An Unconventional Lesson

Ryan felt like his sincerity had been eaten by a dog.

You have to understand that he is an immortal being, so why would he need to have children?

Xenophilius Lovegood Lovegood such a nasty fellow; he's corrupted little Luna!

He originally thought Luna was an innocent little rabbit, but he never expected her to be a black-hearted one!

"Ahem, Luna, I think you should study hard, it'll be 9 o'clock soon."

"Besides, shouldn't you make some new friends?"

"I'll go first," Ryan said.

Then it suddenly disappeared.

"Luna? Were you just here? I didn't see you." In the Charms Class classroom, Ginny took Luna's hand and introduced her to her new friend.

Meanwhile, Ryan and Hermione finished breakfast and went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Upon entering the classroom, even Ryan was momentarily surprised.

This made Ryan realize that it was worthwhile to have suppressed his curiosity and not observe the classroom layout beforehand.

This doesn't look like Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at all; it's more like a movie theater.

The classroom floor, like a movie theater, is tiered, and the blackboard has been replaced by a large projection screen.

To the right of the curtain is a small lectern.

This must be where Riddle will be staying for a while.

The students' seats have also been replaced with those integrated massage chair-style sofas.

However, this is probably the most Slytherin- like Muggle movie theater ever.

The entire piece is dark green and silver, with snake elements throughout the carpet and ceiling.

At this moment, all the other Ravenclaw students had arrived.

Harry's group of boys sat next to Harry at the very back, while the girls took up the front row, leaving the middle row strangely empty.

But Tom Riddle has not yet arrived.

Ryan pulled Hermione to sit in a seat slightly to the right of the middle.

"Is he going to show us a movie?" Hermione asked incredulously.

She never imagined that in the Wizarding World, at Hogwarts, she would be able to watch movies.

It's worth noting that movies like this have never existed in the Britain wizarding world before.

"Who knows?" Under Ryan's expectant gaze, the time quickly reached 9 o'clock.

As the bell rang, Riddle, dressed in a green striped suit, strode into the classroom with light steps.

Riddle Qidian call and stopped when he called Harry.

"You must be Harry."

"We just exchanged greetings yesterday."

"However, as a professor, I have a question for you."

"What did you learn last year?" Riddle asked with a friendly smile, like a kind older brother next door.

"We learned the basics of dealing with dark Magical Creatures, how to deal with them if you don't know magic, and how to deal with attacks—for example, we learned how to treat Werewolf bites."

"We've learned the Spark Spell, which can alert nearby wizards that you're in danger."

"That's all, Professor," Harry replied after a moment's thought.

Ron, who was next to him, stared wide-eyed.

He never expected Harry to act this way, as if Riddle on the podium was just an ordinary professor.

It's a little embarrassing to admit, but after learning Riddle's true identity and sharing a room with him, Ron felt like his robes were about to be soaked with cold sweat.

He had a feeling that Riddle would suddenly stand up and give them an Avada Kedavra, or torture them with the Cruciatus Curse.

"That's all? I remember Dumbledore." Riddle's tone sounded a little disappointed.

But the next second he smiled again, "Harry, I've heard Dumbledore talk about your amazing Red Spark Charm. He said you did something with your wand that he'd never seen before."

"May I see it?" Harry stood up when he heard Riddle's request.

They walked to the open space next to the podium.

Harry also wanted to see how Riddle would react to the spell.

He was very curious about this, because he was the first Voldemort whose power hadn't reacted.

The main body of Voldemort, and the 'heart' part of the Locket, are different.

Although Sirius repeatedly emphasized after his birthday that Riddle was not a big problem.

But Harry still had doubts, and now was the best opportunity to test them.

"Periculum!" Harry drew his wand and pointed it towards the sky. A holy, beautiful burst of fireworks erupted from the tip of Harry's wand.

Harry concealed it for a moment; he could now transform it into the shape of Phoenix.

"Truly amazing, is this love? Wonderful, absolutely wonderful!" Riddle reached his hand directly into the fireworks.

"Careful!"

"Professor Riddle!"

"I hope his face is alright."

"I'll give you artificial respiration in a bit."

"I'll do it!"

"I should be the one to come!"

Seeing Riddle's bold move, the little witches in the front row said worriedly.

However, nothing happened.

The girls in the front row let out sounds of relief and disappointment.

They could rest assured that the Riddle classroom they cared about wouldn't be hurt.

The disappointment stems from their imagined artificial respiration, in which they themselves are the protagonists.

"Ravenclaw 10 points! Thanks for Harry's cooperation." Riddle ushered Harry back to his seat.

He drew his wand, and the room suddenly went dark. Behind them, a beam of light shone on the curtain, revealing the words "magic" from the Muggle world.

The crowd gasped in surprise.

"I think students from the Muggle world are very familiar with this. Yes, it's from the movie. Some students might ask, 'This is clearly Defense Against the Dark Arts.' If you've read my book beforehand, you'll understand why I call them magic."

"The definition of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to use spells, curses, and even poisons to defend against or directly use offense instead of defense against the harm of Dark Magic."

"But in my opinion, these things are more dangerous than Dark Magic." Riddle pointed to the weapons that slowly appeared on the curtain—pistols, sniper rifles, cannons, and other Muggle weapons.

The text also includes detailed descriptions of which spells their destructive power is equivalent to.

"Like wizards, we need to study hard, and most students will not learn the spells I mentioned above until five years later."

"But the weapons I just mentioned can be mass-produced in the Muggle world."

"Take a pistol, or what we wizards call Metal Wand, for example."

"Generally, a pistol costs around £250, which is about 50 Galleons at the current exchange rate. That's the price range for Ollivander's wands without discounts." Riddle then pointed to the curtain, which showed the daily output of an ordinary weapons factory.

"Now you understand why I'm teaching this. Ollivander, or even an ordinary spellcaster, can only make a maximum of three wands a day, while an average factory can make around 50. And they only require pulling a trigger; even a child can use them," Riddle said earnestly.