After the magic class, there were only a few people who could cast a shield.
Miranda was probably the only one who could go to the front of the classroom and use a shield to resist the flames of the armor. She held on calmly for a long time.
But Dumbledore did not give her the position of teaching assistant because he still had other students to test.
Hoffa was not sure why he suddenly could not cast a shield spell. Maybe his magic power was low, or maybe his talent in magic was not as strong as he thought.
Speaking of which, magic schools really had some indescribable innate factors in them.
However, he was not too worried about not being able to cast a shield spell. After all, this was the first time he cast it. Maybe he needed more practice.
After the new dean's first magic class.
Early morning of September 3rd.
The Prophet's daily newspaper was delivered again.
This time, all the pages of the newspaper were only left with a row of big words.
England and France declared war on Germany.
That morning, the entire auditorium was in an uproar. No one was in the mood to eat.
If yesterday's flash attack in Poland was just an omen.
Then today's news would be a real storm.
Miranda's face suddenly changed when she saw this row of news. Her entire spiritual field changed. Hoffa did not have time to eat and stared at her.
But she was still wearing her glasses and did not lose control of her emotions.
It was just that her fingers were trembling a little.
Aglaia's face was also pale when she saw this row of news. She murmured, "It's really a war. How many people will die?"
Hoffa did not answer, but he knew that this was just the beginning.
After breakfast, all the students discussed the war intensely.
Some were indignant, some were worried, some were frightened, some were confused, and some were even smug.
The smug guy was Malfoy, the ancestor that Hoffa saw in Diagon Alley earlier. He sat at Slytherin's table and said arrogantly, "The muggles are fighting. If you ask me, this is a good thing. If they all die, it's a chance for us wizards to regain control of the world."
He did not lower his voice at all. Aglaia ate with a gloomy face.
"Trash." She shook her head and said contemptuously.
After the meal, Hoffa and the other two prepared to attend the first lesson of the day — Defense Against Black Magic.
Today's Defense Against Black Magic class was a major class that was held in all four academies.
The Defense Against Black Magic class was located in the largest lecture hall on the third floor. Unlike 50 years later, the Defense Against Black Magic class in this era had not changed teachers for many years. The style of the classroom was very stable.
There were many glass cabinets in the walls. These cabinets were filled with specimens of all kinds of dangerous creatures.
Dark Elves that ate human flesh.
A hollowed out vampire.
The withered corpse of a werewolf.
A monster as tall as the ceiling.
There were even dismembered Soul Dementors.
Last year, Professor Miles had never taught them proper combat skills. Instead, he focused on telling stories to cultivate their interests.
But this year, Hoffa had previewed the textbook. The content that they had to learn this year was more than ten times that of last year's textbook. They had to learn half of the black magic creatures in this lecture hall this year.
But when he walked into the Defense Against Black Magic class, he saw a pale blonde Malfoy sitting on the Slytherin table with a newspaper in his hand. He sat on the table like a big boss and spoke loudly again.
"It doesn't matter how many idiots die. These low-level creatures are too good at reproducing, just like rats."
Tom Riddle stood with his arms crossed in the middle of a group of Slytherin. His expression was one of agreement and disdain.
Some of the Hufflepuffs covered their ears. Some of the Gryffindor students glared at him.
But he did not care. He pointed at the declaration of war in the newspaper and said, "All creatures are like this. The lower the level of a creature, the more they rely on reproduction to make up for their shortcomings."
Before Hoffa could react, Aglaia beside him suddenly became angry. She took out her wand and pointed at the group of Slytherin gathering. "A bunch of trash!" she scolded.
As she scolded, a pale blue Shattering Spell shot out like lightning.
The golden-haired youth who had been talking loudly just a moment ago quickly leaped off the table and dodged the attack.
The others did not react as quickly. The Shattering Spell that contained anger smashed the table into pieces. The pages of the book flew all over the place, and the ink splashed onto several people.
With a loud bang, the Slytherin people surrounded them. They jumped down from the table and raised their wands.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you want to die?"
This time, the intense magic wave caused the papers and papers on the table to explode.
The conflict was a little sudden. Hoffa did not expect Aglaia to have such a bad temper.
After seeing the attacker, the pale blonde youth jumped up and scolded, "It's you, a French mixed-blood. What are you doing in the Hogwarts?"
"Do you have to show off your wise words in front of others, you worm?" Aglaia scolded with extreme disdain. "What else can you do besides farting?"
"Say that again!"
"I said you only know how to fart!"
The youth pulled out his wand and pointed at Aglaia without hesitation. "Petrify them all!"
Aglaia also raised her wand. The papers floating in the air all floated up. They curled into spikes and shot at Malfoy like arrows.
Tom Riddle at Slytherin's table crossed his arms and stepped forward with a playful expression.
A strange spiritual force field appeared in the air. The flying paper arrows exploded in the air. Zizi.
* Boom!! *
Malfoy's Petrify Spell also hit a transparent shield. It bounced off and blew up a table.
The surroundings quieted down.
The transparent shield disappeared. Miranda put down her wand and moved to Aglaia's side expressionlessly. Hoffa also took a step forward, looking vigilant.
The youth strode forward and looked around. "Who dares?"
Hoffa and Miranda stood in front of Aglaia. Miranda tilted her head. "That's Abraxas Malfoy, the youngest son of the current head of the Malfoy family."
Abraxas?
Hoffa frowned. He had seen this Malfoy in Diagon Alley. He did not want to provoke this guy back then, but he did not expect to have a conflict with him after he went to school.
What was this, the law of the universe?
But let's not talk about anything else. Malfoy was born with an aura that deserved to be beaten up. He was a typical wizard who valued bloodline above all else.
Malfoy slowly paced back and forth, his eyes darting back and forth between the three people.
"Hmph, a mixed-blood Draxas, a Ghoshak orphan who lost his grandfather's protection, and you, who are you? A poor sissy who's kept by a rich woman?"
"Hahahahaha!"
Everyone at Slytherin's table burst into laughter.
Miranda and Aglaia immediately raised their wands, but Hoffa grabbed their wrists and forcibly suppressed their anger.
Malfoy sneered. "How much money did Draxas give you? I, Malfoy, will give you three times that!"
Hoffa was expressionless. His spiritual force field permeated the entire classroom, causing the dust on the ground to sway slightly.
On the other side, Tom Riddle tilted his head slightly and took a step forward.
Hoffa's spiritual force field was suddenly pushed back a few meters, and the secret casting of Shattering Grasp was interrupted.
Hoffa's attention instantly shifted from the rampant Malfoy to the 'old friend' of the orphanage. The scene of Aglaia's transformation being interrupted in midair made him realize that something was wrong.
But now, it seemed that it was indeed Tom Riddle who interrupted her transformation.
This guy, in just a summer vacation, he had grown so much. As expected of the future Dark Devil King.
The atmosphere in the classroom was tense, and some pieces of paper were floating in the air.
Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, who were sitting in their seats, silently picked up their books and stayed far away from them.
But at this moment.
* Bang! *
The sound of a heavy door closing came from the door.
An old man wearing a red robe strode in. He was slightly hunched, and his head was bald without a single strand of hair, but he had a thick gray beard. In his hand was a military cup that the Auror used to drink from.
It was the head of Gryffindor, Professor Miles, an old Aura.
"What happened?"
As soon as he entered, he saw the mess on the floor and asked sternly.
Malfoy snorted coldly, flung his green robe, and turned around.
Hoffa immediately pulled Aglaia and tried to get her to sit back down. Although the old man's temper was not bad, he was an old Aura and the current head of Gryffindor. No one dared to provoke him.
A few Gryffindor stood up and said a few words to him. Professor Miles immediately looked at Aglaia and Malfoy.
"Are you two the ones causing trouble?"
Malfoy raised his head proudly and did not say a word. He brought the few Slytherin back to their seats.
Tom Riddle stood up politely, "Teacher, it's nothing. We were just playing around. We were just comparing our defensive skills."
"Sit back down."
Miles said sternly, "If you want to practice your defensive skills, go outside."
Tom Riddle sat back down. Malfoy secretly gave Aglaia the middle finger.
Aglaia could not hold back. She looked at Malfoy and spat on the floor. She said loudly, "Trash is trash."
This sentence made the group of Slytherin suddenly stand up again.
Professor Miles slammed the table, and the military cup that Aura drank from flew into the air.
He said sternly, "Casually insulting a fellow student, Dracath, Ravenclaw, 20 points deducted!"
The Slytherin who were about to stand up slowly sat back down.
The veins on Aglaia's forehead bulged. Hoffa grabbed her arm with one hand and patted her shoulder with the other.
"You forgot again. If you want revenge, don't do it here. It's unreasonable."
After that, he and Miranda each grabbed Aglaia's arm and forced her to sit down.
After sitting down, Aglaia said to Hoffa, "Believe it or not, I'll kill him one day."
"Of course, of course," Hoffa said. "Let's go to class first. There's no rush."
However, Aglaia obviously did not listen to Hoffa's advice. She spent the whole class imagining how to humiliate Malfoy in the most vicious way possible.
From her tone, it seemed that she and Malfoy had a feud for more than a day or two. It seemed like they might even have a feud.
The three of them did not pay much attention during the whole class. When Miles talked about how to fight against the Dark Elves, Slytherin's table laughed maliciously. Malfoy even made a throat-slitting gesture at Aglaia because the Seductress was also a type of Elf.
Hoffa felt that Aglaia was so angry that she was about to have a brain hemorrhage. Miranda kept grabbing her wrist with an unfriendly expression.
Finally, Professor Miles finished the theory class.
He slowly drank a mouthful of water and said,
"I'm sure all of you have heard what Principal Dippet said this year. Every teacher has to choose a teaching assistant.
I'm no exception. However, I've always believed that the most dangerous Dark Magic creature is a Wizard.
Only those who are most proficient in Dark Magic can become the best Defense Master.
So this year, my goal is a Defense Against Dark Magic competition. Only Dark Magic or Defense Spells are allowed. I hope to see your development and understanding of the curriculum. "
Before he could finish speaking.
Aglaia suddenly raised her hand.
Professor Miles was displeased. "What's the matter, Miss Dracath?"
"Is it a duel?" she asked directly.
"You can say that."
"I want to sign up."
She decisively looked at Slytherin's table. Without waiting for Miles to speak, she quickly said,
"According to the rules of the Wizard Duel, I have the right to challenge a Wizard. Of course, Abracath Malfoy, you also have the right to refuse my challenge! "
Malfoy looked up and smiled at the people around him. He shook his head. Then, his expression turned serious and he jumped out with one arm on the table.
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