Chapter 548
Defense Against the Dark Arts Class
Chapter 548 Defense Against the Dark Arts Class
Tuesday morning was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Wade waited for the time to arrive outside the classroom and saw the Slytherins and Ravenclaws crowded in the corridor chatting. The door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was not open.
"What's up? Is the door locked?" Wade walked over and asked, "Or has the classroom location been changed?"
"No." Padma, who was chatting with Lisa, turned around and said with an embarrassed expression: "Because... you know... the one teaching us now is Professor Moody..."
Compared with the gentle and amiable Professor Troka, the new professor's image was so different that Padma felt she couldn't accept it for the time being.
But Wade didn't understand everyone's concerns and fears. Every time he went home during the holidays, he would often see Moody. After getting used to it, he no longer thought that face was scary.
So Wade said casually: "Yeah, I've been looking forward to learning a few things from him."
Vader walked through the students in the corridor and pushed open the oak door.
"squeak--"
Moody was sitting on a high stool at the front of the classroom, leaning on crutches. His gray hair was a little messy and his scarred face had no expression.
His normal black eye was staring at the door, as if facing some dangerous enemy, and his other big blue eye was rolling up and down and left and right, and suddenly went into his head, so that everyone could only see a white eyeball.
The students who were originally chatting outside suddenly became silent, and followed Wade one by one, tiptoeing into the classroom.
At this time, the bell for class rang, and several students who had lagged behind hurried back to their seats.
Moody was indifferent to the students' secretive looks, fear and disgust. He took out the roster and began to call the roll.
When he called Draco Malfoy's name, Moody paused for a moment, looked up and down, said nothing, and then continued to call the next one.
After the roll call was over, Moody stood up with difficulty using his crutches, glanced at the textbooks that the students had placed on the table, and said, "Put them away. There will be no theory class today."
Everyone put their books into their bags. Moody waved his wand and the door that was originally open slammed shut. The huge impact scared several people.
Then he waved his wand again, and all the desks and chairs seemed to have grown legs and moved quickly to the corners. Only a group of students holding wands were left standing in the middle of the classroom.
Moody dragged his wooden leg down from the podium and walked among the students, his magic eyes spinning wildly, scanning everyone.
He said gruffly, "Defense Against the Dark Arts isn't something you have to memorize! What you need to learn is how to deal with the dark arts and stay alive in front of real dark wizards."
Moody suddenly waved his wand, and Goyle, who was secretly stuffing food into his mouth, flew out without even a scream, and only screamed "Ah" when he hit the wall.
The students were startled, and those closest to Moody all moved away.
Michael suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and he glanced at Wade, as if to say - why do you always like this kind of professor?
Obviously, Moody's behavior reminded him of Abigail. Both of them would lose face and beat students without any warning.
Vader smiled and mouthed silently, "Stay alert."
"Did you see that?" Moody snorted coldly, "Dark wizards won't warn you in advance, and won't follow any duel etiquette - they won't wait for you to be ready, they will only attack you when you least expect it! You must be prepared and be vigilant!"
While he was speaking, he suddenly shook his wand slightly, and a red light knocked Michael out. Another red light shot towards Wade, but was blocked by the invisible armor.
The spell bounced off and hit Pansy. The girl screamed and two more people fell to the ground in the classroom.
Moody looked at Wade in surprise, his magic eyes fixed on him. After a moment, he said, "Nice armor spell." Wade bowed and said nothing, but he didn't dare to whisper anymore.
His eyes fell on Moody's hand. He felt that the interval between the two disarming spells was very short, and the casting action was also very concealed. This fighting skill alone was worth learning.
"Good, someone blocked my spell, but others obviously don't have this ability..."
Moody saw several students who had gotten up from the ground looking at him accusingly, especially Pansy who was obviously a little annoyed, and he grinned.
This expression on his face was somewhat horrifying.
"Why, do you think it's unfair?" Moody turned to the Slytherin side, looked at Pansy and asked, "Do you think I should count down from three to one and wait until you are ready before casting the spell? That way I will be more like a professor?"
"Shouldn't it be?" Pansy said breathlessly, "You are a professor, not a dark wizard, so we are not prepared!"
"That makes sense..." Moody didn't get angry, but said in a rough voice: "But this is the first lesson I teach you. Remember... always stay alert, no matter who the other party is!"
Moody walked over to Draco Malfoy again, looked at him and asked, "I remember you also went to watch the World Cup final. Tell me - when the leprechauns attacked the camp, were you prepared in advance?"
All the students in the classroom turned their eyes to the two of them, and the classroom fell into complete silence.
Malfoy looked at the other person expressionlessly and said stiffly: "No, sir."
"Are you injured?" Moody asked again.
"No, sir," said Malfoy.
"Why?" Moody asked, his mutilated face rapidly enlarged in Malfoy's sight. He asked, "Did the leprechaun show mercy to your men?"
"No." Malfoy said dryly with a tense face, "We hid in the forest."
"Look, if you were like Malfoy, at the camp that night, you wouldn't say stupid things like 'why did you have to sneak attack'!"
Moody withdrew his gaze from Malfoy's face and continued to circle among the students, growling:
"Real attacks always come unexpectedly, and so does death! But you may not be as lucky as him to survive such an attack!"
Wade glanced at the pale Malfoy and felt that the word "luck" that Moody said should be replaced by "parents" to be more accurate.
"You can't always learn magic in a disciplined manner. You have to learn how to deal with the most dangerous and chaotic situations!" Moody said, "Now, form groups of two and start practicing defensive spells... Let me see your level!"
He waved his wand again, causing dozens of thick cushions to appear around the classroom. He then returned to the podium and turned around, only to see that most of the students were still standing there stupidly, seemingly waiting for orders to be divided into groups.
"Move!" Moody roared, "The enemy is right beside us! Do we have to wait for them to make the first move?"
"Whoosh-"
With a flash of magic light, Wade sent Michael next to him out first.
(End of this chapter)