What It Means... to Be Truly Powerful!

After discussing the Akali's Intensive Class, everyone left the Great Hall and headed to their respective classrooms.

William and Cho need to attend their first Defence Against Dark Magic class.

But on the way, they encountered a group of Ravenclaw students, who were sitting in a circle with their heads down, seemingly doing nothing.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Professor Flitwick was standing in the middle. He was so short that he was completely invisible in the crowd.

"What's wrong, Marietta? Aren't you supposed to be going to class?" Qiu asked curiously.

Marietta squeezed through the crowd, her face contorted with grief, and said:

"No, I just got word that the Advanced Defence Against Dark Magic class requires an 'O' grade, and I only got an 'A'."

"Isn't the requirement for this course always an A?" Qiu was taken aback.

The requirements vary from teacher to teacher for different advanced classes, and your O.W.L. Exam results will determine whether you can continue studying the course.

However, the requirements for Defence Against Dark Magic have remained unchanged for many years.

"The new teacher is still in Azkaban, Professor Snape is temporarily serving as a substitute teacher. He only accepts students with 'O' grades," Marietta explained.

Well, that's definitely Professor Snape's style.

He dislikes dull students and prefers to have fewer but better students.

But here's the problem.

Following the reports of the dramatic reversal this summer, Rita continued to publish details of Voldemort's return in the newspapers.

Many people are unwilling to believe that Voldemort has really returned, but with the chaos that has emerged in recent years, learning more protective magic is not a bad thing.

Students who had endured five years of being taught by a bizarre teacher have changed their minds and are now considering enrolling in the course again.

As a result, Defence Against Dark Magic has become a hot topic this year among sixth graders.

Previously, an A grade was sufficient for admission, but Snape raised the bar dramatically, eliminating many students.

The students were unhappy, so they surrounded Dean Professor Flitwick, hoping he would give them an explanation.

It's only because Professor Flitwick is such a nice guy; otherwise, he really would have jumped up and punched these students in the knees.

"It seems I won't be able to take this class." Marietta with some regret, glancing furtively at William.

William already has a girlfriend, but after all, she's the guy he's secretly admired for five years; how could he give up so easily?

She didn't particularly like Defence Against Dark Magic, but she really wanted to go to tutoring classes and get close tutoring from William.

If you're going to take a tutoring class, you should at least choose this subject, right?

Now even the only bridge connecting them has been cut down by Snape.

This guy is a villain!

"It's alright, the new teacher will lower the standards again," William reassured her.

"Don't give up on this course!"

Marietta wiped her reddened eyes, deeply moved.

Qiu rolled her eyes and glared at William.

You just want people to pay for your tutoring classes!

You scumbag!

Since last year's Yule Ball, when Anne impersonated William, danced with several girls, and even stayed overnight in the Beauxbatons carriage,

Everyone's opinion of William is very consistent:

Scumbag.

But William felt wronged. He had done nothing wrong, so why should he bear this stigma?

When he got to the classroom, he was still arguing with Qiu, trying to prove that he was a good person.

"Shut up... If you say another word, I'll throw you both out!"

Snape suddenly appeared, seemingly having mastered superb lightness skills, moving without making a sound.

It was still the Defence Against Dark Magic classroom, but now it had completely transformed into Snape's shape.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and only the candlelight emitted a pale white glow, making the light even dimmer than usual.

Some pictures that weren't there before were put up on the wall:

A bottomless, funnel-shaped pit.

In this cross-sectional diagram, which is wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, several descending terraces are depicted, each filled with various wizards suffering different kinds of torment.

After the students sat down, no one spoke; they all turned to look at the eerie and terrifying pictures on the wall.

Snape tossed his greasy black hair, revealing a sallow face, and said coldly:

"Close the book; we don't need this kind of garbage."

They exchanged surprised glances.

In the first lesson of first grade, Snape told everyone:

No textbooks needed; everything revolves around him.

He had mocked those textbooks, pointing out their numerous errors, but he never once called them rubbish.

Unexpectedly, this year's new textbook --

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The Defensive Magical Theory " received such a poor review.

However, the book was indeed quite mediocre. William had read the contents and discovered that the author, Wilbert Slinkhard, was actually a pacifist.

He also opposed the use of offensive spells.

Then what kind of nonsense are you going to write about Defence Against Dark Magic?

Snape walked behind the podium and faced the class.

"I have something to say to you, and I hope you will pay close attention."

His dark eyes swept over the upturned faces, then he nodded with satisfaction.

"So far, you've had five different teachers for this course."

"And I'm only teaching you for a short time, since your new teacher will be released from prison soon."

He gave a slightly regretful look, as if he wished the new professor would be imprisoned in Azkaban for life.

Needless to say, these teachers all have their own teaching methods and teaching focuses.

Although everything was terrible, completely unprofessional, and the teaching quality was even worse...

Qiu muttered to herself, "Professor Lupin is not bad."

Snape glared at her and said sarcastically without any mercy:

"Fools may be foolish, but there are even more foolish people who applaud them!"

Snape stepped down from the podium and walked around the classroom, lowering his voice.

"Given this chaotic situation, I'm surprised that so many of you managed to barely pass the O. W. Ls exam for this course."

I would be even more surprised if you could all keep up with the advanced course, because its content is much more advanced.

Snape began his merciless taunts, his attacks wide and sweeping, not particularly damaging but extremely insulting.

After typing furiously for a while, he finally concluded:

"Dark Magic —diverse, varied, ever-changing, and endless."

Fighting them is like fighting a multi-headed monster; as soon as you cut off one head, a new one pops up, more ferocious and cunning than the first.

What you are facing is something unpredictable and indestructible.

"Therefore, your defenses," Snape raised his voice slightly, "Must be as flexible and innovative as the Dark Magic you need to deal with."

He said in a seductive voice:

And I,

It will guide you into this dangerous yet exciting world!

Snape seemed very excited, as if the Defence Against Dark Magic excited him more than Potions.

"These drawings," he said, pointing around as he walked.

Does anyone know the name?

Snape calmly scanned the class, but no one spoke.

Seeing his once-enthusiastic class beginning to fall silent, Snape awkwardly said:

"Nobody knows? I'm surprised... Stark!"

"This is ' Map of Inferno ' by Sandro Botticelli, a painter from the Italy Renaissance period," William replied.

Based on Dante's Inferno, it details the blueprint of the Inferno world.

but..."

William paused, then continued:

Sandro Botticelli was also a famous wizard painter, and this painting contains numerous magical allusions.

He incorporated all sorts of terrifying Dark Magic into this painting.

This serves as a warning: those wizards who use Dark Magic will ultimately suffer this punishment in Inferno.

Based on Dante's Inferno, Botticelli drew it as a funnel, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, leading straight to the Earth's center.

The dead criminals endured various forms of torture here.

But those tortures were actually various forms of Dark Magic. It's just that Muggle didn't know it.

"Looks like you've been to the Restricted Section quite a bit too." Snape snorted a few times, making no mention of the extra points.

That's right, not deducting points is already being lenient!

"This painting vividly depicts the circumstances of those victims, for example, those who were cursed with the Cruciatus Curse."

He pointed at a woman who was clearly screaming in pain.

"I feel the torment of the Fiendfyre."

He then pointed to black flames burning a male witch.

"So, has the You-Know-Who really come back to life?" Judy Crouch asked in a high-pitched voice.

"Nothing the Dark Lord has ever done is surprising, including his resurrection." Snape looked around.

"If you want the details, go read the newspapers, ask Stark... and me..."

He then went around to the other side of the classroom and walked towards the podium.

His long black robe swayed behind him, and once again, all the students' eyes followed him.

"I will not teach you how to fight the Dark Lord, because that would be useless."

"Then what will you teach us?!" someone shouted.

Snape said expressionlessly:

"I will teach you how to better protect yourselves, your loved ones, and your friends."

True strength is not measured by how many people you defeat, but by how many people you protect!

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