A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom the next afternoon, Sirius had appeared early, and he was completely different - wearing a finely fitted dark suit , with a lining of the same dark color, a loose neckline, a casual expression on his face, and his curly black curly hair, as if stepping out of an oil painting.

"Harry?" he asked with a worried look on his face. "I heard you took a lot of points? Snape did it?"

Harry suddenly felt a sense of time and space. Sirius' image seems to overlap with when he was best man at his parents' wedding more than ten years ago, at best he is more mature now.

"Not really," Harry muttered, not wanting Sirius and Snape to clash.

"Well, I'll talk about it later." Sirius hesitated for a while. "You stay after class. There is something that you think should be known to you. It has something to do with Hagrid."

"He's back?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Shh." Sirius stopped the three of them. "He doesn't want other people to pay attention to this, and he can't get away for the time being... We will visit him with Felix at night."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other before questioning any further. They sat in their seats, and Lavender Brown in the back was biting his ears at Parvati- "Don't you think the new professor is more handsome than the previous Lockhart..." The two girls chatted.

Harry hurriedly changed to the seat inside, for fear of being infected by the stupidity exuding from the two of them.

Hermione looked at Sirius and asked with the same anticipation, "You said Hai - can he come back to class next week?"

"I don't know, I hope." Harry said, from Sirius's tone, Hagrid should be back, but why didn't he show up?

The class bell rang, all the students stared at Sirius silently, with deep scrutiny in their eyes. This is the treatment that every new professor has, but this time is very different. The new professor's resume is too scary— - Of course not because of his status as an adviser to the Minister of Magic, but because this man once escaped from Azkaban under the name of 'the first Death Eater under the mysterious man', and his terrifying reputation scared them for half a year.

At that time, everyone was very curious about how he escaped from prison and approached the school. Many students present had spread rumors of a new professor.

"Okay, classmates, as a rule, I need to introduce myself first. But I don't think anyone here doesn't know my name. After all, my wanted notice has been hanging in Hogsmeade for half a year. It's amazing..." Sirius said cheerfully: "Although my appearance is not the same as it was then, my name has not changed."

"Sirius Black, you can call me Professor, Professor Black, of course, you can call me by name if you are familiar with it."

The students exchanged glances, and the new professor seemed to speak well...

"Any questions? If not, we'll start the class."

"But—" Hermione raised her hand, "Uh, Professor Black?" Sirius smiled at her.

"We don't have textbooks yet," she said.

The students nodded one after another, and Harry's heart lifted, for fear that his godfather would say: I forgot. But on second thought, Harry thought it was unlikely.

"You said teaching materials, we don't need that stuff. What I want to teach you can't be remembered with your brain." Sirius said.

"Now take your wands and come with me." Before anyone else could react, he had disappeared from the classroom.

After a few seconds, he showed half of his head in doubt, "What are you waiting for? Am I not clear enough?"

Everyone moved, exchanging excited glances with each other.

Hermione was shocked. When the other students got up from their seats and walked towards the door, she was still in place.

"A good start, isn't it?" said Ron, holding his unicorn wand in his hand. "I had confidence in him all of a sudden."

They walked down the stairs in a thin line, then through the foyer, out of the castle, and stopped in a clearing on the edge of the Black Lake.

It may have been raining yesterday, but today the weather is exceptionally sunny, warm and comfortable. The sun is shining, the breeze is gentle, and the golden waves are rippling on the lake. Many people have a thought in their hearts, if only today were the weekend.

"When are there two more walls here? It's so ugly..." Draco Malfoy asked with a frown. On the grass not far from them, there were two stone walls, about twenty feet long, with nearly one person. Tall, sixty or seventy feet apart.

Sirius pretended not to hear, but he built it a little bit in the dark, even if it was crooked, it was excusable, wasn't it?

"Quiet, classmates. Defense Against the Dark Arts has an eternal theme, and that is how to protect yourself when you are in danger. And what I ask of myself is to teach you how to protect yourself in times of war... Can anyone tell?"

As expected, Hermione was the first to raise her hand.

"Hermione—" Sirius coughed again and again, "Well, I mean, Miss Granger, you answer."

"According to the pamphlet issued by the Ministry of Magic, in the event of danger, the only thing the underage wizard has to do is to protect himself and stay away from danger - quickly reunite with his family, and use Apparition to escape, so everyone must master and adapt to the appearance of followers. ."

"Very good, very correct, do you remember?" Sirius looked at the students.

Only a few people nodded. Sirius frowned, "I said... there is no difficulty in this, do you need her to repeat it again?"

Almost everyone nodded.

"Excellent, then this part is finished." Sirius said with satisfaction.

Others were a little stunned, what does "finished" mean? Sirius cleared his throat, "It's as simple as wanting to protect yourself, don't run around, don't make trouble, and it's almost enough to learn the skills of the follower display. I won't talk about the follower display today, I forgot to apply for permission with the principal..."

Then, his tone became low and solemn, and just standing there could attract everyone's attention.

"Of course it's best to run away, there's no need to risk your life...but if you can't run away, or if you have a reason to stay, then you have only one option left - pick up your wand and fight bravely. , no matter who the enemy is." He said in a deep voice.

At this time, you can see the subtle influence of the characteristics that different colleges admire on students. Although it is not obvious to pick it out individually, if you zoom in to a group, you can still see the difference - most students, Gryffindor and some Slytherin students were moved by the tenacious fighting spirit in Sirius's words and began to think about themselves Under what circumstances must fight be chosen, but some people shook their heads slightly, expressing disapproval.

In fact, there is no difference between the two. If you are too calm, you will be indifferent, and if you cross the line bravely, it will become reckless.

...

"Okay!" Sirius clapped his hands and said to the students, "Let's divide into groups, the students of Slytherin House stand here, and the students of Gryffindor House go over there." He opened his hands, Like holding two small flags indicating the direction.

The students followed instructions to their designated spots, and Draco Malfoy strode past Harry, looking back with a defiant look.

"Looks like a duel in a minute. I learned a lot over the summer," he whispered.

"You can challenge me." Harry was used to hearing these words, so he answered very smoothly: "But my opponents are Death Eaters. If you know them, you can introduce me to me, you know?"

Draco's smug expression froze, and he thought of Aunt Bella, who had lived briefly at his house.

"Come on! You two!" Sirius urged next to them, and the two were standing in their respective colleges. I wonder if it was a coincidence that Harry found himself standing in front of one of the stone walls, as did the group opposite.

Sirius stood between them and took out a whistle from his pocket: "What you have to do is actual combat, understand it as a melee, and use the academy as the camp to knock down the other side. I want to see your true level, listen to me Command - when the whistle sounds, you can start, I will give a reminder in advance, remember: only use stun spells and iron armor spells, there should be no one here who can't?"

The two groups were stunned for a few seconds, a melee? - "It's not fair," Draco cried. "We have fewer people here!"

"Why don't I switch you to another group?" Sirius asked in a threatening tone, showing his white teeth. At least from Draco's point of view.

"I'm not going." Draco said, shrinking his neck, sending him a Slytherin to a group full of Gryffindors? He had only experienced this feeling in the Rune Club, but it wasn't a battle.

"Then just be obedient," Sirius said impatiently, turning to shout to everyone: "You think the test will only be held once? Think everything on the battlefield will go as you wish? I hope you will have the strength for a while. Complain. I've prepared a lot of tricks!"

Harry's wand was clenched tightly in his hand. He didn't expect the practice class to be a melee, and the Slytherin student opposite was also confused. But gradually, the expressions on the faces of some students became vivid, and the hidden thoughts in their hearts quickly grew wild, and they all showed dangerous smiles to their opponents.

Harry's heart tightened, and he trotted closer in Ron's direction, while whispering to Hermione, "Come closer, we'll get together."

"What, oh!" Hermione hadn't recovered from the shock, she was obviously confused: "How could Sirius do this? He will definitely receive a lot of complaints! The professor wants to-"

"We'll talk about it later," Harry interrupted.

On the other side, most of the students were still standing in a daze, and Sirius had already started the countdown, "Three-two-one-drop!" A loud whistle echoed in the field, and the red light of the Stunning Charm criss-crossed. , Hermione and Ron released the Iron Armor Charm at the same time to protect them. Harry's wand poked out of the gap in the spell, shaking quickly, and the two of them immediately fell on the opposite side.

After a round of confrontation, Gryffindor and Slytherin each fell by nearly a third, and everyone stopped, not knowing what to do next.

"Continue! Until one side is completely down!" Sirius, who had retreated into the distance, called to them.

Draco Malfoy was the first to react. He stood behind the crooked stone wall and shouted to the others, "Come here! We're few, take advantage of the environment—" A spell hit the wall near him , it was Ron, who put away his wand regretfully: "Missed."

The spell was like a whip, and the students ran behind their stone walls. From Sirius' point of view, the students of the two academies were standing behind a stone wall, peering cautiously.

A dozen students were already lying on the ground.

Behind the stone wall, Harry licked his lips, he didn't feel the pressure, knocking down two people with the Silent Stunning Charm seemed like a no-brainer, especially since he had Ron and Hermione's Iron Armor Charm protecting him, he felt My previous approach was too conservative.

"Don't worry about those people on the ground, they are already 'corpses'." Sirius shouted from a distance.

Under his urging, the two groups of students chanted spells against each other across the stone wall. After the initial fear and discomfort, everyone was immersed in this tense, exciting and alternative duel game. They gradually gave up their defense and just used Stunning spells were fired at each other, and a few minutes later, the two sides fell down with half of their companions, and there were only single digits left on Slytherin's side, and Sirius shook his head for a while.

Now the situation on the field has completely turned into a bad fight.

The huge disadvantage in numbers woke the Slytherin students. They finally stopped showing their heads and hid behind the solid stone wall, only occasionally glancing at the edge or above the defensive wall. If Gryffindor was this time There are students in the group who stand still, and will be hit by a messy spell in the next second. No one dared to emerge easily.

The situation is deadlocked. Sirius raised his wand from a distance to let the unfortunate people who had been stunned from the 'battlefield' and awakened them with a recovery spell. Many people were shocked when they woke up, and they didn't remember how they were recruited.

"Look carefully, I'm going back to write a paper," Sirius told them.

...

"What if they can't get out, Harry?" Neville yelled, leaning against the wall. He stuck his head out just now and was almost hit by a spell.

Harry glanced back at the rest. "Sixteen left," said Hermione. Harry gritted his teeth, "Are you willing to act together?"

"of course."

"We're all at your disposal, Harry."

"The opportunity is too rare, we are about to defeat Slytherin." Seamus said excitedly.

"Okay," Harry said no more, "me, Ron, Hermione," he hesitated, "and Neville, we're going ahead, defending with the Iron Charm, and Seamus and Dean are ready to go up. , the others stand behind us and recite the Stunning Charm!"

It took them half a minute to adjust, barely forming a formation, and walked out from behind the stone wall.

On the other side, Draco frowned, feeling that something was not right. There was no movement outside for a long time. What was going on? He estimated that there were at least a dozen people on the opposite side, and on their side - his face was gloomy, there were only six people.

No matter how you think about it, you lose.

Damn Sirius Black, Dad is right, he is the biggest traitor of the pureblood family!

He glanced at the valet beside him - Goyle had fallen, and only Crabbe was left, "Crapb, you go outside and have a look." Crabbe was full of reluctance, the tendon on his body couldn't stop it. Multiple wands, he sticks his head out of the wall, and then his eyes suddenly widen.

"What's wrong?"

"what happened?"

"You said it!"

The rest of the people asked questions in a frenzy.

"They—" Crabbe said halfway through, before being hit by a stun spell and thumping on the grass. Draco's eyes twitched violently, not because Crabbe was cursed—a stun spell, nothing more—but he heard footsteps in unison, very close to here.

"Hi, Malfoy."

A teasing voice said, Draco raised his head, Harry smiled brightly through a transparent magical barrier, and from behind Harry handed out two dark wands, a flash of red light, the spell and the darkness struck at the same time. hit him.

The dozen or so remaining Gryffindor students gave a deafening cheer, "We won!"

Sirius came over and chanted a recovery spell on the six students.

"At the end of the first game, no one used other spells, which is good, you know that in other grades there are people who use evil spells in chaos, and I punish them for copying sentences. The method I learned from Muggle schools usually works well... Then Slytherin is wiped out and Gryffindor wins."

The Gryffindor students were beaming and shouting: "We have won! We have won! We have defeated Slytherin!"

"...In addition, one more thing, half of your comrades are 'dead'." Sirius said blankly, and Harry and the others stopped laughing immediately.

"Next, we will have a second test. This time, only soft leg spells are allowed, not even iron armor spells, and cannot be defended... We use it to simulate the life-suppressing spell, you should know its characteristics... It is hard to resist, hit the spell Immediately die."

Many Slytherin students gave him hateful looks, they thought they were going to suffer another humiliation, even Harry was shocked by these looks, but Sirius didn't care at all.

"All stand over, I'm going to regroup." Soon, Sirius cut a piece of red and green fabric into two pieces like a sharp pair of scissors. You have me in the two academies, and I have you in me. They stand together, but they are distinct. There was only a blank look on everyone's faces.

Harry saw the face of Malfoy who had just been stunned, but Ron and Hermione were on the opposite side.

"This time the number is almost the same, what do you think?" Sirius asked.

Then, he retreated into the distance again, "Give you two minutes to think about tactics, and start as soon as the time is up. You all know the rules. This time there will be no excuses for which side loses. Of course, you use It’s okay to be in a daze during this time.”

Harry looked at the new group, no one spoke for a while, half the Gryffindor students and half the Slytherin students looked at each other with strange eyes, and they had just waved their sticks at each other, cheering for each other's fall. , but now they were forced to stand together, obviously, everyone was caught off guard.

I don't know where Sirius learned this set from. He couldn't help but complain.

"Why does it look like a rune club?" Neville murmured.

Harry suddenly realized, he looked at Draco, in the same mood as when he first saw him in Mrs. Malkin's robe shop, how could there be such a nasty person... Harry thought to himself, but he still endured the discomfort Said, "According to the rules of the club?"

Draco looked at Harry with measured eyes, and they hated each other. Just when Harry felt impatient, Draco said with a sneer on his pale face, "Okay."

"Hey, Potter, you have to watch out for the spell next to you," whispered a girl next to him.

"Shut up, Pansy," Draco said coldly.

Two minutes passed quickly, and Sirius blew his whistle again.

"The battle has begun! What are you waiting for!" He urged from a distance, and everyone subconsciously waved their wands and chanted the soft leg spell.

Harry suddenly realized that if it had been a chaotic battle just now, the field would have turned into a mess of porridge, with spells flying around, and many people chanting the spell, but the next second they fell to the ground, and the spell hit their companions. .

Can't use iron armor spells and stone walls, you can only dodge, many people jump up and down, and there are very few students who are capable of flying spells.

"Only use the soft-leg spell. The students who are in the spell will leave the battlefield on their own after releasing the spell." Sirius shouted from the edge of the battlefield, picking up a spell at random. His teeth were itching with anger, which idiot threw the spell on him, and it was hard not to suspect that it was intentional.

...

"Fll off! All off - ouch!" Harry heard Ron shout.

When there were only a dozen people left on the field, someone shouted, "Come on!" Then the opposite side rushed over. Harry took advantage of the chaos to hit three of them, but then the two groups mixed together, and everyone stared at each other. Little eyes, no one dared to act rashly.

Hermione looked at Harry hesitantly, the two of them were definitely not in a group, but—wouldn't it be bad for them to attack each other? They didn't struggle for too long when Sirius walked over with a dark face. "What's your name?" he said to a Slytherin student.

"Brace Shabini," the student whispered.

Sirius looked at him carefully for two seconds, "Effective tactics." Blaise just wanted to laugh, but Sirius added, "But it's also quite stupid, the fastest death on the battlefield." He turned his head and announced loudly: " The second game is over. Come together."

The students sat on the grass in twos and threes. Sirius sat between them, chin on one hand, squinting at them.

"Tsk tsk, look at your performance just now. If this is on the battlefield, the survivors can count them with one hand."

A Slytherin student grumbled dissatisfiedly: "It's not our fault for the first game, the numbers are not equal..." He was still indignant about the first test.

Sirius made a short laugh, "Who told you that the war is fair? What do you think the real battle is like? Everyone agreed to fight together? Comply with each other's rules of the game, and it's a one-on-one, fair contest?"

"The thing you're talking about has nothing to do with war."

He shook his head and supported his knee with the other hand. His face was weathered, and years of imprisonment still left traces on him, but the fusion of this experience and his own temperament made him even more attractive. He is sitting on the ground now, but it still makes people suspect that he has just escaped from the noble banquet.

Sirius said lazily: "Sometimes you are the one with few people, so what should you do? You can't say that if there are many people on the other side, then I will join the other side, right? If your family is killed by three or five dark wizards Siege, you have to say to them: This is not fair, so turn around and walk away?"

"The difference in numbers, the difference in strength, the state, the first hand, the environment, the weather, the tacit understanding with the companions... Each of these items will have an impact on the evenly matched two sides, thus changing the situation of the battle. What I have to do this year is to Let you experience these things as realistically as possible."

"Of course, some of the assessment spells are also within the scope of my teaching."

"Next, you can analyze the first two battles by yourself. You can talk about the shortcomings and advantages. Let's chat casually... Does anyone raise their hand? No? Then I'll leave the homework, an analysis paper, at least three feet... "

"Don't, Professor!"

"Can't we say it's not enough!"

In a 'friendly and harmonious' atmosphere, the fifth grade's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended.

Sirius scratched his chin, "Okay, then the homework... er, no, reveal the content of the next lesson in advance: I will randomly select two squads for a simulated battle, and each squad consists of between two and five people. , think about how to deal with five people when you only have one companion, and at least hold on long enough to last until reinforcements arrive... Well, see you next class."