I Really Am Going to Teach You Dark Magic

Young Wizards always had plenty of troubles while growing up, but no matter how many troubles they had, they still had to attend class obediently.

And so, time slowly passed, arriving at Thursday.

After three days of classes, especially with a certain amount of homework assigned in every lesson, the students had once again settled down.

Besides, Hogwarts' timetable had always been packed: one long class in the morning, then one long class or two shorter classes in the afternoon, with classes sometimes even held in the evening.

Every moment of their time was filled to the brim.

That morning, after breakfast, Anton arrived at the classroom while chatting with Neville. This was Defence Against the Dark Arts, with Slytherin and Gryffindor sharing the lesson.

Once all the Young Wizards were seated, Professor Sirius Black entered from outside. He drew his wand and waved it, raising all the curtains to let the sunlight stream in.

He wore a beige suit-style Wizard Robe. Tilting his head back, he wore a nostalgic expression as he savoured the warmth of sunlight falling across his face. He remained immersed in it for a while before finally turning around.

"I'm sure everyone knows me quite well by now. Recently, quite a few parents heard that I was teaching here and sent many letters to the school demanding accountability." He waved a finger teasingly. "There have been far more Owls going in and out of Hogwarts lately because of it."

"Although the Ministry of Magic has already declared me innocent, and The Daily Prophet even put the news on its front page, plenty of parents still believe I'm a dark wizard who will teach you Dark Magic."

He chuckled and looked up at the Young Wizards. "They're right. I really am going to teach you Dark