Chapter 245
Muggle Weapons Lesson
Chapter 245 Muggle Weapons Lesson
Professor Abigail was stunned and asked, "What contract?"
"I know!"
Hermione raised her hand and said, "In 1876, Mr. Rancorros Carpe, the administrator of Hogwarts, tried to use all kinds of modern weapons to drive Peeves out of the castle. As a result, Peeves made a riot in the school for three whole days. He even shot at the window and almost injured the teachers and students of the school."
"That's right, that's right!"
Peeves, floating in the air, nodded repeatedly and said proudly, "In the end, that guy Karpe kicked out of the school, but I'm still here!"
"The then-headmaster, Ms. Moore, made a contract with Peeves."
Hermione continued as if to support Peeves, "Allow Peeves to have some privileges to cause trouble in school in exchange for him laying down his weapon and restoring order in the school."
"That's it!" Peeves said. "See? These guys are useless to me! But if you want to fight me again, I'd welcome that, too."
He rode on the barrel of a cannon and looked at the new professor provocatively, as if he was looking forward to starting another big battle.
"So that's it."
Abigail looked at Peeves in surprise.
Before today, Peeves had been fairly respectful to the professor, and only seemed a little more lively than the other ghosts, so Abigail hadn't discovered his destructive power yet.
But from the way he spoke and the looks of the students, Abigail could guess what kind of person this guy was.
She didn't understand why a wizard as powerful as Dumbledore would allow such a reckless ghost to stay in the school. But since the headmaster hadn't said anything, Abigail naturally wouldn't interfere.
"You misunderstood, Peeves," she explained calmly, "I was going to use them to teach my students a lesson in weapons."
After saying this, she ignored the uninvited guest and turned to the students in front of her.
"Since you are here, please inform the respective colleges for me. We will have a Muggle weapons class on the south lawn at 4 o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
A hand was raised from the crowd.
"Lisa?" Professor Abigail called her name.
"Professor." Lisa said timidly, "But... this should be the content of the third-year Muggle Studies class, right? We haven't even reached the third year yet..."
"You are wrong." Professor Abigail said directly, "Do you think we only need to guard against dark wizards and dangerous creatures to ensure our own safety?"
"Big mistake!"
"Let me tell you, from ancient times to the present, many wizards have been captured or even killed by the Muggles they looked down upon!"
"Of course, wizards have killed more Muggles wantonly. For example, decades ago, your UK's Voldemort..."
Most of the students turned pale with fright, and they seemed to want to plug their ears.
"Mysterious man... Professor, we usually don't say that name directly..." Anthony said courageously.
"Fools!" Professor Abigail scolded unceremoniously, "Didn't Dumbledore teach you? Fear of a name will intensify the fear of this thing! What's more, Voldemort is dead, and you dare not even say his name?"
The young wizards looked at each other and most of them lowered their heads.
They were unwilling to admit that they were cowardly, but they would not call the person by his name as the professor suggested.
Although Voldemort has disappeared as far as the little wizard here can remember, his influence continues to this day. For many people, he is still synonymous with "terror".
Professor Abigail was a little disappointed, but then she found that some students were still holding their heads high, with no fear on their faces and no avoiding glances.
For example, Vader and Harry.
There were others who were obviously afraid, but there was something else in their expressions, a feeling of both cowardice and courage. Professor Abigail smiled, and instead of forcing the students to go against their will, she said:
"In order to use some Muggle weapons normally, the principal needs to shut down some settings of the school's protection system. If it is too long or too often, it will pose a threat to the safety of the school. Therefore, the four colleges of the same grade will have classes together."
"Second grade classes start at 5pm on Friday. Gather on the lawn next to the forbidden forest. Remember to arrive early."
……
Friday soon arrived.
Wade and his classmates did not have classes that afternoon, so after lunch they went to the umbrella house to finish their weekend homework. When the time was almost up, everyone walked towards the lawn together.
They were the first grade to have weapons class. Some students from other grades also came to watch curiously. They even arrived earlier than the students who had classes and formed a circle on the lawn.
Everyone was familiar with each other. They stood in groups of three or four, looking at the weapons on the lawn, some old and some new, with curious eyes.
The weapons were protected by spells, and the students couldn't get close, so they stood on the periphery and discussed how to use them and their power.
"I know, it's a land mine!"
A Gryffindor boy swore, "My dad once accidentally stepped on one when he was traveling. The Muggles who were traveling with him thought he would be killed in the explosion and ran away crying. My dad used an armor charm to offset the power of the explosion. When he returned, he saw that the Muggles had already started preparing for his funeral!"
Everyone burst out laughing.
His laughter revealed his contempt for stupid Muggles, as well as his own sense of superiority as a wizard.
Suddenly, one of the students felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Please give way!"
"Hey, go find some other place!"
The student shook his shoulders impatiently, trying to shake the hand away.
But he didn't get what he wanted, instead the strength in his hands increased several times.
"I said... please move aside!"
The visitor repeated it in a cold, emphasized tone.
This voice sounds familiar.
The tone sounded very unfriendly.
The student turned around and saw Professor Abigail's gloomy face, and for a moment he actually saw Professor Snape.
"T-Professor!"
He shouted and many students hurriedly made way.
Professor Abigail walked in like Moses parting the sea, followed by a string of second-year students.
——They came here at the right time and were blocked outside.
Everyone walked to the middle, looking at the well-designed and powerful modern weapons with curious eyes from time to time. But after Professor Abigail walked in, she first picked up a simple stone axe.
"Does anyone know what this is?" she asked.
"Pfft!"
Some students chuckled, as if they thought the professor had asked a stupid question.
(End of this chapter)