Hogwarts magic is justice

Professor Snape was in a good mood, mainly because he had been eavesdropping on the young wizards' class today.

He prepared the lessons, he provided the little wizards' costumes, and even his teaching style was about 80% similar to his own. So whether it was him teaching the lessons or not really didn't matter.

"Disarm you!"

A beam of red light struck the dummy, and then the wooden stick in the dummy's hand spun and flew towards Owen, who caught it with a stylish wave of his hand.

"This is a very commonly used spell. Its main goal is to knock the weapon out of the opponent's hand. But please remember, not every weapon is suitable for you to catch. If you are not confident, don't try to show off. For example, if I deliberately hold a biting cabbage, you knock it out and then reach out to catch it..."

Owen stared at the first-year wizards with a slightly threatening look and said, "Then you deserve to die! Ladies and gentlemen, I want you to remember what I'm about to say, remember it well in your minds and in your hearts!"

"Fighting isn't about showing off; it's about life and death!"

Perhaps the words "life and death" carried too heavy a weight, for someone was actually frightened to tears. The little savior was somewhat displeased: "Mr. Owen, please don't scare us like that, okay? We..."

"Mr. Potter!"

Owen's voice boomed, instantly silencing the classroom: "First of all, I'm not trying to scare you. You've forgotten what class this is! Defense Against the Dark Arts! You don't naively think some dark wizard will reason with you or offer you sympathy, do you?"

A potions professor who was eavesdropping outside the classroom showed an expression of agreement.

"Black and white, justice and evil, are inherently opposed. This opposition predates even wizards. It is merciless and unreasonable. When you try to use naivety and reason to deal with dark wizards, they will only spit on your corpse and call you idiots!"

"Also, Mr. Potter, this is a classroom. I expect that next time you speak, you will raise your hand and get permission before speaking, just like a student. Gryffindor, five points deducted!"

Tsk!

It tastes just right!

The professor smiled with satisfaction, then waved his hand and left!

The lesson was still going on, but Owen didn't go into too much detail. Instead, he used Transfiguration to create a bunch of mannequins: "Now, everyone, pick up your wands and start practicing. Remember, this is the first life-saving spell you'll learn. Life-saving, you know what that means? I hope you take this seriously, so you won't regret it when you face a crisis in the future!"

"Disarm you!"

"Disarm you!"

The young wizards practiced very diligently, but magic is something that requires a certain innate talent; not everyone can master it. Owen was standing next to Neville at that moment.

"Excellent, that's it! The spell is flawless, and the gestures are extremely precise. Mr. Neville, you add one point to Gryffindor's score!"

Neville was initially a little nervous, but upon hearing that he had actually received extra points, he suddenly relaxed considerably. However, Owen's voice rang out: "Don't relax, Neville. Your enemy is ahead. You can't beat him. If he attacks, you'll die. So you only have one option now: knock off his weapon."

"Disarm you!"

A flash of red light appeared at the tip of the staff, striking the dummy, and the branch in the dummy's hand flew into the air.

"Perfect! Gryffindor gets a point!"

After two-thirds of the young wizards had cast their spells, it was almost time for get out of class to end. Owen stopped them: "I won't assign homework, but I've made a note of everyone who didn't complete their spell in class today. Everyone will have to try casting it next class. There will be no extra points for success, but if you still can't cast it..."

Irving slammed his fist on the table: "Then deduct points from those who can cast the spell, by academy! Don't feel it's unfair; you succeeded yourself but weren't willing to help your classmates succeed, so you should be penalized! Now, get out of class dismissed!"

The first-year Black Defense class is one session a week, and a week is enough time to practice one spell.

But giving the morning to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw and the afternoon to Slytherin and Hufflepuff is such a waste of time. Owen felt that the first-year classes didn't need to be so complicated; it would be perfect to have all four houses sorted together.

We still need to talk to Professor McGonagall about adjusting the class schedule. Luckily, she's about to start her fifth-grade Transfiguration class, so we can go to class first and then discuss it.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, but the little wizards' hearts are growing colder and colder, because the final exams are fast approaching.

At this crucial moment, even the most mischievous little wizard would get nervous, because Owen had already made it clear: he could slack off, but he couldn't interfere with others' efforts. Anyone who dared to misbehave, disturb others' studying, or maliciously harm others would be severely punished!

Hogwarts rarely expels students, especially during the decades that Dumbledore was headmaster. Not a single junior wizard was expelled. Over time, people began to think that Hogwarts had no right to expel students.

"Actually, there is such a procedure, but it requires the unanimous approval of the principal, vice-principal, and the four deans of the colleges before expulsion can be carried out. Of course, this procedure is only required if the student has not committed any 'acts that endanger school safety'. If this rule is violated, then it is not necessary, and the principal has the right to expel the student directly."

As Owen spoke, he directed seven mops to clean the corridor. This wasn't actually the little wizard's doing, but Peeves's. So Owen was now trying to persuade Filch: "But Mr. Peeves isn't a student, so we can't expel him. I don't have much to do lately, so I'll help you manage him, at least to keep Mr. Peeves in a more stable position."

Filch smiled and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Owen. If it were me..."

"By the way, this summer I'm going to visit Master Nico and try to make an alchemical artifact that will allow Squibs to use some magic. I'm not sure if I'll succeed, so Mr. Filch, I need your blessing."

Looking at the smiling young wizard before him, Filch's twisted mind was healed: "Of course, Owen, whether you succeed or not, I wish you all the best, and may you always be healthy and happy."

"Thank you very much."

The young wizard hugged the doorman, and before leaving, he didn't forget Loris: "And I accept your blessing too."

Watching the young wizard walk away, Filch picked up the cat: "I really hope that one day I can see Owen become the headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Meow!"

"Yes, Mrs. Lorice, this day will come!"

A while after Filch left with the cat, a tapestry was lifted up, and the twin brother led his younger brother and Harry out.

Fred patted his brother on the shoulder: "Ron, did you hear that? There's a reason why Owen is so popular throughout the school. Even when facing Filch, that Squib, he remains polite."

George continued, "And he's a very kind person. Even though he knew we were hiding here, he didn't expose us. Don't be surprised. Think about it carefully. From beginning to end, wasn't Filch always facing away from us? That means Irving was covering for us."

Ron: Oh no, even my brothers' hearts have turned against me...

Harry: Should we buy something else as a thank you gift? They confiscated the flying broom from last time, should we get something else in return? But what should we get?

Just then, Fred suddenly slapped his forehead: "That's right, remember one thing, absolutely, absolutely do not make any noise while Owen is reading. The consequences will be very serious, remember that!"