People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 276: Hillis Black
The identity of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has made all viewers very curious.

Because, according to the number of seats in the guest of honor seats during the live broadcast, unless Ms. Filch in this world is also a professor, the numbers simply don't match.

Therefore, there is only one possibility, that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor did not attend the dinner.

Combined with Chideloy Lockhart, who Harry mentioned earlier, it is highly likely that Voldemort's curse on the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts still exists.

Even Voldemort was very curious about how he, who was so brave and magnanimous in this world, could do such a petty thing.

Therefore, anyone who knew the inside story would know that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who did not attend the dinner must be a stranger.

After all, the time node here is 1996. Moody, who joined the company in 1994, must have left the company long ago for some unknown reason.

At this moment, Harry, who stepped into the classroom, also thought of this possibility.

Because his myopia no longer existed, he looked at the podium with his big green eyes blinking without wearing glasses.

He subconsciously took half a step back.

Hillis Black!

The Sirius of this world!
She is actually the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!
(Sirius shook Lupin's hand, "I'm a professor?")
("It's possible. Lily and James in this world are fine. It's not surprising that you have become a professor even though you have never been to Azkaban." Lupin pulled his hand away. I am a werewolf and I have been a professor. What's the big deal?)
(Snape noticed some interesting details and raised his lips.)
Hillis Black on the stage noticed the gazes and also took a half step back.

"James!"

Harry blushed, "Please note, Professor Black, you are married. My father's name is not something you can mention casually!"

The classroom suddenly became lively.

Everyone started whispering.

Sirius ignored Harry's ridicule and looked straight at Harry.

She only noticed the panic on Harry's face, 'You are serious when you take a half step back, I am Sirius, James.'

(Lupin moved his hips a few steps away from Sirius, "Sirius, you really like James in this world.")
(Snape said with satisfaction, "Sure enough, no matter which world you are in, you are a lunatic.")
Harry had become much more refined due to the transformation of the [Road], and he no longer wore glasses, so Harley did not notice the resemblance between Harry and her father.

But Hillis was different. She married Lupin because she loved him but couldn't get him. She saw the shadow of James in Harry at first sight. Even though Harry had the green eyes of Lily, whom she hated the most, she was addicted to him and couldn't extricate herself.

Draco noticed something wrong in Sirius's gaze, snorted, and stood in front of Harry.

"Why are you looking at my boyfriend, old woman!"

("Well said!" Snape stood up and applauded.)
Harry finally realized the cause of Sirius's loss of composure—Harry's face that looked like James Peverell.

"Harry, you...your mother looks like my mother," she recalled the conversation on the train. "You look like my father too?"

This relationship was so complicated that it confused her mind.

Hillis finally came back to his senses.

She ignored Draco's offense, suppressed her shyness, and asked Harry tenderly, "What's your name?"

"Harry, Harry Potter." Harry, hiding behind Draco, pretended to be calm.

The face of the 'Godfather' in front of him was feminine, not as disgusting as a man dressed as a woman, and could even be considered beautiful, but Harry could never get over the hurdle in his heart.

The last time I felt so disgusted was when I saw Snape's Boggart dressed as Neville's grandmother in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class last year.

But it was mostly joy back then, completely different from now.

Lily in the magic fairy device was also very disgusting. Before and after she was with James, Sirius kept saying bad things about her.

Could it be that Sirius has Dumbledore-like feelings towards James?

But due to Harry's presence, she, as a mother, couldn't just swear.

Sirius's expression softened, "Harry, if Harry was a boy, this would be her name."

"This is amazing. I heard that your mother is similar to her. And you..." She forced herself to look away from Harry's face, recalling her identity as a professor. "I'm sorry, students. I just recognized the wrong friend."

"Harry, you are too extreme. I am already Remus' wife. James and I only have pure friendship."

Harry pouted.

None of the witches present believed what Sirius said. Who would believe that there was pure friendship between witches and wizards?

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class started in such a strange atmosphere.

"You must have had five teachers on this course so far."

“It goes without saying that these teachers all have their own teaching styles and teaching priorities.”

"You are all undoubtedly excellent. In such a chaotic situation, so many of you have passed the OWLs exam for this course."

"But don't be complacent. The courses in the advanced class are much more advanced."

"Dark magic," Cirris paused, "As the name suggests, it is a kind of extremely evil magic that requires extreme malice to be successfully performed."

"It can corrupt people's hearts, making them indulge in negative emotions, and over time turn them into little monsters who are obsessed with black magic."

(Snape was so angry that he was shaking, "She is misleading students! How can she be a teacher? The Dumbledore of this world really deserves the title of witch!")
"So, defense against the dark arts does not only mean defending against the invasion of dark magic and dark creatures, but more importantly, it means fighting against the darkness within and keeping the heart bright."

Harry was unhappy with Siris and started to find fault. She raised her hand, "But don't we have spell cards? The reverse emotional infection of advanced spells, including black magic, is not a big problem for us."

“It’s just that you need to put in the right emotions when you make it for the first time.”

Hillis's face darkened, and he almost cursed out loud, "You vixen!"

This face that looked like Lily Evans, coupled with Harley's provocative expression, almost made her lose her mind in an instant.

But her love for James and the face of the boy named Harry Potter not far away made her suppress the beast in her heart.

She took a deep breath and said, "If you just want to be a magic user, then you can do this."

"But you are in an advanced class. As a mere user, you cannot get an O (excellent) in my course."

"Yes, spell cards for advanced spells. You just need to put in the corresponding emotions when you make them for the first time."

"Subsequent use only requires a thought and input of magic power." "However, if you want to control your magic like a truly great wizard, you must devote yourself to magic itself, understand its nature, and follow its nature to promote the production of magical phenomena."

"But if you come into direct contact with magic and immerse yourself in it, it's too easy to be influenced by it in the opposite direction."

"At this time, the magic wand becomes the best helper."

"It serves as a bridge between wizards and magic. The influence of magic on it will only make it more spiritual. It may even automatically counterattack against the enemy's wand."

(Olivander stroked his chin and smiled smugly, "Yes, that's it. The wand chooses the wizard, not the wizard chooses the wand.")
("The wand strikes back automatically?" Professor McGonagall frowned. "Dumbledore, is this really possible?")
(Dumbledore nodded. "A wand learns the essence of its owner, including its powers and qualities. This is why wizards have always maintained the custom of being buried with their wands after death. Learning too many wands may cause castling.")
("Godelott, for example, sees his wand as a partner, even a mentor, someone who is familiar with wand learning. The wand becomes the master and he becomes the one being used.")
"That's why wands have never disappeared from history. All skilled wizards will keep their wands."

"Okay, we've talked about too much irrelevant topics."

"Next, I'm going to teach you the Patronus Charm. It's a solid shield against the erosion of dark magic and a guardian angel guarding our hearts."

"What I want to teach you first is not its spell card model. In order to successfully summon a patronus with a physical body, you must have strong positive emotions. I suggest that you think about the happiest thing in your life and concentrate before casting it."

"To create a spell card like this, you have to have emotions involved."

"And only if you successfully summon a patronus with a physical body, will your emotional investment be considered qualified."

"So. Everyone, draw your wands."

Sirius's request obviously overwhelmed most of the students. Wands were something they had long forgotten about and put at the bottom of their boxes ever since they made their first spell card.

Many people were still mumbling, "What? Learning to cast spells with a wizard's stick is so out of date."

Hillis was not angry, but patted his chest and said, "Fortunately, I was prepared."

With a wave of his right hand, rows of old wands with mottled marks appeared on the table.

"If you don't have a wand, come up and get one. You can use it in this class."

The sound of stools being moved could be heard in the classroom one after another. The witches stood up one by one and came to the podium to get their wands.

Soon, all the students had wands in their hands.

Hillis waved his hand again, and the chairs in the classroom moved and overlapped at the back of the classroom.

A cabinet appeared in front of the podium.

"Everyone line up in two rows."

"There's a Boggart in there. You should have learned about it a long time ago. It's a non-being that takes the shape of something wizards fear."

"I used a Confusion Charm to trick it into thinking that the ones you were afraid of were Dementors."

"Dementor?" Harry challenged again, "Are you crazy? This is the guard of Azkaban, the monster that drives all the dark witches crazy! How dare you bring it to class?"

(Sirius frowned, "Just because I changed my gender, why did Harry's attitude towards me change?")
(Lupin on the side muttered, "What a fool! Would you like a woman who pesters your father all the time?")
Hillis took another deep breath and smoothed out the frown between his brows.

"Dementors are monsters that can bring despair to people."

"It is also a good training object for the Patronus Charm. The guardian summoned by the Patronus Charm can act as a shield between wizards and Dementors."

"But only a physical, corporeal Patronus can expel Dementors."

"The things that a Patronus promotes - hope, happiness, the desire to live - are the food of Dementors. If the Patronus is not formed, all you are giving the Dementors is some more refined, processed food."

"You don't have to worry. The Dementor you will see later is a Boggart. It won't cause any real harm to you."

"Okay, now let's get to the point."

"The spell is this—" Sirius cleared his throat, "Expecto Patronus."

"How do you wave a wand?" Harry asked again, "We just had a spell class, but it's important to know the trajectory of how to wave a wand."

"You vixen, watch me tear your mouth!" At this moment, Hillis only wanted to say this.

But reason told her that the Harry in front of her had another identity - James' daughter.

"You are all in the sixth grade, you should know the origin of magic." Hillis gritted his teeth and said, "Although most of it comes from the patterns on magical animals, there are also a few that are the product of wizards' own flashes of inspiration, and then they split and deciphered the magic runes and named the spells and passed them down."

"The latter often lacks the requirements for the trajectory of the wand swinging, and only requires attention to the emotions and the spell itself when casting the spell."

"The Patronus Charm is such a spell."

(“Is that so?” Although Ron did not know the Patronus Charm, he had seen and heard the users of this spell. “When using this spell, isn’t it that you draw a circle with your wand, take a step forward, and thrust it forward suddenly? That’s how Harry used the Patronus Charm.”)
(Ron's words sounded very different to Ginny, "Harry knows the Patronus Charm? He's going to get attention again? Ron and Draco must like him more.")
(Hermione ignored Ginny's words, "Perhaps it's because this world invented spell cards, so there is no way to deduce the wand swing trajectory of the Patronus Charm?")
"Is that so?" Harry decided to quit while he was ahead.

"Then I will repeat the spell again. Repeat after me, 'Expecto Patronus'."

"Expediate!" the whole class said in unison.

"Okay," said Sirius. "Very good. But that's the easy part. Just saying the spell isn't enough, you see. That's up to you, Harry."

Harry, who had already hidden at the back, doubted his ears.

Harry, who had already taken a step forward and stood in front of the cabinet, began to be surprised that it was not her who was called.

"Yes," Sirius nodded, "It's you Harry."

She actually had selfish motives in doing this. She wanted to let Harry come first before she fainted from anger.

This way you can focus on preventing him from getting hurt.

After all, Harry is a little wizard from the Muggle world.

Harry wanted to refuse, but finally took the heavy step to the cabinet.

He really wanted to say that he already knew the Patronus Charm.

He no longer wanted to be in the limelight. How could he concentrate on his mission if he continued like this?

Could it be that all the information was left to Krum to find out? If this continued, his contribution would be in jeopardy.

(End of this chapter)