Chapter 477 Defense Against the Dark Arts

The next morning, the storm that had lasted all day finally stopped.

Kyle and Connor came to the hall, eating breakfast while studying their new schedule for the year.

"Look, we don't have any Potions classes these days!" Mikel suddenly shouted excitedly as if he had discovered something new.

"We don't have any either." Cedric spread out his schedule, "Let me find it... Oh, the first Potions class is scheduled for next Wednesday."

"We too!" Hannah next to him also said, "The first Potions class will be held next Friday."

"You all?" Cedric stood up in confusion and walked along the long table to the end. He found that no matter which grade, there was no Potions class this week.

He was even the first to go to Potions class.

But today is only Tuesday, and there are eight days including the weekend. There is not even a Potions class?

It's okay for one grade to be like this, but it's a bit abnormal for seven grades to be like this.

"Connor, do you know anything?" Cedric asked in a low voice: "Professor Snape didn't come to school?"

"He has other things to do, so he may come a few days later."

Connor said: "Not long after the holiday started, Professor Dumbledore came to see him once. Since then, he rarely left the house and didn't let me in... So I don't know what happened specifically."

After saying that, Connor subconsciously glanced at Kyle who was drinking pumpkin juice.

She felt that Kyle might know why Dumbledore went to see Snape that day. After all, during the Quidditch World Cup, he obviously knew the house elf, and he seemed to be quite familiar with him.

But seeing that Kyle was just eating in silence, she didn't mention it.

As for the others, they were also not interested in this. The only thing they cared about was that they didn't have to take potions classes for a week.

Having this good news was enough.

Mikel happily drank a big sip of pumpkin juice, as if it was a glass of champagne for celebration.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings overhead, and a hundred owls flew in from the open window, bringing everyone the morning mail.

A brown owl threw a copy of the Daily Prophet on the table.

Kyle poured some corn flakes for it, then opened the newspaper and started reading.

The front page was still about what happened at the Quidditch World Cup... Former Ministry of Magic employee Yaxley was imprisoned in Azkaban because he was found to have used the Unforgivable.

The following also included the entire process of his trial. From the photos, Yaxley was quite excited and kept roaring. His originally neatly groomed hair was messy like an old broom in the school broom room.

But it was useless. The second photo showed him being dragged away by the Aurors.

"Ha, I knew they couldn't get away." Cedric said beside him: "I heard from Bill before that someone cast two Cruciatus Curses on Mr. Weasley in a row. It should be him."

"It must be right." Kyle put away the newspaper and looked up in the direction of the Slytherin table.

Malfoy was also reading the Daily Prophet. It was obvious that he was not in a good mood and his face was paler than usual. Crabbe and Goyle were similar.

They had never taken their eyes off the food when eating, but today they kept staring at the newspaper and did not touch the food in front of them.

After breakfast, several people walked out of the hall together and prepared to go to the first class.

"Defense against the Dark Arts..." Connor said, "I don't know how Professor Moody is."

"It should be good." Cedric, who was following next to him, said: "Professor Moody is a legendary Auror. It is said that half of the people in Azkaban were arrested by him. Such a person must have real skills."

"I hope so..." Mikel said.

After Lockhart, he no longer had hope for the so-called reputation. Whether he had skills or not depended on how well he taught.

On the third floor, Cedric separated from them. His first class was Transfiguration.

Kyle and others went to the other side.

Although the class had not started yet, many people were already sitting in the classroom. It seemed that everyone was very interested in Professor Moody's class.

Kyle found an empty seat at the back of the classroom and sat down. He took out his own copy of "Dark Magic: Self-Defense Guide" and waited.

Soon, they heard Professor Moody's distinctive footsteps coming from the corridor.

The originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was particularly solemn.

Before the bell rang, Professor Moody walked into the classroom. His blue magic eyes turned quickly, and he looked as weird and scary as he did at the banquet yesterday.

"Put away all the books." He said in a rough voice, "I looked through it last night, and there is nothing useful in it. It's okay for students below the third grade, but you don't need it."

Everyone quickly put away the books, their eyes showing some excitement.

Previous experience told them that any professor who asked to collect books in the first class would definitely have a good course.

For example, Oren from the first grade, and Lupin from last year...

Moody walked to the front, took out the roster and started to call the roll. His normal eye moved down the list, and the magic eye kept turning around, staring at every student who answered.

"Okay." When the last student finished answering, he said: "Before coming here, I received a letter from Professor Lupin introducing the situation of this course.

First of all, let me say that I don't mean to belittle him, but I don't understand why Lupine would waste a whole school year teaching you how to deal with those dark magic animals... In my opinion, this should be a second-year course.

After all, those dark wizards are not stupid enough to carry a few animals around, they have wands! "

Kyle twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling that he was offended.

Why is it stupid to bring magical animals, and I didn't eat your beef leg... How dare you say this in front of Newt.

Kyle cursed in his mind.

Moody on the stage didn't know what he was thinking, and continued: "But now that I'm here, I have the responsibility to let you understand the practices among wizards...how to deal with spells."

Everyone immediately sat up straight and looked impatient. To be honest, they were a little tired of learning about dark magical animals all the time.

"Then let's start now." He laughed hoarsely, "Spells come in many forms and have different magic powers, including legal spells and illegal black spells, which we often call black magic... …So now can anyone tell me that you all know about those black magic.”

A Gryffindor student raised his hand, "I know one, the Cruciatus Curse."

"Yes, the Unforgivable Curse is one of the most evil dark curses. If someone is found to have used this curse on other wizards, he will have to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban."

Moody grinned and showed a ferocious smile, "I think you must have read about this curse from today's newspaper."

The man nodded.

"This is the best example." Moody sneered: "That stupid guy actually said that he was under the Imperius Curse. This kind of clumsy lie, I don't even need to be there to know that it is false.

Oh, by the way, the Imperius Curse is also one of the Unforgivable Curses... Miss Marianne, I think you must have a thorough understanding of this part of the knowledge. Can you please tell me the name of the last Unforgivable Curse? ? "