novel experience for them - like their first time watching a Muggle movie in an ancient Rune class, and they were completely fascinated. The faces of many people were infected by the joyful crowd, with the same joy and smiles on their faces.

"I've never seen such a big balloon." Some students raised their heads, and a huge colorful puppet seemed to pass through the ceiling.

"Hey! Those dancing girls are so pretty!"

Grindelwald tapped the table with his wand, and the cheerful scene instantly froze. The fog was dissipating, and the marching crowd paused, then turned their heads in a stiff motion, staring blankly at the students in the classroom. Being stared at by hundreds of people, Harry felt like his heart skipped a beat, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, and the joy in his mind disappeared without a trace.

Finally, the smoke disappeared, and even the stiff crowd was gone.

Harry slumped down in his seat, panting, his hands and feet seeming not to obey. He couldn't help imagining what would happen if those people suddenly rushed up, those indifferent eyes without a trace of emotion, like corpses... He shivered.

He looked around—Hermione shivered Ron and Neville were pale, as if they were seriously ill. A few seats away, Malfoy's lips pursed tightly, his eyes shone strangely, and a few students even retched silently.

"Now you understand: with the increasing number of Muggles and the rise of what they call 'technology', the Statute of Secrecy is under increasing pressure, and what I'm going to teach you—"

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes - facing Professor McGonagall's glare, Snape's scrutinizing eyes, and Felix's serious expression, confronting Dumbledore across the classroom, his grin showing his white teeth.

"—It's how to hide yourself better."

There were no more accidents in the rest of the class, as if what happened before was just an episode. Grindelwald introduced the concept of "silent spell" to the students according to the teaching progress.

"Simply put, the Silent Charm is just a means of stealth casting, it gives you a head start and an informational advantage in a duel, and it's also very effective when used to hide yourself in Muggle society," he added.

Grindelwald made a demonstration himself. He pointed at himself with his exclusive wand, and the wizard robe on his body immediately changed into a Muggle suit, and his thin cheeks also changed into the face of another middle-aged man.

The students would have applauded the intricate transfiguration if they hadn't been too frightened before.

Grindelwald glanced at the time, "There are only ten minutes left, so please continue to read the textbook, I believe you will have a different perception." While the students were reading with peace of mind, Dumbledore quietly stood up.

"Professor Bagshot, we need to talk about your syllabus."

"Oh, no problem," said Grindelwald. "Headmaster Albus Dumbledore."