Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 522 Oh no, I've become part of your play too.
"Gryffindor, deduct another ten points."

Snape said coldly,
"If I find anyone whispering in class again, I'll put them in solitary confinement."

It's been thirty minutes already; the prize pool is about to explode if it keeps accumulating!

So Cohen and Harry kept quiet under Hermione's warning glances.

“Therefore, your defenses must be as flexible and innovative as you need to deal with dark magic,” Snape said, pointing to several paintings on the wall. “These paintings show you how those victims of dark magic were killed—for example, the Cruciatus Curse.”

The painting depicts a witch who is clearly screaming in agony.

“The Dementor’s Kiss.” He pointed to another painting.

A male wizard huddled in a corner, his eyes glazed over.

At this moment, Cohen felt that many people were looking in his direction.

“But Professor, didn’t the Ministry of Magic say that the Dementors are completely on our side?” Parvati Petit said. “We really still need to learn how to deal with Dementors—”

“That’s what the current minister says, and he’s right,” Snape said in his greasy voice, “but considering the past cases of Dementors escaping, the minister’s propaganda is just lowering your guard… I don’t want to painstakingly advise people who want to die to learn how to survive in dangerous situations, especially when danger is lurking among you—”

Snape looked clearly at Cohen—which prompted the other students to do the same.

But Cohen still maintained his nonchalant attitude.

However, Snape's purpose was not to provoke Cohen at all, but rather to anticipate what would happen next...

“Actually, many of us already knew the Patronus Charm last year,” Harry exclaimed. “Professor Norton taught us—and nobody would have—”

"Quiet, Potter." A smug smile appeared on Snape's face. "Fifty points from Gryffindor, detention, Friday night at seven o'clock. I've said it before, no disrespect to me is allowed in my class."

Then, Harry, who had been pulled to sit down by Hermione, stared intently at Snape with a gaze that could kill, staring and staring, but Snape seemed even happier.

Am I also part of your play?

Cohen asked in ventriloquism.

"Back to the main topic." Snape ignored the chance to deduct another ten points from Cohen; punishing Harry three times in a row was enough, any more and he'd be out of class. "This lesson isn't about this. I think you're all still quite unfamiliar with the use of the Silent Charm... What are the benefits of the Silent Charm?"

Snape asked them.

Hermione immediately raised her hand, but Snape, as usual, scanned the others first, and only after realizing there was really no other choice did he awkwardly call out Hermione's name:
“Very good, Miss Granger.”

“Your opponent doesn’t know what spell you’re planning to cast, which gives you a split-second advantage,” Hermione said quickly.

"This answer is copied verbatim from 'Standard Spells, Level Six,'" Snape said dismissively. "But it's basically correct. Not saying the spell aloud can achieve a surprise effect. Of course, not all wizards can do this; it requires a lot of focus and willpower, and some people..."

He stared at Harry again.

"No, there isn't." Now their eyes met again, one filled with anger, the other with mockery and provocation.

Cohen felt he shouldn't have chosen this course—damn, it felt like he was playing a home security camera in "The Incompetent Husband" and a summer homework assignment in "My Classmate's Mom."

Finally, the course moved into the practical phase, and Cohen no longer had to endure two anxious gazes meeting beside him.

Snape paired them up, one silently chanting the curse while the other silently repelled it.

Cohen and Harry are in one group, and Ron and Hermione are in another.

Harry was in charge of casting the spell, and Cohen was in charge of blocking it; the other group had Ron casting the spell and Hermione blocking it.

This distribution is very reasonable because the intensity is balanced—but it is also very unreasonable because the attacking side seems to have no offensive capability at all.

So both groups were stuck at the very beginning. Harry and Ron were so frustrated they couldn't even utter a curse, while Cohen and Hermione were waiting on the other side for two curses that would never come.

“How about we practice together?” Hermione sighed and said to Cohen, then withdrew the Ironclad Charm that she had been silently reciting.

Whenever Harry encountered difficulties, Snape would swarm in like a fly to mock him—

"Potter, where is your spell? Is it buried in your throat by that face of yours that has no wisdom whatsoever?" Snape asked.

"Did you learn it right away when you first started learning it?" Harry retorted.
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The result was obvious: Harry's one detention was copied into two by the Copying Charm.

After class, Ron said indignantly:

"He never gets tired of it, does he? He does it every time he's in class."

"Being appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts professor must have made him too arrogant," Harry said viciously. "I really don't understand why Dumbledore made him Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You heard the tone of his voice when he talked about the Dark Arts—those unpredictable, indestructible things. He's clearly worshipping them! But perhaps he's forgotten that the course is cursed; no teacher ever stays for more than a year. I sincerely hope he ends up like Quirrell..."

“He just really likes dark magic,” Ron said. “Everyone knows that, and he used to be a Death Eater—what Death Eater doesn’t like dark magic?”

"I'm starting to regret choosing this course," Cohen said regretfully. "Is it too late to change my schedule?"

"Professor McGonagall said the decision was final this morning—because of the points he deducted?" Hermione said, very displeased. "Frankly, your two instances of whispering were really inappropriate..."

“No, I just have a feeling that everyone who takes this class will become part of the nasty play between Snape and Harry,” Cohen said with obvious conviction. “Didn’t you notice that every word he said was deliberately designed to provoke Harry into getting angry?”

“Just wait, when he’s old, I’ll sneak up next to him and strangle him,” Harry said maliciously.

“That’s too cruel, Harry!” Hermione cried out.

“I think Harry has toned it down a bit.” Ron nodded in agreement. “If it were me, I’d definitely be fantasizing about tearing him to pieces. Cohen, what would you do?”

“It’s not that peaceful,” Cohen said.

(End of this chapter)