Defense Against the Dark Arts with Voldemort

Riddle is absolutely right, at least that's what Harry thinks.

But this is clearly Defense Against the Dark Arts, not Muggle Studies.

As for what Riddle is saying right now, he is only talking about what he believes to be more dangerous than Dark Magic, things that wizards have overlooked.

These are things that can be taught in Muggle Studies, but no one has ever taught them before; perhaps the wizards simply overlooked this point from the beginning.

The focus of Defense Against the Dark Arts should be on defense itself.

If guns are Dark Magic, how can we defend against them?

How should we deal with the second-grade wizard?

Riddle, standing on the stage, seemed to hear Harry's thoughts. "Perhaps some students will ask, this only proves that Muggle are actually very dangerous and don't need our wizards' protection. It also confirms that the Protection Law is an indispensable law for wizards. But the Defense Against the Dark Arts is meant to teach us how to protect ourselves, so teacher, since you used the Dark Magic as a metaphor for Muggle's weapons, shouldn't you also talk about how to deal with it, just like dealing with the Dark Magic? If you don't talk about these things, this is no different from Muggle Studies."

At this point, the students in their seats widened their eyes.

They knew what Riddle was going to say.

To be honest, after hearing Riddle's account, they had lost faith in the future of the wizarding world.

Some Muggle- born wizards are already thinking about whether they should take some extra lessons in the Muggle world during the summer vacation.

Now, Professor Riddle's words reminded them that this was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Those terrifying Muggle weapons were simply considered Dark Magic in this lesson.

And this is only a second-year course, which means they can be broken by some simple spells.

Riddle seemed to have sensed their thoughts, and his voice changed from deep to light, while the image on the screen changed to a Muggle holding a gun.

"Yes, I think you've already guessed it."

"They can indeed be dealt with with simple magic." As Riddle spoke, some additional annotations appeared on the image.

However, no one looked at those labels because Professor Riddle hadn't yet explained where they came from.

His words were far more compelling than what was on the curtain.

"The weapons of the Muggle world, their destructive power, and their ease of use (compared to learning magic in the wizarding world) all mean one thing: they are worth mentioning in this lesson. They are what we need to know in the Defense Against the Dark Arts, since the purpose of this course is to protect ourselves."

"In terms of the number of Muggle, if you don't take this lesson, it means one thing—your life will be taken by guns."

"I'm not exaggerating. Imagine, one late night, you leave the Leaky Cauldron and find yourself on Muggle street. And then, a skinny Muggle drunkard suddenly pulls out a ridiculous little gadget at you." Riddle, seeing that everyone was practically holding their breath, continued with satisfaction.

"Very good. I can tell from your expressions that you have realized something."

"Yes, if that bullet had hit your head or heart, you in this story would have died."

"Killed by the most common gunpowder weapon in the Muggle world, which cost 50 Galleon to make."

"And this wizard, that is, you, no matter how good you are at Transfiguration, or how many Os you got in Charms Class, it's all useless."

"Because you are already dead." Riddle sighed deeply.

"Everyone, please look at this picture, at the place I've marked." A buzz of excitement suddenly came from the audience; they hadn't expected it to be so simple.

If that's the case, then even their first-year students could handle it.

"Yes, all you need is the Transfiguration. You don't need to think about what to turn it into. Just aim at the weapon in that Muggle's hand, or if your reaction is fast enough, you can directly Transfiguration the bullet."

"As for the previous operation, any wizard who has learned Transfiguration can do it."

"And the next step, Transfiguration the bullet, is at a sixth-grade level," Riddle said. He was clearly going to skip over why this next step required a sixth-grade level.

Then, Michael suddenly raised his hand.

Riddle paused, admitting he was a little surprised.

It wasn't that he didn't expect people to have questions or be curious about what happened next.

Rather, it was because, in the darkness, the dark-skinned Michael was practically invisible. If it weren't for his faintly visible white teeth, he wouldn't have noticed that a student had raised their hand.

"Ahem, you go ahead."

"Professor Riddle, are bullets really that hard to Transfiguration? They're so small, why do we have to be in sixth grade to do it? We learned how to Transfiguration living things in first grade, and even our exams tested how to turn a mouse into a snuffbox. Living things are much harder to Transfiguration than inanimate objects," Michael asked.

"The difficulty in Transfiguration the bullet lies in the reaction speed. The reason why it takes a sixth grader is because of the Silent Spell."

"Silent Spell are an advanced spellcasting technique that you will learn in sixth grade—that is, to make a spell take effect without saying the incantation."

"When faced with a bullet so fast it's invisible to the naked eye, chanting a spell is too slow; only Silent Spell, that is, a thought, will have time to react," Professor Riddle explained.

"Any other questions?"

"There is none left."

"Then I'll continue explaining why you don't need to think about what to Transfiguration."

"There are two reasons for this. First, the gun itself is an intricate device. Just looking at its structure, it's almost as if a single part malfunctions and renders it inoperable. Moreover, its firing mechanism relies on gunpowder, which depends on a specific ratio. As long as these components are affected by your spell, they will lose their effectiveness."

"Secondly, it's still related to reaction speed. If you insist on visualizing the gun transforming into a specific object in your mind, and if your Transfiguration aren't proficient enough, you might get shot and die before you even get a chance to use your Transfiguration," Riddle emphasized.

He checked the time, waved his wand, and the lights came back on, the curtain rolled up automatically, and the beam of light disappeared.

"Longbottom, class isn't over yet," Professor Riddle called to Neville was about to leave the classroom.

"I thought—I just realized that Trevor was missing and mistakenly thought that class was over." Neville sat back down in his chair.

"Oh, I thought you were just bored with your pet and wanted to give it some exercise." Riddle raised an eyebrow, waved his wand, and a toad flew into Neville's arms, Neville into tears of joy.

"This is in front of Voldemort, you know. Neville may not be as timid as he was when we first met, but one thing hasn't changed: he still cares so much about his toad." Harry thought helplessly, covering his forehead.

I've been so annoyed lately. There was a sewer repairman, and the other day the stench was so bad it gave me a nervous breakdown. I almost thought it was a gas leak.

By the way, I'd like to remind everyone to stock up on supplies. It's always a good idea, and you'll need them no matter what.

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