Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 528: Snape’s Defense Skills Lesson

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! "What was Hermione’s last class?"

"Maca's Magic Text Lesson."

In the corridor, Harry and Ron walked side by side, following the crowd to the second floor. They didn't take the ancient magic text class, so they couldn't accompany Hermione with her when they had a class.

"Oh..." Ron seemed to be a little emotional when he heard the words, "Although Maca's classes are always fun, the disadvantage is that there are too many homework! Seriously, can't he alleviate the burden on the students? ?"

"We didn't take the magic text class again, so don't worry about others," Harry shook his head. "I think we have to worry about the next class-I didn't expect it. , That was originally my favorite course!"

"Yes!" Ron sighed, "First, Umbridge gave us a bad mood for most of the school year. I thought it was a good thing that she was gone, but I never thought that Snape was here again. ..."

"Oh! I really don't understand, how did Maca get along with Snape?" Harry said boredly.

"Perhaps as Maca said, in fact Snape is not as bad as we thought?" Ron thought for a while, and quickly pushed the idea away, "No, how is it possible?" "

"Hey." Harry gave a dry smile, "Has Maca said anything like this?"

"I don't know, I can't remember," Ron shrugged, "I just think that if it was Maca, I would say that."

As the two murmured at each other, the crowd rushing to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom had quickly moved beyond the familiar door. At this moment, with a soft creak, the teacher's door was opened from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, the big bat-like figure Shi Shiran walked out of the door and stood still in the corridor for a while.

It was Snape, and his hair still looked as greasy as it had never been washed before, drooping from the sides of his head, covering his face. The pitch-black hair set off his waxy face and it became more and more gloomy. The moment the indifferent gaze swept across the crowd, everyone seemed to feel a chill.

"Come in."

Snape glanced at them, then suddenly turned around and returned to the classroom, turning too hard, causing his black robe to smash away, as if in that second incarnate into a real giant bat.

Yes, yes, the kind that **** human blood!

"One of his ancestors must be a vampire!" Ron leaned close to Harry, muttering in a very low voice.

"I think that's not unusual. I heard from Hermione that in the past Hogwarts really had a history of vampires serving as Defense Against the Dark Arts class professors," Harry blinked. "Compared to that, I I want to say even more-Snape can't wait!"

"What?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"I mean Snape," Harry whispered, "I heard that he has been thinking about becoming a Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor for a long time. It seems that he planned to apply for this class from the beginning." /

"If you want to chat, I can let you chat in my office tonight!" Snape knew it somehow, and he stepped out of the classroom door again and stared at them both. At a glance.

"It's not time for class yet!" Harry subconsciously spoke, which made Ron give him a quick wink and motioned him not to be so impulsive.

But before the words fell, a magic bell suddenly rang throughout Hogwarts Castle, turning the anger on Snape's face into mockery and sneer again.

"It's here now." He grinned, "Still outside the classroom? Good job... 5 points deducted!"

"You caused it!" Harry retorted loudly, stroking his neck.

"5 points deducted per person."

Snape sneered and added another sentence before he walked into the classroom again. Ron knew he couldn't stay here anymore, so he just dragged Harry to follow-let him fight Snape again, I'm afraid he would really be going to that guy's office to stay most of the night tonight!

As soon as they entered the classroom, Harry and Ron discovered that Snape had already branded his distinctive marks here.

The windows that were originally well-lit were tightly shielded by thick curtains, and no natural light could penetrate them. In the classroom, only small candles lit by magic radiated a faint light, making it as gloomy and drowsy as the previous potions classroom.

The difference from the potions classroom in the past is that several portraits are also hung here, but those portraits obviously also have a strong "Snape style."

Most of the paintings are characters, but they all seem to be undergoing terrible torture, showing their pain with their twisted limbs and hideous expressions. Some of the people in the painting screamed and screamed silently, some were curled up, some half of their bodies were festering, and some were even indistinguishable.

It can be said that these images themselves are "restricted", and I don't know how Snape dared to hang them up-did Professor McGonagall know about this?

"That's it!"

Ron and Harry merged into the students standing in the middle of the classroom with some suspicion, but the next moment, Ron seemed to suddenly think of something, and frowned and let out a low voice.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked at Snape first, and found that he hadn't looked over here, then turned to Ron beside him and asked.

"Hermione!" Ron lowered his voice and emphasized, "Hermione hasn't come yet—how could she be late?"

"It's awful!" When Harry heard it, he suddenly felt very bad.

But at this moment, someone rushed in at the door. Harry and Ron hurriedly looked up, they knew they hadn’t even seen the person’s face, that it was Hermione. If I had to explain it, it was her tousled brunette hair. Except for Hermione, there was no other girl in Hogwarts who didn't care about her appearance.

"Huh, late?" Snape turned his head and made a chuckle, "Well done, Miss Know-it-all. Do you think..."

He habitually wants to sarcasm a few words, and he can also be punished by the way, so that his mood will become better. But after catching a glimpse of the textbook Hermione was holding on his chest, he snorted again impatiently.

"Professor McLean was a little late today..." Hermione stood at the door and explained.

As she spoke, she frowned and stared at the portrait on the classroom wall for a few moments, and she suddenly felt annoyed.

For Hermione, those portraits are too much, they shouldn't be hung on any wall in this world, let alone in the Hogwarts classroom.

"Go over there and stand, it's time for class!" Snape waved his hand irritably, and the sleeves of the wizard's robe made a twitch in the air.

Here, although Hermione wanted to say a few words about the portrait on the wall, when she thought of the conversation with Maca just now after class, she had to press her heart's restlessness.

In the last class, Maca didn't delay the class—he never did that in class. The reason Hermione was late was only because she took the initiative to ask Maca a few words.

Of course she asked about Snape, and incidentally, the things Maca had asked her to do during the retrospective period. Snape broke into her house late at night and watched her for half the night. The reason for that incident is still a mystery to this day.

As smart as Hermione, she suddenly thought of Voldemort and Greenward, but because the process was so complicated, even if she was involved in one of the steps, she still had no clue.

It's just that while Maca was hospitalized in St. Mungo, she hadn't given a clear enough explanation, so she found another opportunity to ask more clearly.

However, Maca still didn't tell the cause and effect just now. What Hermione learned from him this time was only part of the internal information about Snape. That included the history of Snape and Harry's mother, as well as the situation of Snape's sister Tia.

So nowadays, when Hermione sees Snape himself~IndoMTL.com~, a rather complicated emotion suddenly springs up in her heart.

"Hermione, Maca dragged the class?"

Seeing that Hermione came to them safe and sound, Ron and Harry breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, then Harry asked casually.

"Hmm..." Hermione's mind was pulled back to reality by his words. She hesitated, but nodded, "Yes...Yes!"

Perhaps subconsciously, I feel that I shouldn't tell Harry the conversation with Maca just now. After all, even if she wants to say it, she doesn't know where to start. Did she start talking about Harry's mother's scandal? Do not be silly!

While answering, she stuffed the magic text textbook she was holding in her arms into the bulging schoolbag, flipped through it again, and took out another thick magic book.

"... Put away that book," no one knows how Snape's eyesight was developed. "In my Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I don't need that kind of half-hearted book."

Hermione brought out the "Dark Force: A Guide to Self-Defense." This book has been the most commonly used textbook for Defence Against the Dark Arts class since the first grade. No professor other than Umbridge has ever used it. It contains a lot of practical defensive spells, and also introduces a large number of dark creatures. It is really a rich and reliable book.

But Snape said that it was a "half book".

"Before the formal start of class, I think it is necessary to say a few words to you," Snape stood in front of the classroom in a harsh tone, "So in the next step, I hope you will be able to concentrate highly and don’t miss out. Every word I say-because I only say it once!"

Speaking of this, he paused for a while, those cold black eyes swept across everyone's face one by one, bringing everyone an inexplicable pressure.