Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 579 Defense Lesson
Snape stared coldly at Tyella for a while—

“To date, since 1991, five professors have taught this course.” Snape ignored Thiella and turned his gaze to the other little sprouts listening to the lecture. “Almost every year, a new teacher has been introduced.”

“Of course, these teachers all have their own teaching methods and characteristics, but given this chaotic situation, I’m surprised that so many people have passed the OWLs exams in the past few years.” Snape began to walk slowly around the room, speaking in a lower voice, drawing the attention of the entire class.

“Dark magic,” Snape said, “is a lot, all kinds, constantly changing and eternal. To fight it is like fighting a multi-headed monster. Every time you wound one neck, a more ferocious and intelligent head grows out. What you are fighting is something uncertain, mutating, and indestructible.”

“Therefore, your defensive magic,” Snape said in a slightly louder voice, “must also be flexible and constantly innovative, just as you are searching for ways to break spells. Now look at these pictures—”

Snape suddenly pointed to the oil paintings on the walls and said, "They give clear indications of what attacks were made on those victims, for example, this wizard!"

He waved his hand at a wizard who was screaming in pain.

"The Dementor's Kiss!"

The wizard in the painting Snape was referring to was curled up, his eyes rolled back, and he was lying on the ground against the wall.

“Or provoke an attack.” Snape raised his wand and waved it lightly, leaving a large pool of blood on the floor of the painting.

The young wizards in the audience let out a series of frightened and suppressed gasps.

"Alright, everyone, stand up!" Snape said sternly, tapping his wand on the platform.

After everyone had stood up, Snape swung his wand heavily.

"Clang-clang-clang-"

The desks and chairs in the classroom suddenly flew up and piled up in the corners of the classroom.

“Now you two will pair up and attack each other with your best spells, just like Mr. Tyrell said…” Snape glanced at Tyrell, who was still sitting in the last row of the classroom—

The desk and chair where Tierra sat remained unaffected by Snape's wand and stayed in their original positions.

“First, I need to know what level you all are at,” Snape said, rubbing his nose.

"Alright, let's begin. Now start attacking each other. Use any kind of magic, whether it's weapons, knocking them unconscious, petrifying them, or making them 'buzzing and buzzing'. Anything that can cause trouble for the other side is fine."

After saying that, Snape couldn't help but frown impatiently again.

“I said begin,” Snape’s voice grew increasingly stern and deep. “Are you all deaf? Or do you have no ears?”

After Snape shouted "Begin!", none of the young wizards present moved.

That's not entirely accurate. Many of the young wizards present raised their wands at the person standing opposite him, which was clearly an obvious gesture, but...

But no one waved them or chanted any spells; they just stood there blankly, staring at each other.

A soft laugh came from the back of the classroom.

Snape glared at him sternly.

He noticed that Tiera had closed the notebook in his hand and slowly stood up.

"Oh? Does our investigator have any grand pronouncements to make?" Snape said sarcastically, his tone impatient.

“I wouldn’t call it lofty talk.” Tierra smiled politely and humbly, walking toward the center of the arena. “But I do have a small suggestion.” As she spoke, Tierra stopped behind a young wizard named Nils Rosen, bent down, took his wrist, and slowly raised her wand so that it pointed at the tall boy opposite her, who was also Nils’ good friend, Adama Maric, whose face was quite handsome.

“You like Jennifer Bell, right?” Tierra whispered in Niels Rosen’s ear.

"Wh-what?" Niels Rosen blushed instantly, his eyes darting around.

“What a coincidence, Adama Marico likes her too,” Tierra said with a smile. “He’s been with Jennifer Bell for three months now, and he’s never told you?”

Niels Rosen's face turned deathly pale. He looked at Adama Maric, who was standing opposite him, with shock, disbelief, and anger.

“Neil… what’s wrong?” Adama Marico didn’t hear Tiera’s words and looked at his good friend Niels Rosen with a puzzled expression.

“If I remember correctly, you asked him to deliver a love letter to Jennifer the day before yesterday, didn’t you?” Tierra continued with a smile and a whisper. “You can imagine how he was laughing at you, right?”

Niels Rosen's face was already flushed red, and Tierra could hear the crunching sound of teeth grinding.

"If you don't vent now and do it openly, what are you waiting for—"

"Faint and fall to the ground!" Before Tierra could finish speaking, Nils Rosen chanted the spell in an almost roaring voice.

A sharp blue spell shot out from the tip of Nils Rosen's staff, rushing towards Adama Maric with unstoppable momentum.

"What are you doing—" Adama Mariko hadn't finished speaking when he was struck on the forehead by the curse, spun three and a half times in the air, and crashed heavily to the ground.

“Control your anger.” Tierra straightened up and patted Nils Rosen on the shoulder. “Remember this feeling; it will be useful in my Dark Arts classes.”

“By the way…” Tiera whispered again, “Adama Marico was never with Jennifer Bell… He liked… you.”

“Wh-what?” Niels Rosen felt as if his brain had shut down, feeling both absurd and confused.

“Alright then, students,” Tierra said, “I like war…”

“If you don’t start attacking each other as Professor Snape has suggested, then I’ll reveal your little secrets one by one,” Tierra said. “Like what Felicia Heidemann did last Christmas…”

"Petrify them all!" Felicia Heidemann immediately raised her wand and attacked the boy opposite her.

"Layer upon layer of protection!" The boy opposite reacted quickly, casting a protective spell on himself.

The other young wizards also began attacking each other.

"This year's fourth graders are really terrible, aren't they?" After all the young wizards started attacking each other, Tyella stood next to Snape and clicked her tongue.

Snape frowned, remaining noncommittal and silent.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot the important thing." Tierra chuckled and patted her head, then leaned closer to Snape and whispered:

"Find an opportunity to tell Voldemort... Horace Slughorn is forging the Philosopher's Stone... and he'll be successful soon."

Snape's eyes instantly sharpened.

(End of this chapter)