I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He walked to the faculty seats and bowed and smiled gracefully at the students.

"You may be familiar with Professor Black. He will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year."

After he finished speaking, loud and clear applause came from the Gryffindor table.

Malfoy looked over and saw Harry grinning like an idiot.

The students woke up as if from a dream.

Sirius Black, was their professor?

Snape's face was like he was dancing when he saw flying feces. The disgust and loathing on his face could kill a fly.

He applied for this position from Slughorn but was rejected, and ended up getting the position of his arch-enemy.

what is this?

In front of the cow?

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Chapter 430: Professor of the New Semester

Not to mention how Snape disliked Sirius, the students' expressions were also very interesting.

Harry clapped until his hands ached but he was unwilling to stop. Even Hermione and Ron had not expected that Sirius would become their professor.

"Harry, you knew this?" Hermione asked.

"Before I came here, I swear I had no idea," Harry said with a silly smile to flatter his godfather, "He said he wanted to give me a surprise."

"That's great!" Ron pumped his fist excitedly, "Now we don't have to worry about being bullied by Snape."

Gryffindor has suffered from Snape for a long time, and the only one who can stand against Snape is Sirius.

With Sirius's personality, he would never swallow his anger if he knew Harry was being targeted.

Don't underestimate this former troublemaker at Hogwarts. He is a man who is fearless.

Harry was so happy that he fainted and even forgot to care about being kicked by Malfoy.

Slughorn, sitting in the staff box, continued to chatter about how Hogwarts had to step up its security to prevent the Dark Lord from coming.

He told the students to be extremely careful because in the magical world it was much easier to kill someone than to save them.

"The castle's fortifications have been strengthened, but even so, we must not let our guard down. Teachers and students must remain vigilant at all times."

He also stressed the importance of observing campus discipline, especially not going out at night after lights out, and promptly informing faculty and staff of any suspicious circumstances.

Although it sounds a bit nagging, what he said does make sense.

But how much students will listen is a question.

The start-of-term party ended, and Harry reluctantly turned his gaze away from his godfather.

Ron inquired, "What's wrong with your nose?"

Harry then remembered his nose, and Hermione used magic to clean the blood scabs on his face, making him look less miserable.

After recounting the incident, Ron said indignantly, "This is something Malfoy would do."

"What were you doing there?" Hermione asked unkindly.

"I……"

Harry was speechless. If he eavesdropped on John, would he tell him what he talked about with Slughorn?

Hermione would definitely be furious.

He had no choice but to pretend that his nose hurt, and Ron accompanied him to the school hospital, leaving Hermione to take the new students back first.

Hagrid saw the two of them and asked mysteriously, "Why are you late, Harry?"

"I was delayed in the car," said Harry. "Why are you late?"

"I lost track of time with Grawp," said Hagrid happily. "He's got a new home in the caves, a nice big cave, and he's much happier than he was in the Forbidden Forest."

"Really?" Harry had no choice but to agree with him when he saw how enthusiastic he was.

"Yes, he's made great progress." Hagrid said proudly. "You'd be surprised. I'm thinking of training him to be my assistant."

Ron scoffed at the thought. He had seen that guy before and he could only say five words.

Hagrid didn't notice as he happily said goodbye to both Harry and his friend.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. They could see what the other was thinking.

Harry asked tentatively, "You're not going to take Care of Magical Creatures, are you?"

Ron shook his head and asked, "You're not choosing either, are you?"

The two people's answers are the same.

Not even Hermione would have chosen Care of Magical Creatures.

Harry dreaded to think what Hagrid would say when he found out the three of them were absent from class.

He didn't even dare to think about this question any further.

...

the next day.

After entering sixth grade, students will have more free time.

At least that's what Malfoy thought.

"I was hit by the Cruciatus Curse at least five times during the holidays." Malfoy said, rubbing his chest and holding a sandwich in his hand.

He took a bite of his sandwich and Astoria asked worriedly, "Have you had a physical examination? The Cruciatus Curse is extremely painful and unbearable."

"Of course," Malfoy said proudly, "There's nothing wrong with my body, and Barty Crouch Jr.'s devilish training can't defeat me."

Astoria put on an admiring expression, "You are amazing."

This made Malfoy's proud nose almost grow longer.

John was eating a rice ball filled with something unknown and glanced at Malfoy who was being held tightly by Astoria.

Daphne was speechless: "Is she trying to coax a child?"

Not mature at all.

Humph.

Daphne looked at John and smiled, "Would you like some milk?"

"Just water." John took the cup.

At breakfast, John talked about course selection.

"Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts Advanced Class. To be honest, this thing is not difficult for me." Malfoy was extremely arrogant, and John felt that he should be beaten up.

Daphne is ready to drop some classes.

After breakfast, the sixth grade students were kept back.

Astoria went to class first, and they had to wait to confirm each student's advanced class selection.

They need to confirm the class schedule.

They will generally be advised which courses are suitable.

Snape was absent from the Great Hall due to some matters.

Professor McGonagall took over the timetable.

When it came to Goyle and Crabbe, Professor McGonagall felt helpless.

These two guys are basically just passing.

The only thing that stands out is probably Gore's performance in Herbology.

Crabbe was advised to take an advanced course in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and so was Goyle.

Malfoy held his head high, waiting for Professor McGonagall to ask questions.

His results were recorded in Professor McGonagall's notebook. Seeing how proud he was, Professor McGonagall was speechless.

As someone who failed History of Magic, Malfoy decisively gave up the course.

He also gave up Muggle Studies, which was of no use to him.

Care of Magical Creatures was also abandoned.

It was Daphne's turn, and her choice was completely different from Malfoy's.

Continue to learn spells, defense against the dark arts, transfiguration, herbology, potions and other subjects.

Professor McGonagall liked this learning attitude very much and nodded to decide on the course.

It was John's turn. Professor McGonagall looked at the twelve shining 'O's' and wished that this was her own student.

"Which ones would you choose, Wick?"

Although she hoped John would continue to persevere, this was not realistic in the sixth grade when the academic workload became heavier.

There will be conflicts between courses.

"I've chosen all of them," John said calmly, "but I can't attend all of them, so I often miss some courses."

Professor McGonagall was stunned. How can you say that in front of me with such confidence?

She said seriously, "Wick, I hope you can do what you can."

"That's it," John's attitude changed from his usual modesty to arrogance, "as long as I pass the NEWT test."

Having said that, Professor McGonagall still wanted to give some advice.

John said more than that, he said calmly: "Everything I said, including alchemy."

Alchemy is a course that can only be chosen by sixth graders. With thirteen courses, even Professor McGonagall feels it will be exhausting.

But John has the capital to do so.

As the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history, no one would think that he was not talented.

If nothing else, she was sure that the elective course teacher would have no problem with John's absence.

After all, John had basically not been to Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes in the previous school year, and yet he still managed to get the highest marks.

"Okay, just as you say."

Professor McGonagall arranged a course schedule for him, and whether or not John attended the classes depended entirely on his mood.

This is the privilege of being an excellent student.

After arranging the classes, I returned to the Slytherin common room.

There were only six or seven students in the lounge, all of them in the sixth grade.

Pansy is with Theodore, and for some reason, after they fall in love, she always likes to dress up as a cute girl.

Malfoy, who was beaten by her, said everywhere that she was pretending. It hurts so much when she beats someone.

By the way, the current Malfoy is no longer the same Malfoy as before.

He is now captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

As a privileged man, he felt powerful.

"A lot of people have left the team, so we have to select again."

Most of the players in the previous class were seventh graders, and this year they have basically all left, so Malfoy needs to select and recruit again.

Malfoy needs to be extremely cautious about this.

Because from the moment he became captain, as long as he lost, he would be nailed to Slytherin's pillar of shame.

These hard-earned eleven consecutive victories created Hogwarts history, and every victory could extend this record.

Just like Montague, Slytherin, who is obsessed with victory, will soon face new devil's destruction.

A series of training plans appeared in Malfoy's mind, and he smiled hideously.