Voldemort's Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, Part Two

Neville's performance allowed everyone who had been on edge to breathe a sigh of relief.

It wasn't that Riddle didn't know how to liven things up; it was more that he felt it was unnecessary.

A class is a class; as long as the students pay attention to what he is saying, that's enough.

"Alright, now I have a question. That is, why don't we use spells against the easier target—a Muggle?"

"You know, a powerful Wand Lighting Charm can blind him."

"Even a simple Confundus Charm can confuse him," Riddle asked.

"Because although Muggle are fragile, they become extremely dangerous once they pull the trigger." Lisa Turpin raised her hand.

She had been wanting to answer the question about her ideal prince charming, but Michael beat her to it.

Even Neville managed to slightly attract Riddle's attention.

This made her very depressed.

"Yes, is there any more?"

"And you, Harry?" Riddle nodded approvingly, turning his gaze to Harry.

"Charms other than the Transfiguration Spell can also harm Muggle. Guns are also dangerous to them. If they accidentally discharge a gun, or if they are hit by the Confundus Charm and point a gun at themselves, it will undoubtedly harm or take their own lives," Harry said.

"Good, you've taken care of Muggle safety."

"But to put it in a despicable way, if your spells other than the Transfiguration Spell caused the death of that Muggle in my case, and our Ministry of Magic found out about it—there would be one consequence: going to Azkaban."

"Because Muggle need protection within the Ministry of Magic, it's a matter of political correctness."

"Therefore, when facing a Muggle armed with weapons, it is best not to use spells on him as a person, but to use spells on him to make him dangerous to you."

"Finally, please write a one-foot essay based on my book and what you have learned today. There are no restrictions on the content or title."

"Almost forgot, Ravenclaw 5 points!"

"Class dismissed!" Riddle's words had barely left his lips when the students, led by Lisa Turpin, surrounded him.

They completely forgot the old traditions and started and stopped classes.

In their eyes, it seemed that Peeves's revenge was nothing.

You see, because of Harry, Peeves really dislikes Ravenclaw students.

Especially those who were in the same year as Harry.

"One foot! That's enough! Even disregarding his status, the standard unit for the length of our homework in the second year has to be changed to feet!" Ron said indignantly on the way back to the lounge.

Is the Ministry of Magic really like that?

"I was wondering how Hufflepuff could have Dark Wizard."

"They probably all went in because of similar cases." Terry seemed to have lost his dreams.

Harry knew that, like Percy, he aspired to work for the Ministry of Magic.

"Aha, don't worry, my father works in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Although his position is not high, my father can participate in the drafting of laws and has a lot of say in it."

"Like this year's Muggle Protection Act, which was drafted by my dad." Terry's words relieved Ron's depression.

It wasn't just because he thought of his proud father, but also because he thought of a shortcut to finish his homework.

Harry could tell from Ron's expression.

Sometimes, understanding a person and the friendship between them doesn't depend on the length of time.

That's how Harry is to Ron.

For Harry, even if Ron just sticks his butt out, he can understand what Ron wants to do.

Therefore, Harry can sometimes even understand the speculations people had about his relationship with Ron last year.

"I can write a letter to my dad and tell him about what I learned in class."

"Based on my understanding of my father, if I send it over at noon, he will reply before evening, and it will definitely contain a lot of useful information."

"I can copy parts directly," Ron whispered excitedly to Harry.

Meanwhile, Terry, comforted by his two good friends Anthony and Michael, calmed down.

Ron's words had absolutely no effect on Terry.

Grammatically speaking, Ron's father being able to amend the law is a future tense.

Terry was that he discovered the Ministry of Magic had been terrible in the past, which is definitely a thing of the past.

Whatever the future holds, can't Terry change it himself?

What do you need Ron's dad for?

"Look! That's Peeves!" Harry pointed to Peeves was heading towards the fourth floor not far away.

He absolutely cannot be mistaken.

Peeves looks completely different from ghosts, and his body is more materialized than the ghosts at Hogwarts.

He looked like a short man with a pair of evil black eyes and a big mouth, with black hair, and often wore brightly colored and outlandish clothes, such as a hat covered with bells and an orange bow tie.

Moreover, he can fly like a ghost, pick up physical objects, and make himself invisible.

These were conclusions Harry drew from what others told him, or from his own observations from afar.

Because of Harry's strange passivity, he has been unable to meet Peeves.

Peeves looked extremely happy, his big mouth wide open, clearly the prelude to a prank.

"Oh no!" Ron's face turned completely pale.

"It's Ginny!"

"Their first class today is Charms Class!" Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and ran up to the fourth floor without saying another word.

Neville and the trio of Terry were completely bewildered.

Harry understood that if Peeves was indeed targeting Ginny and her friends, the first-year Ravenclaw students, then getting to the Charms Class classroom would be a victory for him.

Because Peeves will instinctively stay away from Harry.

Once he gets there, no matter how many schemes and tricks Peeves has, he won't be able to do anything about it.

"Thank goodness! Professor Flitwick is still there," Ron said breathlessly.

"I think Peeves might not have been targeting Ginny and the others from the very beginning."

"After all, Professor Flitwick is there," Harry suddenly realized.

"That's right, at most Peeves would dare to mess with Filch."

"I think he's come up with some new prank—on Filch." Ron realized as well.

"What's Ryan doing there?"

"Faster than us!" Ron pointed in confusion at Ryan, who was chatting with Luna not far away.

Her sister Ginny also had a very infatuated look on her face.

This made Ron somewhat uncomfortable.

"After all, that's Ryan."

"He always appears and disappears without a trace," Harry said, speechless.

He knew best how Ryan got here.

This Ryan must be his clone.

Ryan has a necklace that can create multiple shapes.

Ginny, who saw Harry in the distance, hesitated for a long time before running towards Harry.