After Snape stared at Tiera coldly for a while—

"So far, from 1991 to the present, five professors have taught this course." Snape ignored Tiera and turned his attention to the other small bean sprouts listening to the lecture, "Almost every year it changes. a teacher."

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

"Dark magic," said Snape, "it's many, various, ever-changing and eternal, and resisting them is like fighting a hydra, each time a neck is badly wounded, it grows out. A fiercer, wiser head, what you are fighting against is something uncertain, mutated, indestructible."

"Therefore, your defense," Snape said in a slightly louder voice, "must also be flexible and innovative, just like you're trying to find a way to crack a spell. Now look at these pictures. —”

Snape suddenly pointed to the paintings on the walls and said, "It gives a clear indication of what the victims were attacked, for example, this wizard!"

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

"Dementor's Kiss!"

The wizard in the painting Snape was referring to was lying crouched, rolling his eyes, and fell to the ground against the wall.

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

The little wizards under the stage sounded scared and suppressed exclamations one after another.

"Okay, now everyone, stand up!" Snape said sternly while standing on the podium, tapping his wand.

After everyone stood up, Snape waved his wand heavily.

"Bang dang- bang dang-"

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

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

The desk and chair that Tiera was sitting on was not affected by Snape's wand, and remained where they were.

"I first need to know what level you are at." Snape said with a cowardly nose.

"Okay, let's get started, you start attacking each other now, no matter what kind of magic you use, whether it's except your weapon, fainting, petrifying, you have to be stunned, as long as it can cause trouble to the other party. Just fine."

After speaking, Snape couldn't help frowning impatiently.

"I said start." Snape's voice grew stern and deeper. "Are you all deaf? Still no ears?"

After Snape finished shouting the start, the little wizard present did not move—

It's not accurate to say that, many of the little wizards present raised their wands to the people standing opposite him, which was obviously a very obvious action, but...

But no one waved them, no one chanted a spell, just stood there dumbfounded, you look at me, I look at you, with big eyes and small eyes.

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

Snape stared sternly.

He found that Tiera had closed the notebook in his hand and stood up slowly.

"Oh? Does our Mr. Investigator have anything to say?" Snape said impatiently.

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

Saying that, Tiera stopped behind a little wizard named Nils Rosen, leaned down, held his wrist, slowly raised it, and pointed her wand at the tall boy opposite, who was also Nils. good friend of Adama Marico with a rather handsome face.

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

"What, what?" Nils Rosen blushed for a moment and glanced at him.

"It's a coincidence, Adama Marico likes it too." Tiera said with a smile, "He's been with Jennifer Bell for three months, and he never told you?"

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

"Neil... What's wrong?" Adama Marico didn't hear Tiera's words, and looked at his good friend Nils Rosen with a puzzled face.

"If I remember correctly, did you ask him to help hand Jennifer a love letter the day before yesterday?" Tiera continued to whisper with a smile, "You know what he is laughing at you, right?"

Nils Rosen was already blushing, and Tiera could hear the sound of crunching teeth.

"Don't take advantage of the open air now, you're still waiting—"

"Pass out!" Before Tiera could finish speaking, Nils Rosen chanted the spell in an almost growling voice.

A fierce blue magic spell rushed out from the tip of Nils Rosen's wand, and charged towards Adama Marico with a mighty aura.

"What are you doing—" Before Adama Marico could finish speaking, he was hit by the curse on the brain gate, turned three and a half circles in the air, and fell to the ground.

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

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

"What, what?" Nils Rosen felt as if his brain had shut down, feeling both absurd and confusing.

"That's good, classmates," Tiera said. "I like war..."

"If you don't follow what Professor Snape said, UU reading www.uukanshu.com attack each other, then I will tell your little secrets one by one." Tiera said, "For example, Ferry Thea Heideman at last Christmas..."

"All petrified!" Felicia Heideman immediately raised her wand and attacked the boy opposite.

"Layers of protection!" The boy on the opposite side was quick-witted and cast a protective spell on himself.

The other little wizards also started to attack each other.

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

Snape frowned, noncommittal, and did not answer.

"Ah, by the way, I almost forgot my business." Tiera patted her head with a smile, then approached Snape and whispered:

"Take a chance to reveal to Voldemort...Horace Slughorn is refining the Philosopher's Stone...and it will be done soon."

Snape's eyes instantly became sharp.