Witch, Time Travel
All sixteen applicants were very good-looking, at least in terms of appearance, which made them very popular with the students.
The position of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor only requires one person.
Only the most capable will be allowed to stay and teach.
The ensuing showdown was less intense; everyone simply used their own methods without trying to embarrass the other.
Even with limited perspectives, everyone could see that every remaining young wizard's skill in Defense Against the Dark Arts far surpassed that of the undeserving Gilderoy Lockhart.
The young wizard who called himself Ralph Fiennes won first place with an overwhelming advantage.
And second place...
In this competition, finishing second would have been meaningless.
However, this person's performance was so outstanding that Dumbledore also took a liking to him and hired him as an assistant instructor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Looking at the female teaching assistant's face and hearing her name, the Survival Quartet in the Great Hall exchanged glances.
As the opening banquet ended, the figures of the fifteen young wizards who had not been assigned positions gradually faded into the air.
No wizard was surprised by this amazing phenomenon.
It was as if an invisible veil was obscuring the truth.
Some ordinary scientists believe that genes are forbidden territory from God.
Research on genes can easily undermine established social ethics.
During this period, Wang Yan conducted an experiment that went beyond ethics.
After he gained control of the "circulation system" of this plane through Nicolas Flamel, he became equivalent to the Almighty god in this world.
After his arrival, countless possibilities emerged for the future of this world.
Many characters who were not originally part of the original storyline or were not particularly memorable now have their own stories.
Some life forms that shouldn't exist have also gradually appeared.
Wang Yan extracted eighteen interesting and fascinating characters from the river of time and placed them at the current point in time.
The winners gain the right to break free from the shackles of fate, while the losers can only return to their original lives.
Young Tom Riddle and his female teaching assistant were among the lucky ones who seized the opportunity.
The next day.
The first Defense Against the Dark Arts of the new school year.
Many of the little witches' long-awaited "Ralph Fiennes" did not come to class.
His teaching assistant arrived.
An elegant and intellectual witch in a blue robe and white stockings with long legs.
Judeley Malfoy.
She had emerald-like eyes, and her platinum-gold natural curls shimmered with a lustrous light.
The teaching assistant had a pleasant scent.
"Tom... Oh, Professor Ralph has important business to attend to. I will be in charge of Defense Against the Dark Arts this month."
Judy's voice was very soft.
"This..."
Draco Malfoy hadn't observed carefully when he was in the Great Hall.
Now, sitting in the front row of the classroom, I can feel the other person's presence. I subconsciously activate my Dragon Sight instinct, and my irises overflow with a scarlet glow.
He felt a faint sense of blood connection with the other person.
Neville nudged Malfoy's elbow and whispered, "She shares your surname... Is she a distant relative of your family?"
Upon hearing this, the Platinum Young Master stared intently at the female teaching assistant's hair.
He pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "Pure-blood families all have their own genealogy, and this person is not on the genealogy."
Harry Potter, standing next to him, adjusted the frame of his glasses.
Her emerald green eyes gleamed with a Youyou light behind her glasses. "Professor, may I ask... what country are you from?"
The female professor turned her head and gave him a half-smile, "My parents are both British."
"Alright, it's time for class now. If you have any questions, you can come back after class."
Defense Against the Dark Arts teaches students how to protect themselves when facing dangerous magical creatures and Dark Magic.
Judy Lieutenant performed very well.
She is knowledgeable, talented, intelligent, and humorous.
She delivered a lesson on the "Armor Charm" in a lively and engaging way, and the students seemed reluctant to leave afterward.
The Survival Quartet, however, took over the teaching assistant.
A Dark Council Charm deprived the other young wizards of the opportunity to get close to the teaching assistants.
"Who... who exactly are you?"
A faint, eerie light flickered in Draco Malfoy's grey eyes.
He sensed a familiar Dragon Might emanating from the professor who called herself Judy.
Similar to myself, yet seemingly more intense.
That was the oppressive aura of an extreme-ranking Frost Dragon.
Judy blinked, pursed her red lips, and chuckled, "From what I understand, you already knew about the concept of time travel at this point in time, right?"
She seemed to know the Survival Quartet very well.
As she spoke, the female teaching assistant even affectionately put her arm around Hermione's.
To be honest, Hermione personally likes Judeley very much; at least when she's with her, it's much more comfortable than when she's with a younger version of Voldemort.
But Hermione felt a little awkward about the other person's actions at that moment.
It's like walking down the street and suddenly a stranger rushes out and gives you a familiar and friendly hug.
Let me reintroduce myself.
Judelie's expression turned solemn. She bowed slightly to Draco Malfoy, a faint blue flame appearing on her slender hand. "Father, greetings."
The Incendio, yet they sent a chill down one's spine.
The Survival Quartet were very familiar with it.
In the world of Don't Starve, Malfoy only gained special abilities after changing his class to [Dragon Druid] and transforming into Frostwing.
"Strictly speaking, I shouldn't have appeared at this point in time at all."
"Thank you, Professor Wang Yan, for giving me a chance to break free from the shackles of fate."
Her gaze gradually shifted to Neville: "Uncle Longbottom, you were quite plump when you were young... I almost didn't recognize you."
Hiss...
Hermione gasped.
Although she had vaguely suspected something similar, hearing it out loud still greatly shocked her worldview.
Malfoy's... daughter?
Even Hermione, as an observer, was emotionally turbulent. Draco Malfoy, who had suddenly become a father, was struck dumb, as if by lightning.
After a long while, the Platinum Young Master finally caught his breath.
He stared intently at the other person.
The rare hair color, the Dragon Might, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity...
These all serve as evidence of the other party's origins.
Draco Malfoy seemed to suddenly realize something.
He looked into the female teaching assistant's emerald eyes and a strange smile appeared on his face.
The Platinum Young Master pointed at Harry Potter and asked, "Who is your mother? I wouldn't marry this Smoker's daughter, would I?"
Upon hearing this, Harry's face twisted in pain.
He lit a Sun Grass cigarette and took a deep drag.
Harry wanted some peace and quiet.