"So, have people really seen Zombies?"
Parvati Patil asked in her shrill voice, "Is he really using the Yin Corpses?"
"The Black Lord has used Zombies before," said Snape.
Snape said, "This means that we should assume that he will use them again.
Alright... "
He walked to the other side of the classroom and walked towards the podium, his long black robe swaying behind him. Once again, the eyes of the class followed him.
"... I think, you are all unfamiliar with the use of Silent Spells.
What are the benefits of Silent Spells? "
Hermione immediately raised her hand.
Snape calmly scanned the class. Seeing that there was no other choice, he said stiffly, "Miss Granger?"
"Your opponent does not know what spell you are going to cast," said Hermione. "This gives you a momentary advantage."
"This answer is copied verbatim from Standard Spells, Level Six," said Snape scornfully.
Snape said scornfully, "But you're basically right.
Yes, casting a spell without chanting it aloud could achieve a surprising effect.
Of course, not all adepts were capable of such a feat.
It requires great concentration and willpower, and some people... "
His eyes rested on Harry's face again. "Do not."
Harry knew that Snape was thinking of the terrible Occlusion class last term.
But he refused to lower his eyes. He only glared at Snape. Finally, Snape looked away.
"Now, you can split into pairs," said Snape.
"One person will try to cast a Maleficent Spell on the other, but do not say it aloud.
The other will try to repel the Maleficent Spell, but do not say it aloud either.
Begin. "
Snape did not know that Harry had taught half the class how to cast the Iron Shield Spell last term.
None of them, however, had ever said it in silence.
As one could imagine, what followed was a lot of cheating.
Many of the students were chanting softly, but not loudly.
As expected, ten minutes into the class, Hermione successfully repelled Neville's soft leg spell without uttering a single word.
Harry thought resentfully that any reasonable teacher would have given Gryffindor 20 points for such a great result, but Snape pretended not to see it.
As the students practiced, he patrolled among them, dragging his robe behind him like a giant bat, and deliberately stopped to watch Harry and Ron practice with difficulty.
Ron wanted to cast a curse on Harry. His face was red, and his mouth was tightly shut. He was afraid that he couldn't resist the temptation and softly chanted the spell.
Harry held his wand alarmed, waiting to repel a spell that seemed never to come.
"You're so lousy, Weasley." Snape watched for a while and said, "Come … let me show you …"
Suddenly he turned the wand on Harry, and Harry reacted instinctively, forgetting all about the Silent Curse, and shouted, "Armour!"
However, the power of the Iron Curse he released was too great. Snape lost his balance and crashed into a table.
The whole class turned around and saw Snape struggling to regain his footing, his face full of anger.
"Do you remember that I told you that we were practicing the Silent Curse, Potter?"
"Yes."
"Yes, Sir."
"You don't have to call me 'Sir', Professor."
Before he could react, the sentence had been blurted out.
The surrounding students were so shocked that they sucked in a breath of cold air, including Hermione.
However, behind Snape, Ron, Dean and Seamus all smiled appreciatively.
"Confinement, Saturday night, in my office," Snape said.
"I won't allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter … even if you're the Star of Salvation."
"That's beautiful, Potter!"
After a while, when they came out for a break, Ron giggled happily.
"You really shouldn't have said that."
Hermione frowned at Ron and said, "What happened to you?"
"He wanted to cast a curse on me, you probably didn't notice!"
Harry said angrily, "I've had enough of this in Brain Sealing class!
Why didn't he find someone else to be his guinea pig?
What was Dumbledore thinking? Why did he ask him to teach defensive skills?
Did you hear the way he talks about black magic?
He likes it!
All those unpredictable, indestructible things — "
"Yes," Hermione said, "I think his way of speaking is a bit like yours."
"Like me?"
"Yes, that's what you said when you told us how it felt to face Voldemort.
You said that it wasn't enough to just memorize a bunch of spells, it required your whole person, your mind and your courage — wasn't that what Snape said?
Didn't he say that it involved bravery and quick thinking? "
Harry didn't expect Hermione to think that his words were worth remembering like Standard Incantations. His anger dissipated and he didn't say anything else.
"Hey, Harry!"
Harry turned his head and saw Jack Slauper — a batter on the Gryffindor Quidditch team last semester — hurrying towards him, holding a roll of parchment in his hand.
"It's for you."
Slauper panted. "I hear you're captain. When's the selection?"
"It hasn't been decided yet," Harry said.
Privately, he didn't think Slauper would be back on the team until the stars were shining.
"I'll let you know when it's time."
"Oh, all right. I was hoping it would be this weekend — "
But Harry was no longer listening. He recognized the slender, squiggly handwriting on the parchment. Before Slauper could finish, he hurried away with Ron and Hermione, unfolding the parchment as he went.
Dear Harry,
I'm going to start giving you private lessons this Saturday.
Please come to my office at eight in the evening.
I hope you enjoy your first day of school.
Yours faithfully,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S.: I like sour flavored soda.
"He likes sour soda?"
Said Ron, reading the message over Harry's shoulder with a puzzled look on his face.
"That's the password through the stone monster outside his office."
Harry lowered his voice and said, "Snape won't be happy … I can't go to his place of confinement!"
As the two of them were talking happily, Hermione suddenly felt her notebook vibrate slightly. She quickly looked down. Fortunately, neither Harry nor Ron noticed her movements.
There was a line of words on the notebook. It must have been an address, and the time was the same as Dumbledore had given it.
She was going to class too.
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