Chapter 528: Snape's Defense Lesson

Genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Acupoint Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! "What was Hermione's last lesson?"
"Maca's rune lesson."
In the corridor, Harry and Ron walked side by side, walking along the second floor with the flow of people. They didn't take the ancient runes class, so they couldn't go with Hermione when they had classes.
"Oh ..." Ron heard it, with some emotion, "Although Maca's lessons are always fun, but the shortcomings are too much! Seriously, can't he lighten the students' burden?"
"We haven't taken the Mathematics class yet, so don't worry about others," Harry shook his head and said, "I think we have to worry about this next lesson--it wasn't expected. But my favorite course! "
"Yeah!" Ron sighed. "Umbridge first brought us a bad mood for most of the school year. I thought it was a good thing that she was gone. I never thought Snape would come again ..."
"Oh! I don't understand. How did Maca get along with Snape?" Harry said anxiously.
"Perhaps like Maca said, in fact Snape is not as bad as we thought?" Ron thought about it, and quickly took the idea away. "No, how is it possible?"
"Hey." Harry laughed dryly. "Has Maca ever said that?"
"I don't know, I can't remember," Ron shrugged. "I just think that if Maca would say that."
As the two murmured against each other, the crowd flocking to the Black Magic Defense Classroom had quickly moved outside the familiar lintel. Just then, with a squeak, the teacher's door was opened from the inside.
Immediately after, the big bat-like figure Shi Ran stepped out of the door and stood slightly in the corridor.
It was Snape, and his hair still looked greasy like never before, pulled down from the sides of his head, and covered his face. The dark hair made his waxy face even more gloomy, and everyone seemed to feel a chill as the cold eyes swept across the crowd.
"Come in."
Snape glanced at them, then Huo Ran turned back and returned to the classroom, turning too hard, making his black robe flutter away, as if turning into a real giant bat in that second.
Yes, that's right, the kind that blood!
"One of his ancestors must be a vampire!" Ron murmured beside Harry, in a very low voice.
"I don't think that's uncommon. Listening to Hermione, Hogwarts had a history of a vampire serving as a professor of defense in the Dark Arts," Harry blinked. "I want to say more than that. — Snape is afraid he can't wait! "
"What?" Ron asked questioningly.
"I mean Snape," Harry whispered, "I've heard that he has been thinking about being a professor of Dark Magic Defense for a long time, and seems to have planned to apply for this course from the beginning."
"If you want to chat, I can let you chat in my office tonight!" Snape knew somehow. He stepped out of the classroom door again and stared at them both fiercely.
"It's not time for class yet!" Harry said subconsciously, which made Ron give him a wink and motioned him not to be so impulsive.
But the words didn't end, and a magic ringtone suddenly rang through the entire Hogwarts Castle, turning the anger on Snape's face into mockery and sneer again.
"Now here," he smirked. "Still outside the classroom? Good job ... 5 points off!"
"It's you!" Harry retorted, yelling at his neck.
"5 points per person."
Snape added a smirk, and then walked into the classroom again. Ron knew he couldn't stay here, so he just dragged Harry in-and let him go against Snape, I'm afraid he's going to spend the night in that guy's office tonight!
As soon as he entered the classroom, Harry and Ron found out that Snape had marked his distinctive marks here.
Originally well-lit windows were covered with thick curtains, and no trace of natural light could penetrate. In the classroom, only the small candles ignited by magic glowed a faint light, making this place as gloomy and dim as the previous potion class classroom.
Unlike the potions class classrooms in the past, there are also several portraits hanging here, but those portraits obviously have a strong "Snape style".
Most of the paintings are people, but they are all experiencing terrible torture, showing their pain with twisted limbs and shy expressions. Some of those in the paintings roared silently, some huddled their bodies, some half were festering, and some were even indistinguishable.
It can be said that these pictures are "restricted", and I don't know how Snape dare to hang them up-does Professor McGonagall know this?
"Oops!"
Ron and Harry joined the students standing in the middle of the classroom with a bit of suspicion, but the next moment, Ron seemed to suddenly think of something, and frowned and whispered.
"What's wrong?" Harry looked at Snape first, and found that he hadn't looked over here before turning to Ron next to him to ask.
"Hermione!" Ron lowered his voice, emphasizing, "Hermione hasn't come yet--how could she be late?"
"That's bad!" Harry suddenly felt awful when he heard it.
But at this moment, the door rushed in alone. Harry and Ron hurriedly looked up. They had known the face of the person before they came, and that was Hermione. If I had to explain it, it was her dishevelled brown hair. Except Hermione, the entire Hogwarts had no second girl who didn't care about her appearance like her.
"Hum, late?" Snape turned his head, and there was a snoring sound in his mouth. "Good job, Miss Master. You think ..."
He used to want to be sarcastic, and by the way he could punish him a little bit, so that his mood would become better. But after glancing at Hermione's textbook on his chest, he murmured impatiently.
"Professor McLean is a bit late today ..." Hermione explained at the door.
As she said, she frowned and stared at the portrait on the wall of the classroom, and suddenly got annoyed in her heart.
For Hermione, those portraits are too much, and they should not be hung on any wall in this world, let alone in Hogwarts's classroom.
"Go there and stand, it's time for class!" Snape waved his hands indignantly, and the sleeves of the wizard's robes made a sound in the air.
Here, although Hermione wanted to say a few words about the portrait on the wall, when she thought of the conversation with Maca just after the class, she had to press the restlessness of her heart.
In the last lesson, Maca didn't drag the room—he never did that in class. Hermione was a little late because she took the initiative to ask Maca for a few words.
What she asked was of course about Snape, and incidentally those things that Maca had asked her to do during the retrospective time. Snape broke into her house that night and kept her for half a night. The cause of that incident is still a mystery.
Clever as Hermione naturally thought of Voldemort and Greenward, but because the process of the matter was too complicated, even though she was involved in one of them, she still had no clue.
It was only during her stay in San Mungo that Maca did not give a clear enough explanation, and she found another opportunity to ask for it.
However, Maca didn't tell the cause and effect just now. What Hermione learned from him this time was only part of the story about Snape. That included Snape's past with Harry's mother, as well as Snape's sister Tia.
So now, when Hermione saw Snape herself ~ EbookFREE.me ~, a quite complicated emotion suddenly appeared in her heart.
"Hermione, Marka is out of class?"
When Ron and Harry were relieved at the same time when Hermione came to them innocently, Harry asked casually.
"Hmm ..." Hermione's mind was pulled back to reality by his words. She hesitated, but nodded, "Yeah ... yes!"
Maybe in the subconscious, she didn't think she should tell Harry the conversation she had with Maca. After all, even if she wanted to talk, she didn't know where to start talking--from the mother's scandal? Do not be silly!
While answering, she stuffed the rune textbook in her arms into a bulging schoolbag, flipped inside it again, and took out another thick magic book.
"... Take that book away," no one knows how Snape's eyesight was trained, "in my Dark Defense class, I don't need that kind of semi-suspended book."
Hermione brought out that Dark Force: A Guide to Self-Defense. This book has been the most commonly used textbook in the Dark Defense course since the first grade. No professor except Umbridge has never used it. It contains a lot of practical defensive spells, and it also introduces a lot of dark creatures, which is really a rich and reliable book.
But Snape said, it was a "half book."
"Before starting the class, I think it is necessary to say a few words to you," said Snape, standing in front of the classroom, in a stiff tone. "So in the next step, I hope you can pay high attention and don't miss me. Every word of it-because I will only say it once! "
Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, the cold black eyes swept one by one across everyone's face, which brought inexplicable pressure to everyone.