Hogwarts becomes host

To be fair, students at Hogwarts still want to learn.

Who doesn’t want to strengthen his strength? Who doesn’t want to use fancy spells?

As long as the professor is willing to teach, the students are also willing to learn, and their motivation is even higher than that of Muggle children.

After all, the sense of accomplishment returned by magic is faster and more abundant than ordinary knowledge.

As long as you master it, once you successfully cast the spell, you can show off in front of other students.

But the problem is that everyone's body is different, the way of driving magic power is also different, and the amount of magic power is also different. It is impossible for the professor to guide you to such a detailed level, which makes learning magic a very talent-intensive process. matter.

In order to deal with this problem, wizards have worked together to study a lot of theoretical knowledge, saying that as long as they have a thorough understanding of this knowledge and the assistance of skills, even wizards with low magic power and poor talent can successfully cast magic.

However, what little wizards hate most is these theoretical knowledge that is almost as good as bricks.

In the eyes of students, magic is about using a magic wand to create gorgeous things by touching ping pongs. Reading is magic if you memorize spells. What’s the point of memorizing those inexplicable and difficult-to-understand definitions? Why do some people don't need to memorize these things? They can cast spells just by chanting them.

We don’t want endorsements, we want to use magic

I'm a wizard, how can I not use magic spells?

If you can't create magic, it's because your professor taught you poorly.

Professor: Haha, whatever you want to say, these are the final exams anyway.

Therefore, the little wizards are looking forward to Adair's Defense Against the Dark Arts class with great anticipation.

Apart from the fact that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class itself is more practical, Adair's reputation, and Slytherin's heritage, the most important thing is that Adair has no textbooks and will definitely not be allowed to endorse it.

There are no textbooks, so every class must be genuine and you will learn good things.

A large group of students immediately surrounded George and Fred. The students who couldn't squeeze in looked for other fourth-year students. Everyone was curious about what Adair taught in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The twin brothers' eyes rolled around. After a while, he immediately started to show off his skills and whetted everyone's appetite.

The three Harrys didn't go out of their way to listen, and even gave up their seats.

Because they have Adair's class in the afternoon, no matter how much they listen to it, it is better to actually take it once.

Moreover, Elaine complained to them hundreds of times about Adair's teaching level, saying that if he could teach, he would have been invincible in the world. He just said some incomprehensible words and didn't explain it well. If he couldn't do it, he would be too talented. Barabara

Coupled with what happened last night, the three of them had really subtle feelings towards Adair.

I went to the classroom with an uneasy feeling. There was already a long queue in front of the classroom. Even though the bell had not yet rang, it was obvious that everyone wanted to grab a good seat or arrive early to impress the professor.

After the class bell rang, the door opened. As soon as everyone entered the classroom, they found Adair waiting at the desk.

It seemed that he did not go to the restaurant to eat, but asked the house elves to deliver the meals to the classroom. Harry and Nott, who was putting away the food, met their eyes. Nott bowed his head slightly and then disappeared.

Harry and Ron chose a seat on the right side of the front row. As usual, Slytherin was on the left and Gryffindor was on the right. They were clearly separated, except that Elaine was missing, so Daphne sat with Hermione.

"Put away your wand, we won't need it in this class." Adair didn't mention anyone by name. He waited until all the students were seated before he spoke. "Remember from now on, you don't need to bring a wand on odd-numbered weeks, and you don't need to bring pen and paper on even-numbered weeks, unless I specifically remind you."

The students moved one after another, looking a little frustrated, but they quickly cheered up.

This class is useless. At least there is another class.

"I'm just saying that. Although I said at the dinner yesterday that I would teach you the inheritance of Slytherin." Adair continued calmly, "But with your meager skills and your undeveloped magic power, you cannot bear it." Those who have learned this knowledge must be at least in the fourth year to be eligible to learn it - however, you can also enjoy the benefits of Slytherin in the Potions class, the History of Magic class, or the ancient runes course that you will take next year."

The students were even more frustrated, and Seamus mustered up the courage to raise his hand.

"Professor, but none of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers from previous years could stay long─"

"Yes, because Voldemort placed a curse." Adair snorted, and some students shuddered. "But you can rest assured that I have been dead a long time ago. Even if this body is destroyed, it can be rebuilt. If nothing happens, I will continue to teach you. If the curse can really kill me, I will be very happy."

"Professor, I don't understand what you mean. Aren't you alive now?" Lavender asked with half fear and half respect. "The dead cannot speak"

"This is one of the most profound black arts. If you pay the price, you can escape the resurrection of death──" He glanced at the students below who were very interested. "It's just that you will become worse than dead."

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at his chest. With a loud bang, a big hole was blown out of his left chest. Blood and flesh splashed onto the students in the front row, shocking everyone. Neville even fell off his chair.

"Recover as before."

The whole class heard the spell Adair recited. It was the most basic repair spell, one of the spells taught in the first grade. It can be used to seamlessly repair most damaged objects, but it can only be used on inanimate objects. If you try Using the Restoration Charm to treat wounds on people or animals will cause serious secondary damage. Professor Flitwick repeatedly reminded this point, and even asked the entire class to copy it ten times to avoid misuse.

Then, they saw the spattered blood foam and pieces of flesh fly back to Adair's body and reassemble into their original appearance. It was worth their while.

"I've said it before, this body is just a fake." Adair said lightly, "It's a combination of alchemy and black magic. Don't think it's very convenient. Before you put yourself in it, your soul will be subjected to endless damage." With recoverable damage, you will never be able to rest in peace, and your soul will be trapped in this world forever.”

"Isn't that nice?" Malfoy whispered.

But he didn't know that the Shafiq family had very good ears.

"I don't think there's anything good about this." Adair's tone was full of anger, and the murderous aura bursting out of him made the whole class shiver. "You live to enjoy a better life, to pursue glory or anything you value, but the side effect of this black magic is to deprive you of all meaning in the world, and even force you to fall into darkness, annihilate your humanity, and become Monster, what’s the point of living in this way?”