The Emerald at Hogwarts

Chapter 476 "Magic Defense Theory"

Outside the box, Crabbe and Goyle were slumped in the aisle like two puddles of mud; inside the box, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson squatted in a corner with their heads in their hands, which became the laughing stock of the prefects.

Cedric continued to talk about the precautions for the prefects in the new semester, and the prefects of all the colleges listened carefully.

At this moment, everyone understood one thing, no matter whether the mysterious man came back or not, and no matter what the Ministry of Magic said about Dumbledore, as long as Ada was still in school, students like them would not be able to make a fuss.

In this regard, Draco Malfoy has tried his own method and successfully demonstrated to everyone.

The train went all the way north, and the weather was unpredictable.Raindrops beat intermittently against the car windows, and then the sun lolled out, before clouds drifted past and covered it up again.

The rain had stained the car windows, and Ada had been looking at the blurry scenery outside. She had no thoughts about this prefect meeting.

A year ago, she was still calling on everyone in this box to unite and not to lose face outside.A year later, she was still in this box, but she only felt that she was a bit "cute" back then.

"Ada, Ada..."

Cedric called out a few times, and then called the empty Ada back to reality, and he continued: "I've finished talking, do you have anything else to emphasize?"

"No, that's it. The meeting is over." Ada said, stood up and walked out of the prefect's box first.The prefects followed in her footsteps and left.

Everyone moved together like this, which made the box messy. In the chaos, no one knew who stretched out his hand and pushed Malfoy, pushing the squatting young master Malfoy to his buttocks.

Pansy Parkinson next to him didn't run away either, and also fell down.Compared with the two of them, Crabbe and Goyle outside the door were even more miserable. These two were covered with the shoe prints of the prefects.

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After looking for a few cars, Ada found the twins' box, and everyone was there.

The twins and Lee Jordan were chatting about business, occasionally writing something on a little slip of paper with dense handwriting; Angelina and Alia were reading a magazine called The Quibbler.

Ada also subscribed to this magazine, but she read it as a joke book.She doesn't believe a single punctuation mark in the magazine.

Like this issue that Angelina and Aaliyah are reading, and on the cover is a really badly drawn caricature of Cornelius Fudge clutching a bag of gold in one hand and pinching a leprechaun in the other neck.

The caption on the comic reads: How close is Fudge to taking Gringotts?

It's outrageous, although Fudge is a complete idiot and a fool, but Ida is sure that the minister will not drown the goblins or make goblin pies like the magazine said.

Ada sat next to Angelina, leaned her head on her shoulder, and said, "I think we may have a lot of activities in the new school year."

"What activity?" Alia asked, "Dawn? Did you discover something?"

The twins and Lee Jordan also stopped discussing, looked at Ada, and waited for Ada to continue.

"Wilbert Slinka, he was a pacifist," Ada said. "He advocated peaceful means of resolving conflicts, such as negotiations. He opposed the use of offensive spells, even for defensive purposes. That is to say, in his opinion, even if it is 'fire roasted and hot', it is a very evil spell."

The other five people in the box opened their mouths in unison, when did the pimple curse become an evil curse!
"Is it so exaggerated!" Angelina asked, "Have you finished reading "Defense of Magic Theory", how is it?"

Ada closed her eyes with a painful expression on her face, as if the book had caused her great harm.

She said: "I have read it before, and at that time I thought Mr. Slinka was amazing. This time I read it again, afraid that my memory might be wrong, but in the end..."

As if unwilling to recall this painful memory, Ada covered her face with sad hands.

"Isn't there not a single spell in this book?" Lee Jordan asked, "I guess not. In that case, what are we doing in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, reading the text aloud?"

Then, Ada nodded under the inconceivable eyes of everyone.

That book was full of theory, of Mr. Slinka's unrealistic vision of peace.

Everyone was dumbfounded, they couldn't imagine it.

When Death Eaters or dark wizards attacked them, they held up the "Defense of Magic Theory" and asked the other party to sit down, have a peaceful consultation with themselves, and conduct a negotiation...

How can this be!The Death Eaters would just take them for fools and send them off to Merlin with ease.

Although Voldemort hid during this holiday, he would not stay in hiding forever, and sooner or later he would come out and start a new round of war.What should we do then, do we really want to negotiate with this book?
All children know that they can't win on the battlefield, and they don't even have the right to be at the negotiating table.Voldemort would only regard everyone as lambs to be slaughtered and slaughter them at will.

Even if you don't mention Voldemort, the seventh-year students are about to face the ultimate wizarding level exam.

The written test is fine, but what about the practical test?Go up and recite a passage of "Defense of Magic Theory" for the examiner?
Hogwarts is not the Scottish branch of Deyun Society, and wizards are not talking about cross talk.

"Is it true that Dumbledore is getting old and confused?" Fred asked suspiciously, "This is the professor he found so hard?"

George also said: "Is Defense Against the Dark Arts going to become like the history of magic in the future? Isn't the new professor also a ghost?"

After all, the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is really not easy to recruit.The professors from the previous three years are all dead (Folley, Cecil, Quirrell), the remaining one is locked in Azkaban (Lockhart), and the other is locked in a box for nine months (Moody) , only Remus Lupine is stronger.

Under such circumstances, who would dare to come to Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?The living probably wouldn't dare, only the dead dare.

"During the holidays, I met Professor Dumbledore several times," Ada said. "I talked to him a lot."

Ada, who was talking with her eyes closed, didn't notice that when she mentioned that she had seen Dumbledore several times, the twins secretly exchanged glances.

"I'm pretty sure his mind is very clear and he's not confused at all." Ada Xue said, "Right now, my only thought is that this book is the textbook assigned by those idiots in the Ministry of Magic, not the new black magician. Defense professor's choice."

If it is really the "Magic Defense Theory" chosen by the new professor himself, Ada would like to recommend this professor to go to St. Mungo's to see his brain, or go to Azkaban for further study.

It's not that Ida doesn't know how to respect people, or that she is arrogant and arrogant, but that Wilbert Slinka's "Defense of Magic Theory" is really not suitable as a textbook for Hogwarts.

It is more suitable for Azkaban School of Continuing Education.

When the executioners of Azkaban agreed with the content of this book and put down their butcher knives, then Ada would give a little approval to "The Theory of Magic Defense".

As night fell, the lights in the box came on, and the majestic Hogwarts castle could already be seen from a distance, and everyone changed into school robes in turn.

As a rule of thumb, the train slows down very quickly.Sure enough, after turning a corner, the train slowly slowed down.

There was a commotion and noise outside the box as everyone was busy gathering luggage and pets and getting out of the car.

When the train stopped at the dark Hogsmeade station, Ada and the others walked out of the box and joined the flow of people in the aisle.Still no one dared to compete with Ada, but this time the students hid further.

Taking advantage of this convenience, Ada and the others walked out of the carriage in the first wave, feeling the stinging pain caused by the night air blowing on their faces.

There was no Hagrid's gruff voice, no "First Years come here...First Years..." from the darkened platform.

Instead, there was a crisp female voice, shouting loudly: "First-year students, please come here and line up! All first-year students come with me!"

Walking through the dark, rain-washed street outside the station, Ida boarded the carriage to the castle.

(End of this chapter)