Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 311: Voldemort's Defense Against the Dark Arts Class

Riddle had a point, at least that's what Harry thought.

But this was clearly a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, not a Muggle Studies class.

As far as Riddle was concerned, he was talking about something he believed was being ignored by wizards and witches and was more dangerous than the Dark Arts.

These things can also be taught in Muggle Studies classes. No one has ever taught them, maybe it's just that wizards ignored this point from the beginning.

The focus of Defense Against the Dark Arts should be defense.

Since guns are black magic, how can we defend ourselves?

How to deal with a second-grade wizard.

Riddle on the stage seemed to have heard Harry's thoughts. "Some students may ask, this only proves that Muggles are actually very dangerous and do not need the protection of us wizards. It also proves that the Protection Law is an indispensable law for wizards. But Defense Against the Dark Arts is to teach us how to protect ourselves. So, teacher, since you use dark magic to compare Muggle weapons, shouldn't you also talk about how to deal with it, just like dealing with dark magic? If you don't talk about these, it's no different from Muggle Studies."

At this point, the students in their seats widened their eyes.

They knew what Riddle was going to say.

To be honest, after hearing what Riddle said, they had lost confidence in the future of the wizarding world.

Some Muggle-born young wizards are already thinking about whether they should take some courses in the Muggle world during the summer vacation.

And now, Professor Riddle's words reminded them that this was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

And those terrible Muggle weapons are just dark magic in this class.

And this was only a second-year course, which meant they could be broken with some simple spells.

Riddle seemed to have seen what they were all thinking. His voice changed from deep to light, and the content on the screen changed to a Muggle holding a gun.

"Yes, I think you have guessed it."

"They can indeed be dealt with with simple magic." As Riddle spoke, some more annotations appeared on the picture.

But no one read the annotations because Professor Riddle had not yet preached there.

His words are far more attractive than what is on the curtain.

"The weapons of the Muggle world, their destructive power, and their ease of use (compared to wizards learning magic) mean that they are worth mentioning in this class. They are what you need to know about in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, after all, the purpose of this course is to protect yourself."

"With the number of Muggles out there, if you don't learn this lesson, it means one thing - death by firearm."

"I'm not exaggerating. Just imagine, late one night, you come out of the Leaky Cauldron and come to the streets of the Muggle world. At this time, a skinny drunk from the Muggle world suddenly takes out a ridiculous little thing in front of you." Having said this, Riddle saw that everyone almost held their breath, so he continued with satisfaction.

"Very good. I can see from your expressions that you have realized something as well."

"Yes, if the bullet had hit your head or your heart, you would have died in this story."

"Killed by a 50-Gallon gunpowder weapon, the most common in the Muggle world."

"And this wizard, that is you, no matter how good you are at Transfiguration or how many Os you got in Charms, it's useless."

"Because you're dead." Riddle sighed deeply.

"Everyone, please look at this picture and the places I marked." There was a sudden buzz from the audience. They didn't expect it to be so simple. If that's the case, even the first graders could handle it.

"Yes, all you need is Transfiguration. You don't need to think about what to turn it into in your mind. You just need to aim at the weapon in the Muggle's hand, or if you react quickly enough, you can transform the bullet directly."

"As for the previous operation, any wizard who has learned Transfiguration can do it."

"And the bullet deformation is at the sixth grade level," Riddle said. He was obviously going to skip over why this operation required a sixth grade level.

Then, Michael suddenly raised his hand.

Riddle's tone paused, and to be honest he was a little surprised.

It's not that he didn't expect that someone would have questions and be curious about the following operation.

It was because, in the darkness, Michael, with his dark skin, seemed invisible. If it weren't for his faintly visible big white teeth, he would not have noticed that a student raised his hand.

"Ahem, go ahead."

"Professor Riddle, is it very difficult to deform a bullet? It's so small why does it take a sixth grade to learn it? We learned to deform living things in the first grade. We even took an exam where we had to transform a mouse into a snuff box. Living things are more difficult to deform than inanimate objects." Michael asked.

"Deform the bullet. The difficulty lies in the reaction speed. The reason why it takes sixth grade is because of the silent spell."

"Silent spells are a high-end spell-casting technique that you will learn in sixth grade - that is, making the spell take effect without saying the spell."

"When facing a bullet that is so fast that it is invisible to the naked eye, it is too late to chant a spell. Only silent spells, that is, your thoughts, will have time to react." Professor Riddle explained.

"anymore question?"

"Nothing."

"Then I will continue to explain why you don't need to think about how to transform the gun into something."

"There are two reasons for this. First, the gun itself is a delicate thing. Just looking at its structure, it can almost be said that if there is a problem with one of its parts, it will not work. And its own ignition also relies on gunpowder, and gunpowder relies on the ratio. As long as they are affected by your spell, they will lose their effectiveness."

"Secondly, it's related to reaction speed. If you insist on visualizing the gun as a specific object in your mind, and if you're not proficient in Transfiguration, you'll most likely be shot and killed before you can perform Transfiguration," Riddle emphasized.

He checked the time and waved his wand. The lights came back on, the curtain rolled up automatically, and the beam of light disappeared.

"Longbottom, the get out of class isn't over yet." Professor Riddle called out to Neville as he was about to leave the classroom.

"I thought - I just noticed that Leif was missing and thought the get out of class was over." Neville sat back in his chair.

"Oh, I thought you felt your pet was too bored and wanted to let it move around." Riddle raised his eyebrows, waved his wand, and a toad flew into Neville's arms. Neville cried for joy.

"This is in front of Voldemort. Even though Neville is no longer as timid as when we first met, one thing has not changed: he still cares so much about his Toad." Harry, covering his forehead, thought helplessly.

I’ve been feeling really annoyed lately. Someone was repairing the sewer and the stench was so severe I had a nervous breakdown a couple of days ago that I almost thought there was a gas leak.

By the way, I would like to remind everyone to stock up on supplies. No matter what, it is always a good idea and will be useful.

ps: Thanks to classmate 20220115110332204 for the reward, as well as other classmates for the subscription and recommendation.

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(End of this chapter)