Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

The person was wearing a black wizard robe with dark blue and gold stripes on the edges. She was about thirty years old, with dark skin, rough and thin features, and a wild beauty.

All the students were attracted by her and talked about her. But the witch did not avoid the stares at all, but looked at the students with interest.

Her eyes scanned the hall like a hunting lioness, seeing the Weasley twins with excited faces, then looked at Harry Potter beside them, then turned around and looked at Wade for a moment.

After dinner, Dumbledore tapped his wine glass with his fork. The crisp sound spread throughout the hall and all the students suddenly became quiet.

"Good evening, children, I hope you are all well fed and watered."

The students all responded enthusiastically, and Fred said loudly, "The strawberry cake today is great, Professor!"

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley, I thought so too."

Dumbledore smiled happily and said, "Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Sera Abigail from the United States."

The students applauded enthusiastically and some whistled loudly.

But Professor Abigail had no intention of speaking. She just raised her hand lazily and waved to everyone.

The students began to feel that the professor was a little difficult to get along with.

"in addition--"

Dumbledore continued, "The Board of Governors has generously donated funds to purchase a batch of Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks for all students..."

"Really?" a student asked in surprise.

"Of course." Professor Dumbledore said, "The new textbooks have been delivered to the common room and will be distributed by the prefects later. Well, what are you waiting for? Go back and see what you are going to learn next!"

The sound of chairs being pulled out could be heard as students walked out of the auditorium. Many of them couldn't help but turn around to look at the new professor as they left.

"She's really attractive, isn't she?"

Michael couldn't help but talk to Wade as he looked around.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, Padma snorted coldly. She pushed Michael away and walked out with her roommates with her head held high.

"I dare say this is the most charming professor at Hogwarts!" Terry also said, "I really hope we have Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow."

"Our class is on Thursday," Wade said, "Just be patient."

"Oh, no..." Terry said exaggeratedly: "Ved, you don't have to remind me."

Everyone returned to the lounge laughing and received new textbooks from the class leader.

"Defense and Deterrence Spells".

Opening the cover, there is a line of big words printed on the title page:

"The best defense is offense!"

"It seems that our professor is really different, right?" Michael murmured.

The students' faces were almost all filled with excitement - the new professor's style was already evident in their choice of textbooks.

Before Weider and his friends started their classes, there were Gryffindor and Hufflepuff classes. Of course, other grades also took Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

Students who have taken the course have mixed reviews.

"Best defense class I've ever taken!"

"She's totally crazy!"

"Can Professor Abigail keep teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"How could Dumbledore allow her to teach like this? It's worse than Lockhart's dramatic performance!"

All the students who attended the class were injured to varying degrees. I heard that Madam Pomfrey even had an argument with the new professor and stormed out of the professor's office angrily.

Padma timidly asked Hermione how she felt about the class.

"Hmm...how should I put it?" Hermione thought for a moment and said, "Very interesting, and dangerous. Anyway...bring the white moss spirit with you when you go to class."

"Excellent!" Harry strongly recommended the new professor's class: "I really wish she had taught us from the beginning."

"Harry, your nose is bleeding." Padma reminded him in a low voice.

"Oh, damn, here it comes again."

Harry hurriedly stopped the nosebleed, and then Wade gave him a healing spell, which finally stopped the bleeding.

"Thanks, Vader," Harry said, and then explained glumly, "I bumped my nose."

"We all saw that," Michael said, "So, what did you learn?"

"duel."

Harry smiled happily: "A real wizard duel."

"It's a bit too exciting, to be honest." Fred grinned, "But for us, it's heaven!"

"What are you afraid of?" George put his arm around Michael's shoulders and said, "Think about it, you've been through the maze so many times, why are you afraid of the duel class?"

Michael thought it made sense, but he also felt like they were fooling him.

Thursday finally arrived amid the anxiety of the Ravenclaw students.

Chapter 229 Attack is Defense

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom had undergone a huge change. Thick cushions were placed everywhere on the floor, and the clutter along the wall had been removed, leaving only a shelf filled with gauze and potions.

"I heard... this was filled in after Madam Pomfrey's strong protest."

Daphne reached out and touched the thick cushions, feeling a sense of relief.

"You all saw Potter's nose, right? I don't want to have a crooked nose like Professor Dumbledore in the future."

"I heard that Potter challenged the professor many times before he was beaten badly." Theodore Nott said, "If he surrenders in time, he will only suffer minor injuries at most."

Malfoy's pale face improved a little, and he showed an unconvinced expression again.

Everyone comforted each other and finally regained some confidence. Some students even checked nearby mats in advance to avoid bumping into the floor.

Suddenly, the door opened with a bang and the new professor strode in.

She walked to the front and waved her wand vigorously. All the cushions suddenly flew up. The students hurriedly dodged and watched the cushions fall to the wall and pile up.

Professor Abigail turned and looked at everyone, without a smile on her face.

"Madam Pomfrey thought you needed these things to avoid getting hurt. But in my class, only wimps and cravens request a bed."

"Anyone need it? Put your hands up!"

No one wanted to admit that they were cowards. Even some people were so scared that their legs were shaking, but they still forced themselves not to raise their hands.

After waiting for a while, Professor Abigail tapped her palm with her wand and said, "Well, you finally showed some courage."

Someone puffed out his chest slightly.

"I'm from Ilvermorny in the United States, and I've also been to the Ouagadou School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Africa. Many people say that Hogwarts is the best, so I took the initiative to find Dumbledore and apply to be your substitute teacher."

She wandered through the crowd and said, "But when I got here, I was disappointed! Most of you are weak--"

She looked at Daphne, who had a pale complexion.

"timid--"

His sharp gaze paused on Lisa's face.

"clumsy--"

Goyle and Crabbe stared at the new professor stupidly.

"hypocritical--"

Draco blushed.

"I used spells in a confused way, and I was so unfamiliar with my wand that I felt like it was a dog from the next town..."

Professor Abigail smiled sarcastically, "Seriously, are you really wizards? Or just a bunch of baboons with wands?"

She stopped casually in front of Anthony and asked sideways, "Do you think you are a wizard?"

Anthony's eyes were filled with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I am!"

"What's your name?" Professor Abigail asked.

"Anthony Goldstein!" Anthony cried.

"Okay, Goldstein." Professor Abigail gestured with her hand: "Then take out your wand and show me what you can do!"

After a pause, she added, "If you're scared, just give in and go find a mat over there to sleep on."

Anthony pursed his lips tightly, drew out his wand and walked to the front. The students around him made way for them.

"all--"

The boy had just raised the wand halfway when he flew out with a whoosh.

"Too slow!" Abigail said disdainfully, "Will the enemy wait for you to be ready?"

She pointed at a student at random: "What's your name?"

Michael took a deep breath, stepped forward and said, "Michael Corner."

Ten seconds later, Michael followed Anthony's lead.

"Go on," Abigail said lazily.

The students went up one after another and flew out in all kinds of strange postures. Most of them couldn't even finish the spell. Because of what Abigail said before, they gritted their teeth and held on, and couldn't even say the word of admitting defeat.

Some students' wands flew out of their hands, and the new professor mocked them harshly, saying that if they were in a real battle, they would have been killed by the enemy.

"But I'm not going to be an Auror—"

Blaise Zabini muttered, obviously feeling that it was a bit inappropriate for the professor to talk about fighting all the time.

"You know what?" Abigail held his head and sneered, "Most of those killed by dark wizards are ordinary, incompetent wizards like you."

Seeing those dark green, beast-like eyes up close, Zabini was so shocked that he was speechless.

Professor Abigail let him go and raised her voice, "Next!"