Defense Against the Dark Arts

Every day of the new school year made Harry feel uneasy.

He had no idea what had gotten into Dumbledore, but Snape had suddenly become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and it made him feel as sick as if he had eaten a fly.

Especially now that he was in sixth year, when he had to choose advanced elective classes to prepare for his new exams. That made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

More precisely, anything related to studying made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He desperately wanted to become a fighter, like the other members of the Order of the Phoenix, and fight Voldemort and Voldemort's followers openly and honorably, instead of hiding in school and studying.

But Dumbledore would not allow it.

The other members of the Order of the Phoenix felt the same way. They did not want Harry to show an excessive desire to fight. They only wanted him to remain safely at school according to their plans.

Of course, that was not very likely.

But even if it was impossible, it still had to be done—unless he wanted to be expelled from Hogwarts and return to the Dursleys. That was an outcome Harry could never bear or accept, so he still had to obediently be a student.

Especially in front of his head of house, Professor McGonagall, he had to put on that appearance. Particularly now that he had become captain of the Quidditch team this year and had many things to do—he was no longer that willful child.

And under Professor McGonagall's half-forced suggestion, he had chosen Potions and received his timetable and the Quidditch team sign-up list.

His life suddenly felt busy.

Ron's timetable was more or less the same as his, or rather, almost exactly identical, but their reactions were completely different.