"The two of you seem to be quite relaxed." Hermione glanced at them and said anxiously, "Ancient Magical Literature is very difficult. I've memorized everything, but I don't understand more than half of the content. There's also a lot of homework, a fifteen-inch essay, two translations, and we have to finish reading so many books before Wednesday!"
She gestured with her hand, from the left side of her body all the way to where Iven was. The books were all in Elwyn's pocket. Otherwise, the two of them would have to carry back the thick stack of books handed out in class like the others. Looking at their expressions, they looked like they had been mistreated.
"What bad luck!" Ron said lazily and yawned.
"This is nothing. What I'm worried about is tomorrow's Divination and Arithmetic class..."
Hermione and Elwyn talked about this the entire way.
From the Ancient Magical Literature class, they could see that the difficulty of N.E.W.T. class was much higher than before.
If they didn't want to be left behind, they had to spend more time on their studies after class.
Of course, giving up directly like Ron and choosing fewer classes was also a solution.
Ron probably thought so too. Therefore, he didn't sympathize with Hermione at all. Instead, he was gloating.
He had a leisurely morning and even played with the Wolf Fang Flying Saucer that he confiscated from the fourth-year students.
"There's also the Defense Against Dark Magic class in the afternoon, just wait for it," Hermione said casually, "I dare say that Snape will give us a lot of homework too."
No one agreed with her, but of course, no one would be stupid enough to refute her.
Elwyn saw that Harry was holding a long list in his hand. Every name was circled and marked.
"How's the discussion going?" he asked. "Is there any conclusion about the preliminaries?"
After receiving the captain's badge, Harry internally decided on a few people, basically planning to maintain the lineup from last semester. However, the students were very enthusiastic about Quidditch. The number of people who had signed up for the preliminaries had already exceeded the number from last semester. Many of them were here for Harry. The problem now was, what should they do?
"When we came back, we met Katie Bell. She suggested that we hold a tryout and let everyone participate. Strict selection." Harry said, "She said that there were some good teams in the past, but because the captain always let familiar faces play and let his friends join the team, the good team was ruined …"
Ron felt a little uneasy. He didn't have much confidence in the next selection.
During the previous selection, he had been muddle-headed and had no idea how he had made it. Perhaps it was because the brooms were better, or perhaps it was because of the school's internal situation at the time, but many students were not interested in joining the Quidditch team. In short, he did not have full confidence in participating in the qualifier again. His performance had not been very stable.
Sometimes, he would perform well, but most of the time, he would be terrible.
However, he could not refute her because Katie's suggestion was very reasonable.
During lunch, Harry gathered the team members from last semester for a meeting.
He told them that he was going to organize a tryout and that everyone had to participate. Everyone felt that his decision was right.
In the end, the tryout was set for this Saturday morning.
Currently, there were close to 40 people participating. Harry planned to use an entire day.
If the number of people continued to increase, it might go on for two days.
Many people's thoughts had already flown to Quidditch. However, the reality was that the first lesson in the afternoon for the sixth years was Snape's Defense Against Black Magic. This was also his first lesson after taking up the post of Defense Against Black Magic's professor.
The students were generally more apprehensive about this semester's Defense Against Black Magic. They did not know what he would be teaching. However, they were sure that it would not be as easy as before. During Lupin's teaching period, Snape had taken over Defense Against Black Magic's classes before. The students had more or less gotten a taste of his style.
Whether it was how the school identified werewolves, or how to talk about Defense Against Black Magic outside of the textbooks, or …
Snape always had his own ideas. He never followed the progress of the textbooks.
In fact, he had not assigned any teaching materials for this semester.
After lunch, the students who were going to have Defense Against Black Magic's lesson lined up in twos and threes outside the classroom on the third floor.
This dim corridor was filled with too many memories, and they were all unpleasant ones.
"Do you guys know? I feel that not choosing Defense Against Black Magic like Ron might be the right choice, "Harry said as he followed Elwyn and Hermione out of the classroom." I have a bad feeling about this. "
"Are you saying that he will give us a lot of homework?"
"No, I mean …"
Before Harry could finish his sentence, the classroom door opened and Snape walked out into the corridor.
He was the same as before. His greasy black hair was parted on both sides, framing his waxy yellow face. The line immediately fell silent.
"Come in," he said.
The students lined up and walked into the classroom. The interior had changed drastically.
Snape had branded this classroom with his own personality. The curtains were tightly drawn, and only the faint light from the candles could be seen. The lighting was even dimmer than usual. There were some pictures pasted on the walls that had not been there before. Many of the pictures were of people in pain, hideous wounds, and grotesquely distorted body parts.
Interesting. Was Snape really planning to teach them Black Magic?
Because of these eerie and terrifying pictures, the classroom was exceptionally quiet. The students quietly found their seats and sat down.
"I have something to say to all of you. I hope that all of you will be highly focused." Snape walked to the center of the podium. His black eyes swept across the raised faces. "I believe that all of you are very clear that up until now, you have probably had eight different teachers for this course. Needless to say, these teachers have their own teaching methods and focus. In this chaotic situation, I am very surprised that so many of you have managed to barely pass the O.W. Ls exam for this course. I will be even more surprised if all of you can keep up with the advanced class, because the content is much more advanced. "
Snape walked down from the podium and paced around the classroom. He spoke in a low voice.
In order to see him, the students stretched their necks one by one.
`Black Magic! 'said Snape. `There is no end to the variety, the variety, the variety, and the change. Fighting with them is like fighting with a multi-headed monster. As soon as one head is chopped off, a new head will immediately appear, fiercer and more cunning than the original. What you are facing is something unpredictable and indestructible. "
This was a novel explanation. Elwyn had never heard it before.
Listening to what Snape said, although he said that Black Magic was dangerous and that everyone needed to pay more attention to it.
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