The Best Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

After the fifth and seventh grade exams, the top students had been eagerly anticipating the final exams that the struggling students dreaded.

Compared to Vincent and Hermione's confidence and composure, Harry and Ron, who studied until late last night, were on tenterhooks from the moment they entered the dimly Potions Classroom until they started processing the materials.

It starts at hellish difficulty; it's definitely intentionally designed to test your mental strength.

Strangely enough, Snape focused all his firepower on Vincent.

The large black robe almost completely blocked out the light from his desk, making it not only very easy to make mistakes, but also particularly easy to lose his temper.

But Vincent is Vincent after all, and these petty tricks couldn't shake him at all.

"Tsk tsk tsk—" Snape leaned closer to the Potions he was intently brewing.

Suddenly seeing a large face approaching would frighten even the most resolute person.

Unfortunately, this cunning little trick still failed to make Vincent make a mistake.

His hand, holding the spoon, was very steady as he stirred the Potions; it only trembled slightly and did not affect the quality of the finished product at all.

Judging from Snape's dark and almost gloomy face, one can conclude that this is the last resort.

Vincent slowly picked up the two small bottles and gently shook them in front of him, as if mocking his incompetence.

The Potions Office was demolished last semester, and the real culprit was Sirius Black Little Black —also known as Black. As for the fact that he's been targeting us since the trial...

If you really want to figure it out, the reason Sirius Black did this was because he was always targeting Harry.

As Snape looked at the two bottles of Potions that had been successfully dispensed, his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

Damn it, is there really no way to deal with this little rascal?

Okay, summer vacation isn't long anyway, we'll wait until next semester.

Snape, radiating a low-pressure aura, circled the report card, then drifted away like a ghost to the other side.

Harry was indeed startled.

Unfortunately, the Potions was already brewed, but he was so startled that he almost dropped the bottle.

That's great, there's nothing we can do with these silly Little Lions.

As soon as the long and agonizing Potions exam ended, the students rushed out of the classroom as if fleeing.

Vincent was the last to leave, giving Snape a provocative look before he went.

He has completed all the courses from grades three to seven, including the electives.

Next semester we'll have plenty of time, so I'll play with you however you want.

He walked with light, cheerful steps into the Transfiguration classroom on the second floor.

McGonagall's challenge was for the students to make the small mirrors on their desks move, regardless of shape or size, and to give full play to their imagination.

Vincent waved his Alder Wand, transforming the mirror into a palm-sized suit of armor that shimmered with dazzling gemstone light.

It strode confidently toward the edge of the table, making a clanging sound.

"Very beautiful." McGonagall's tightly pursed lips relaxed slightly. "Mr. Wayne, this is NEWTS level Transfiguration."

In essence, this small suit of armor has been completely transformed into gems.

However, it does not have the fragile nature of gemstones; it is so hard that it did not crack even when jumped from a table to the ground.

Moreover, the aesthetics of this armor are very high, and it happens to be the type she likes.

Let's put the Animagus Transfiguration guidance on the sidelines for now; the Peter Pettigrew thing is really getting on our nerves.

Vincent was the first to get an "O", Hermione followed closely behind with an "O".

What she conjured with the small mirror was a miniature version of Hogwarts Castle that could move.

Although it lacks the brilliance of a jewel, the light reflected by the mirror is already beautiful enough.

Following the two NEWTS masters, the remaining students put in their best efforts, creating one imaginative work after another.

Next up is the Defence Against the Dark Arts exam on the fourth floor.

On the classroom podium sat the old wardrobe that we had seen in the first class, and Lupin, standing next to it, raised his wand and pointed it at the doorknob.

"My topic for everyone is to revisit the past!"

He looked at Neville. "Come here! Let me see how much you've improved this year!"

As Neville stepped forward, Boggart Snape pushed the cabinet door open from the inside.

"Riddikulus!"

Boggart Snape's head remained the same, but his body transformed into that of a three-year-old child.

He had a large pacifier in his mouth, and his black robe had been turned into Muggle diaper.

The classroom erupted in thunderous laughter, and Lupin joined in the laughter with the students.

No wonder he's the one who created a whole bunch of embarrassing photos of Snape; every time he makes one, it's another classic.

"Next, Harry!"

The baby version of Snape, still sucking on a pacifier, instantly transformed into a Dementor—no, Dementors that was sucking Sirius Black's soul.

"Riddikulus!"

Sirius Black grabbed the Dementors by the neck and slammed it to the ground repeatedly.

Lupin smiled with satisfaction. "Ron!"

It was still a huge Acromantula, but it quickly lost all its hairy legs after the incantation and crashed to the ground, spinning wildly.

Hermione!

The Acromantula stopped spinning and transformed into a person lying in a pool of blood before her.

Although the blood blurred the man's face, his grey-gold hair stood out.

"Riddikulus!"

The Boggart on the ground turned into a round, Gu Gu, flapping its tiny wings and trying to fly into the air.

Hermione lowered her head and hurriedly went back.

Lupin gave Vincent a meaningful look.

"Next up, Lavender!"

Girls are fickle; her Boggart is no longer her dead rabbit pet, but a tall, thin man with a particularly ugly appearance.

His expression was particularly lewd, and he was making "hehehe" laugh sounds.

"Riddikulus!"

The Clownish Monkey has truly become Clownish Monkey.

One by one, the students stepped forward to overcome their fear again, and many of their Boggart were different from before.

"Last one, Vincent!"

Boggart reverted to his original form, a short, chubby little black-haired creature.

Vincent squatted down with a curious look on his face and reached out to touch its fluffy head.

It's hard and doesn't feel very good to the touch.

The little guy kept dodging, seemingly frightened.

The fact that Boggart, Magical Creatures skilled at creating fear, can feel fear suggests that they possess sentience.

Vincent played with it for a few moments and then stopped.

Lupin raised his wand and pulled Boggart back into the wardrobe and locked it.

"Great! Everyone has made great progress, so I've decided to give you all a big 'O' on your report cards!"

The students were all overjoyed.

Lupin's teaching level is undoubtedly many times higher than that of Quirrell and Lockhart in turning the fight against fear into something fun and exciting.

The requirements are not strict, the exams are not too difficult, and the person has excellent character and personality.

Before leaving the school, he also gave everyone a gift.

No matter how bad the report card is, at least there's an "O".