After Snape stared at Tierra coldly for a while—

"So far, from 1991 to now, five professors have taught this course." Snape ignored Tierra, and turned his attention to the other little bean sprouts listening in the audience, "almost every year A teacher."

"Naturally, these teachers all have their own teaching methods and idiosyncrasies, but given the chaotic situation, I'm surprised that so many people have passed the .Ls exams in the past few years." Snape began to walk around the room slowly. Walking slowly, speaking in a deeper voice, the eyes of the entire class were focused on Snape.

"Dark magic," said Snape, "is many and varied, ever-changing and eternal, and resisting them is like fighting a hydra, which grows out each time a neck is badly wounded." Make a more ferocious, wiser head, what you have to resist is an indeterminate, mutated, indestructible thing."

"Therefore, your defense technique," said Snape in a slightly louder voice, "must also be flexible and innovative, just like you are looking for ways to break a spell. Now look, these pictures —”

Snape suddenly pointed to the oil paintings on the wall and said, "It gives a clear picture of what kind of attack those victims were subjected to. For example, this wizard!"

He waved his hand at a wizard who was screaming in pain.

"The Dementor's Kiss!"

The wizard in the painting Snape was referring to lay curled up, eyes rolled, and fell against the wall.

"Or provoke an attack." Snape raised his wand, waved it lightly, and a large pool of blood appeared on the oil painting.

The little wizards in the audience let out fearful and suppressed exclamations one after another.

"Okay, now everyone, stand up!" Snape said sternly as he stood on the podium and tapped his wand.

After everyone stood up, Snape swung his wand heavily.

"Bang-dang-dang-"

The tables, chairs and benches in the classroom flew up and piled up towards the corners of the classroom.

"Now two of you, attack each other with your best spells, just like what Mr. Tiera said..." Snape glanced at Tiera who was still sitting in the last row of the classroom—

The desk and chair where Tierra was sitting were not affected by Snape's wand, and they remained obediently in place.

"I need to know what level you are all at first." Snape said, poking his nose.

"Okay, let's start, you start attacking each other now, no matter what kind of magic you use, whether it's disarming you, fainting, petrification, or beeping, as long as it can cause trouble to the other party Just fine."

After finishing speaking, Snape couldn't help but frowned impatiently.

"I said go." Snape's voice became harsher and deeper. "Are you all deaf? Or have no ears?"

After Snape called out just now, the little wizards present did not move—

It's not accurate to say that. Many young wizards present raised their wands to the person standing opposite him. This is obviously a very obvious action, but...

But no one waved them, and no one chanted a spell, just stood there blankly, looking at me, I looked at you, wide-eyed.

"Heh..." A chuckle came from the back row of the classroom.

Snape glared sternly.

Finding that Tierra had closed the notebook in his hand, he stood up slowly.

"Oh? Is our Mr. Investigator up to something?" Snape sarcastically said impatiently.

"I can't talk about it." Tierra smiled politely and modestly, and walked towards the center of the field, "But I do have a little suggestion."

Speaking of which, Tierra stopped behind a little wizard named Nils Rosen, bent down, held his wrist, and slowly raised it up, so that the wand was facing the tall boy opposite, who was also Nils. A good friend of Adama Marico's handsome face.

"You like Jennifer Bell, right?" Tierra asked softly in Nils Rosen's ear.

"What, what?" Nils Rosen blushed for a moment, his eyes wandering.

"Coincidentally, Adama Marico also likes it." Tierra said with a smile, "He has been with Jennifer Bell for three months, and he never told you?"

Nils Rosen's face suddenly turned pale, shocked, unbelievable, and angrily looked at Adama Marico standing opposite him.

"Neil...what's the matter?" Adama Marico didn't hear Tierra's words, and looked at his good friend Nils Rosen with a puzzled face.

"If I remember correctly, the day before yesterday you asked him to help pass the love letter to Jennifer, right?" Tierra continued to whisper with a smile, "You also know why he laughed at you in his heart, right?"

Nils Rosen was already flushing, and Tierra could hear the sound of gnashing of teeth.

"If you don't take advantage of the opportunity to vent out in the open, you are still waiting—"

"Drowsy!" Before Tiera could finish speaking, Nils Rosen uttered the spell in a voice that was almost roaring.

A sharp blue curse rushed out from the tip of Nils Rosen's staff, rushing towards Adama Marico with overwhelming momentum.

"What are you doing—" Before Adama Marico finished speaking, he was hit by a curse on the forehead, turned around three and a half times in the air, and fell hard to the ground.

"Control your anger." Tierra straightened up and patted Nils Rosen on the shoulder, "Remember this feeling, it will be useful in my black arts class."

"By the way..." Tierra whispered again, "Adama Marico has never been with Jennifer Bell...he likes...you."

"What, what?" Nils Rosen felt that his brain seemed to be shut down, and the feeling was absurd and chaotic.

"Alright then, students." Tierra said, "I like war..."

"If you don't attack each other like Professor Snape said, then I'll tell you all your little secrets one by one." Tierra said, "For example, Felicia Hedman last year At Christmas time..."

"All petrified!" Felicia Heideman immediately raised her wand and attacked the boy opposite~lightnovelpub.net~ Layers of protection! "The boy on the opposite side had quick eyesight and quick hands, and put a protective spell on himself.

The other little wizards also started attacking each other.

"This year's fourth grade is really bad, isn't it?" After all the little wizards started attacking each other, Tierra stood beside Snape and said "tsk tsk tsk".

Snape frowned, noncommittal, and didn't answer.

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot the business." Tierra patted her head with a smile, then approached Snape, and whispered:

"Take a chance to tell Voldemort... Horace Slughorn is refining the Philosopher's Stone... and will soon succeed."

Snape's eyes instantly became sharp.

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