Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 336, Section 335: The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sheehan also harbored a deeper question—did he possess a second Animagus?

As I was thinking this, it was already completely bright outside.

Before leaving, Sheen habitually opened the control panel again:

[Matter Transformation: Expert Level (10/3000)]

【Magic Transformation: Beginner (50/300)】

【Soul Transformation: Beginner (280/300)】

After this trip to the borderlands, the required Soul Transformation proficiency for the [Expert] level is almost gone.

Thinking of this, Sheen gripped his wand, and soon, a black cat slipped out of the Ravenclaw bedroom.

Today is a Friday in November.

As November arrived, the weather turned extremely cold. The mountains surrounding the school were shrouded in a gray haze, covered in ice and snow, and the lake was frozen solid, cold and hard. Every morning, frost would appear in the corridors.

The black cat darted through the window and saw a giant that almost filled the entire corridor.

Hagrid's face was completely obscured by a snow-covered balaclava-style wool hat, and he wore a mole-skin coat. The young wizards carefully squeezed through the gaps beside him.

He seemed to have a unique intuition about magical creatures. When the black cat opened the portrait and entered the secret passage inside, he looked at the portrait several times and scratched his head in confusion.

Avoiding the crowds, the black cat arrived at the entrance of the hall, then leaped into the air and transformed into a little wizard dressed in black robes.

[You have practiced Soul Transformation to the beginner level of the Master realm. Master-level proficiency +3]

"Flying carpet... well, flying carpets are banned in the UK."

In the Great Hall, Hermione was chatting with Justin.

There was a hint of worry in her eyes; Justin's mood hadn't been very good lately.

Of course, he wasn't the only one in a bad mood; Harry had also been looking worried lately.

“I heard from Mr. Arthur Weasley that a man named Ali Bashir had been wanting to sell the carpet, but was ultimately prevented from doing so.”

Because the carpet is defined as a Muggle craft on the Register of Forbidden Magical Items.

Harry then put his schoolbag on the stool and said with a smile.

“Oh, Harry, you look—”

Ron stared at him, somewhat confused.

"I have some big news to tell you! You can't imagine how amazing things happened to me yesterday!"

Harry said mysteriously,

"I saw that Mr. Black Cat again—"

His words piqued everyone's interest, and many of the wizards turned their heads toward Harry.

"If you think about it carefully, brooms are also Muggle handicrafts, so this is foreign discrimination or anti-dumping. If selling flying carpets were legal, the sales of flying brooms would be affected."

Hermione, however, was still seriously considering the flying carpet.

When Sheen walked to his seat, Harry had just finished recounting his adventures from the previous night.

At this point, the topic automatically shifted to an area that should be of interest.

"Should we have Defense Against the Dark Arts class today?"

Ron was somewhat gloating.

"There are no notices on the outside notice boards."

Hermione frowned.

"It's said that the school hospital is lacking a type of magical potion that happens to be the one to treat Lockhart's condition."

Hermione added.

This reminded Sheen of the potion that had gone bad in the cellar.

This is unlikely to be a coincidence.

Soon, the afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class proved Sheen's point. A dark figure rushed into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Professor Snape strode forward, tapped his wand, and all the windows closed.

"What are you waiting for? Open your textbooks—"

He said it in a sinister tone.

"Oh no—"

Ron was wailing.
"I dare say that the reason he made Lockhart look like that was because he still harbored the idea of ​​taking over the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship."

Harry wasn't much better off; he quickly lowered his head.

Sheen silently took out books such as "Defense Against the Dark Arts" and "Dark Power: A Guide to Self-Defense".

"Harry Potter! 'Wandering with the Werewolf,' ha—does it look like your eyes are just for decoration, or are you so arrogant as to think this book can teach you something?"
Gryffindor—

Professor Snape walked up to Harry and said in his distinctive deep voice,

"Deduct five points."

Harry's life, which had finally started to feel a little happier, has turned gloomy again.

He could no longer tell whether seeing Lockhart or Snape in Defense Against the Dark Arts class was more distressing.

This Defense Against the Dark Arts class was grueling for Harry, but for Sheehan, Professor Snape taught him a great deal of useful knowledge, especially regarding counter-curses against the Dark Arts.

If anyone had witnessed the entire wizard duel organized by the club last time, this lesson would be a detailed and relevant theoretical supplement.

When they left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, everyone was silent.

After walking quite a distance, Sheen finally heard Ron say:
"Hermione, why are you still always carrying those books?"

Ron noticed that Hermione always had Lockhart's books on hand, sometimes "I Am Magical," sometimes "Sailing with Vampires," and of course, "A Year with the Yeti" was also one of her favorites.

“Don’t you find it strange? Even Sheen admits that what’s on it is true, but we all know that Lockhart is a fraud.”

Hermione had clearly been puzzled for a long time.

Just then, two balls of flame drifted over from around the corner of the corridor.

Fred and George ran ahead of Harry down the corridor, heads held high, shouting:
"Make way for the heir to Slytherin, the most evil wizard is coming..."

Hermione was very unhappy with this behavior.

“This is not something to be laughed at, and Harry is not the heir to Slytherin.”

She said coldly.

“Well, Miss Granger,”

Fred said,

"But Harry is pressed for time."

"Yes, he's rushing to the secret chamber to have tea with his fanged servant."

George laughed heartily.

Harry was comforted by the fact that Fred and George at least considered his idea of ​​being the Slytherin heir to the throne.

Soon, he uttered something astonishing:

"Even if I had a servant with fangs, I wouldn't choose to drink tea with it."

His words greatly surprised Fred:
“Good idea, Harry.”

"You have a good idea."

George walked away happily.

Sheen watched them make a ruckus, then looked at Hermione, who was holding Lockhart's books and gazing at Harry with satisfaction.

"Professor Sprout wants to put socks and a scarf on the mandrake... If you want to know anything about Lockhart, Hermione, perhaps someone in the greenhouse can give you the answer."

Sheehan thought about it and decided that Lockhart leaving early would be a good thing, as it might allow them to welcome Mr. Lupin sooner.
"You can ask Bruce."

(End of this chapter)