Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 17: Failed Defense Against the Dark Arts Class

Tuesday.

Another simple herbal medicine class.

It is worth mentioning that in addition to Hermione winning a point for Gryffindor, the always timid Neville also answered Professor Sprout's question correctly and received applause from the whole class.

Afterwards, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that the whole class had been looking forward to finally began - except for Daemon.

He even sat in the back corner of the classroom early.

This behavior aroused Hermione's dissatisfaction, and even Ron and Harry were a little puzzled - was Damon going to be lazy in such an important class?
"I'm afraid he thinks his Defense Against the Dark Arts skills are so advanced that he doesn't need to listen to the teacher's instructions."

Hermione glanced around the corner and pointed out what she believed to be the truth to Ron and Harry.

"So that's how it is?" Ron suddenly realized. "If it's Damon, that's indeed his style. After all, he defeated the fourth-year Slytherin on the train."

"I don't think Damon is that kind of person." Harry looked hesitantly in Damon's direction. The other party had already picked up a book with "Common Spells and Countermeasures" on the cover and was flipping through it intently.

"Come on, man, you're more disgusting than me!"

Ron was about to speak when a strong smell of garlic suddenly wafted over from a distance, making him so sick that he retched on the spot.

Damon fanned the air in front of him with his hands, frowned slightly, and resisted the urge to use a whirlwind to sweep it away.

Quirinus Quirrell, the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and the current subject of the Dark Lord Voldemort's possession.

Damon didn't want to attract their attention until he had fully grown - it would only take a few months anyway, so it wouldn't be a bad thing to be patient.

However, Damon could tolerate it, but the other young wizards could not. They asked a series of questions to the new professor, and were finally disappointed - Professor Quirrell spent the whole class talking about some useless folk knowledge, and with his stuttering, he didn't even utter a complete sentence, let alone a spell.

Looking at the little wizards whose eyes gradually became dull, Damon wanted to say to them, I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious for now. After all, you will be anxious for more later.

Ron and Harry spent the entire afternoon in the common room discussing just how terrible their Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was – even the usually reserved Neville joined in on the conversation, clearly disappointed.

"Honestly! If Professor Quirrell keeps acting like this, I think we should just let Damon teach us! After all, he's the Prince of Dueling!"

Ron complained to a few people, and the topic unconsciously turned to Damon who was not present.

"Dueling Prince?" Harry muttered the title softly, his attention shifting. "He doesn't seem to be too impressed by the title."

"Why, isn't this title super cool!"

Talking about this title, Ron seemed to be proud of it - in fact, on the train that day, the fourth-year student who flew up into the sky landed right in front of his carriage, and he also witnessed Damon pointing his wand at the other student in a teasing manner from close up.

Neville nodded in agreement. After all, he was also an eyewitness to the incident and saw it more clearly than Ron.

Seamus hadn't seen the entire scene at the time, and was about to ask for details when Hermione, who had just returned from borrowing books from the library, asked the four of them:
"So, can any of you tell me where Damon went?"

"Isn't it in the library?"

"I'm pretty sure not."

To confirm this, Hermione carefully walked around the library before leaving this time.

"Not in the library? Then where would he go?" Ron became curious. "Could it be that Damon is hiding some secret from us? He's such an unfriendly person. We're roommates!"

"Perhaps he has some difficulty?"

Harry defended Damon. "Maybe. I hope you can figure this out."

Hermione returned to the dormitory, put down her book, and walked out of the common room. Ron and Harry watched her disappear and reappear in the stairwell, and finally walk towards the exit.

"Hermione, won't you join us in this discussion?"

"I have a ton of books to read and don't have time to waste on these games, but if you find anything you'd like to share with me, thank you."

"Do you think she looks down on us?"

Ron looked at Hermione's back and asked Harry in a daze.

"Well, it seems so."

In fact, Harry felt that Hermione's contempt was more directed at Ron than at him, but in order to consider Ron's feelings, he decided to agree with her.

However, they soon had no time to think about those things.

Early Thursday morning, all the first-year wizards went crazy.

Simply because a notice was posted in the Gryffindor common room - they were going to have flying lessons, albeit with Slytherin students.

Since breakfast, Hermione had been annoying Harry and Ron by muttering about some flying instructions she had read in a library book called "The Origins of Quidditch".

Damon ate his breakfast quietly without joining their discussion, while Neville listened attentively to all the precautions.

At this time, Seamus Finnigan was bragging about his childhood experiences - he had been flying around in the wilderness on a broomstick almost since he awakened his magic powers.

Ron, however, would find the opportunity to secretly brag about how he once nearly hit a hang glider while riding his brother Charlie's broken broom.

Everyone from the wizarding family chattered incessantly about Quidditch, until the arrival of an owl slightly interrupted it.

Neville's grandmother sent him a Memory Ball - every time Neville forgets to do something, it turns red, and now, it's bright red!
Neville's face drooped, and even his interest in Quidditch decreased a bit.

Just then, Draco Malfoy passed by the Gryffindor dining table, saw the red memory ball, and burst into laughter.

He fixed his eyes on Damon and said again:
"Damon, it is absolutely a loss to the genius that you did not choose to join Slytherin."

He spun around like a peacock spreading its feathers, and said to the wizards:
"Look at our Duel Prince, who is so powerful and far surpasses the Savior, but he spends every day with such a fool. Isn't he afraid that he will become stupid after a long time?"

"Malfoy, if you don't want to miss your first Charms class this morning because of being petrified, I advise you to shut up now."

Damon put down the sausage in his hand and didn't even bother to get angry.

When Malfoy heard the word "petrified", he remembered his experience on the train, his face suddenly darkened, and he left in a depressed mood.

"Just wait and see!" After walking three steps away, he couldn't help but turn around and cursed Damon angrily.

"All petrified!"

Damon suddenly shouted at him, frightening Malfoy so much that he jumped up and got goosebumps all over the floor - however, Damon didn't even take out his wand, it was obvious that he was just trying to scare him.

After noticing this, Malfoy's face became even uglier, and he ran away with a red face amid the laughter of some little wizards watching the show.

This episode dampened Harry and the others' enthusiasm for flying lessons, and they turned their attention to discussing how terrible Malfoy was.

(End of this chapter)