Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Very few people can release the shield after a spell lesson.

Miranda is probably the only person who can go to the front of the classroom to use a shield against the flames of the armor. She persisted for a long time calmly.

But Dumbledore did not give her the position of teaching assistant because he still had people in other grades to test.

Hoffa didn't know why he suddenly couldn't release the shield curse. Maybe it was his low magic power, maybe his talent for the curse was not as strong as he thought.

Speaking of the magic school, there are really some unspeakable talent factors in it.

However, he was not too worried about being unable to release the Shield Charm for the time being, after all, this was the first release, and he might need more practice.

Finished the first day of the curse lesson for the new dean.

The early morning of September 3rd.

The Daily Prophet was delivered again.

This time, all the pages of the newspaper were left with a row of large characters.

Britain and France declared war on Germany.

That morning, the entire auditorium was fried, and no one wanted to eat.

If yesterday’s blitz to Poland was only a sign.

The news today is a real storm.

When Miranda saw this line of news, her expression suddenly changed, and the whole person's mental field had changed. Hoffa couldn't care about eating, and stared at her firmly.

But she still wore glasses after all, and her emotions did not lose control.

It's just that the fingers tremble a bit badly.

Aglaia was also pale when she saw this line of news. She murmured: "It's really a war, this... how many people are going to die?"

Hoffa did not answer, but he knew that all this was just the beginning.

After the breakfast time, all the students discussed the war fiercely.

Some are filled with righteous indignation, some are worried, some are full of horror, some have no masters, and some are even proud.

The triumphant guy was the ancestor Malfoy that Hoffa had seen earlier in Diagon Alley. He sat at the Slytherin table and said arrogantly: "Muggles are fighting. Saying this is a good thing, and when we die, it happens to be our wizard's opportunity to regain control of the world..."

He didn't lower his voice in the slightest, Aglaia grumbled as he ate.

"Trash." She shook her head and said contemptuously.

......

After eating, the three of Hoffa were going to the first class of the day, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a big class, and the four schools are taught together.

The classroom for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is located in the largest amphitheater on the third floor. Unlike the one fifty years later, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in this era has not changed teachers for many years, and the style of the classroom is very stable.

There are many glass cabinets in the walls, and these cabinets are full of specimens of various dangerous creatures.

Cannibal black elf.

The hollowed vampire.

The shriveled werewolf corpse.

A monster with such a high ceiling.

There were even dementors who were dismembered.

Last year, Professor Melles had never taught them antagonism in a straightforward manner, and the course was mainly focused on cultivating interest in storytelling.

But this year, Hoffa previewed the textbook. The content they have to learn this year is more than ten times that of last year's textbook. Half of the black magical creatures in this classroom will all learn this year.

But when he first walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he saw a pale blond-haired Malfoy holding a newspaper on Slytherin's desk, sitting on the desk like a gangster, and talking loudly:

"It doesn't matter how many stupid people die. These lower creatures are too capable, just like mice."

Tom Riddle was standing among a group of Slytherins with his arms in his arms, his expression both approving and disdainful.

Some Hufflepuffs next to him covered their ears, and some Gryffindor students glared at him.

But he didn't care, pointing to the news of the declaration of war in the newspaper, and said: "Biology is like this, the lower the creature, the more it depends on reproduction to make up for its own shortcomings."

Before Hoffa could react, Aglaia beside her suddenly became angry. She took out her magic wand and pointed at the group of Slytherins who were gathering and cursed, "A bunch of trash!"

As she scolded, a light blue smashing curse was shot.

The pale blond-haired boy who was still talking about it just now leaped quickly and leaped away from the table.

Others reacted less quickly, and the smashing curse with anger smashed the table to pieces. The pages of the book flew around, and ink splashed on several people.

In a sudden, all the Slytherin people gathered around. They jumped off the table and raised their wands.

"what are you doing?"

"Want to die?"

At this time, the violent magical wave caused all the pages of the pen and paper on the table to burst and flutter.

The conflict came a little suddenly, and Hoffa had never expected Aglaia to be so violent.

Seeing the person who attacked him clearly, the pale blond-haired boy jumped up after landing and yelled: "It's you, what a French mixed breed is spreading in Hogwarts."

"Do you have to show off your wise remarks in front of others, silverfish!" Aglaia cursed with extreme disdain: "What else would you do besides farting?"

"You say one more thing!?"

"I said you only fart!"

The stabbing boy pulled out his wand at once, and pointed at Aglaia without hesitation: "All petrified!"

Aglaia also raised his magic wand, and all the paper and pen floating in the sky floated, one by one rolled into spikes, and shot at Malfoy like a sharp arrow.

Tom Riddle at the Slytherin table raised his arms and stepped forward, with a playful expression on his face.

An inexplicable mental force field appeared in the air, and those flying paper arrows exploded in mid-air.

Boom! !

Malfoy's petrification spell also shot on a transparent shield, bounced back, and blew up a table.

All around became quiet.

The transparent shield disappeared, Miranda put down her wand and moved to Aglaia without expression. Hoffa also took a step forward, looking alert.

The stabbing boy strode forward and scanned for a week: "Who dares to go?"

Hoffa and Miranda stood in front of Aglaia, Miranda turned her head: "That's Abraxas Malfoy, the youngest son of the current patriarch of the Malfoy family."

Abraxas?

Hoffa frowned slightly. He had seen this Malfoy when he was across Corner Alley. He hadn't thought of messing with this guy at the time. He didn't expect that he would still conflict with him after school.

What is this, the law of the universe?

But apart from anything else, he does have a natural aura that is not flat, a typical descent-supremacist wizard.

Malfoy paced slowly, his eyes flicking back and forth among the three.

"Huh, a half-blood Draceth, an orphan of Goshak without his grandfather's hood, and another...what are you, a pauper who was raised by a rich woman?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

The whole Slytherin table burst into laughter.

Miranda and Aglaia immediately raised their wands, but Hoffa grabbed their wrists and suppressed the angry two abruptly.

Malfoy sneered: "How much did De La Cess give you? I, Malfoy, will give you three times!"

Hoffa's face was expressionless, but the mental force field penetrated the entire classroom, and the dust on the ground shook slightly.

On the other side, Tom Riddle tilted his head slightly and took an imperceptible step forward.

Hoffa's mental field was immediately pressed back several meters, and the secret casting of Broken Grip was interrupted.

Hoffa's attention instantly withdrew from the rampant Malfoy and turned to the "old man" in the orphanage. The scene where Aglaia's Transfiguration was directly interrupted in the air had already made him aware of the clues.

But now it seems that Tom Riddle really interrupted her polymorphism.

This guy, did he grow up like this in a summer vacation? He deserves to be the Dark Lord in the future.

The atmosphere in the classroom is tense, and some small pieces of paper are floating in the sky.

The Hufflepuff and Gryffindor who were sitting in their seats picked up the books in silence, far away from them.

But at this moment.

boom! !

The door closed heavily from the door.

An old man in a red robe strode into the door. He was slightly hunched, bald, without a single hair, but with a large thick gray beard. He also held a marching cup for the Auror to drink.

It was the dean of Gryffindor, the elderly Professor Melles, an old Auror.

"what happened?"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the mess on the ground and asked sharply.

Malfoy snorted coldly, and turned around with a flick of his green robe.

Hoffa immediately grabbed Aglaia and tried to get her to sit back. Although the old man had a good temper, he was an old Auror after all, and the current Gryffindor Dean. No one dared to really mess with him.

Several Gryffindors got up and said a few words to him, and Professor Melos immediately looked at Agleia and Malfoy.

"Are you two making trouble?"

Malfoy raised his head proudly, without saying a word, and took a few Slytherins back to his seat.

Tom Riddle stood up politely: "Teacher, it's okay, just have fun. The students exchanged a little bit of defense skills."

"Sit back."

Melos said sternly: "We must practice defensive skills and go outside to practice."

Tom Riddle sat back, but secretly, Malfoy secretly gave Aglaia a middle finger.

Aglaia couldn't help it. She watched Malfoy spit on the ground and said in a loud voice: "Trash is trash."

These words made the group of Slytherins suddenly stand up again.

Professor Melos knocked on the table, and the marching kettle where the Auror drank water flew into the sky.

He sternly said: "Insult your classmates at will, Drasses, Ravenclaw deducts 20 points!"

The person who was about to stand up in Slytherin sat back slowly.

The veins on Aglaia's head were violent, and Hoffa held her arm in one hand and patted her shoulder with one hand, and said helplessly:

"You forgot again, don't be here if you want revenge, it's not reasonable."

After that, he and Miranda took Aglea by one arm and forced her to sit down in position.

After sitting down, Aglaia said to Hoffa: "Believe it or not I will kill him one day."

"Believe it," Hoffa said quietly, "Go to class first, don't be in a hurry."

But Aglaia obviously didn't listen to Hoffa's advice. She spent every lesson dreaming about how to humiliate Malfoy in the most vicious way.

Listening to her tone, it seems that it has not been a day or two for her to avenge that ancestral Malfoy. It seems that there may still be feuds.

Throughout the class, the three of them didn't listen very attentively. When Melos talked about the topic of fighting the dark elves, the Slytherin table laughed unkindly. Malfoy also made a cut throat gesture to Aglaia, because Veeva is also a kind of elves.

Hoffa felt that Aglaia was so angry that he had a cerebral hemorrhage, and Miranda kept pulling her wrist, her face very bad.

......

......

Finally, Professor Melrose finished the theory class.

He took a slow sip of water and said:

"President Dippet's words this year, I must have heard you too. Every teacher has to select an assistant.

I am no exception, but I have always believed that the most dangerous dark magic creature is the wizard himself.

Only the person who is the most proficient and knowledgeable about black magic can become the best defense master.

So this year, the goal I want to assess is the Defense Against the Dark Arts Contest. Only dark magic or defense skills can be used. I hope to see your development and understanding of the course..."

I haven't waited for him to finish.

Aglaia suddenly raised his hand high.

Professor Melos was unhappy: "Why, Miss De La Cess."

"Is it a duel?" she asked directly.

"It can be understood that way."

"I want to sign up."

She looked at the Slytherin table decisively, and without waiting for Melos to speak, she said very quickly:

"According to the rules of wizard duels, I have the right to challenge a wizard. Of course, Abrams Malfoy, you also have the right to refuse my challenge!"

Malfoy looked up, smiled at the people around him, and shook his head. Then he looked solemn and jumped out on the table with one arm.

"Come on, do you think I'm afraid of you?"