Chapter 53: Bogut in the closet (part 1)

　　 Hannah's words aroused Jon's interest.
After 　　 Lockhart is gone, who will be the temporary Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who will succeed him?
　　 After all, this semester still has close to four months to end, so you can't miss one class!
　　 You know, Hogwarts does not have assistant teachers in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course... After all, it is not easy to find a formal teacher, let alone an assistant teacher.
　　 Could it be that Dumbledore wanted to find Lupin in advance?
　　There is a possibility, but according to Voldemort's curse on this post, something will happen at this time next year!
　　 This brought Jon's attention away from the frustration of practicing the "Patron saint spell" before.
　　 He deliberately asked a few Hufflepuff sophomores. They had a lesson on Defense Against the Dark Arts in the morning.
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you, Jon!" Ernie McMillan said, "Our temporary Defense Against the Dark Arts professor didn't let us publicize his name everywhere... I can only tell you, it's great. !"
　　 Jon curled his lips and had to give up.
　　 At lunch, he heard that most of the students in the school were discussing who this temporary Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor was.
　　 "I think it might be Alastor Moody!"
　　 Passing by Gryffindor’s long table again, Jon heard Ron Weasley shouting:
"That Auror, Mad-Eye...My father once told me that Moody and Dumbledore are very close friends; and, by coincidence, he retired from the Auror office at the Ministry of Magic two months ago. !"
　　 "Anyone who is a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, as long as it's not Snape..." Harry Potter whispered over there, "You know... Snape has been prying this place for a long time!"
"I think the Ministry of Magic might send someone!" Hermione Granger said with an unhappy expression: "After all, they only designated our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher as a wanted person a few days ago. Maybe they will send one. A vice minister here?"
　　 silently walked past where they were, but Jon didn't guess much.
　　 After all, he would know who it was when he had a defense against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.
　　 During the lunch break, Jon didn't go back to Hufflepuff’s common room, but went to the responsive room again.
　　 It took more than an hour to practice the Patronus Mantra several times in vain.
　　 I have to say, he still hasn't found the memory of real happiness.
　　 When it was almost two o'clock, he hurriedly left the eighth floor and headed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the fourth floor.
　　 Fortunately, he walked fast enough, and the stairs did not cause any trouble; he rushed to the classroom in time before the formal class.
　　 Just walked to the door of the classroom, Jon suddenly heard cheers coming from inside.
　　 "What's the situation?" He got into the classroom with a dazed expression.
　　 Zacharys-Smith stood on the stool, whistling.
　　 In fact, there were almost no students in Hufflepuff and Slytherin colleges sitting steadily...They all stood up and cheered.
　　 On the podium, the gray-haired old man smiled and waved to the students and motioned them to sit down.
　　 Jon was taken aback.
　　The teacher of the Temporary Dark Demons Defense Class is actually Albus Dumbledore!
　　……
　　 It took a few minutes for Dumbledore to silence the class again.
　　 "I think... I don't need to introduce myself, right?" He blinked.
　　 There was a burst of laughter under the stage.
"Professor Lockhart left us for some special reasons; it is not easy to find a temporary teacher in the middle of the semester!" Dumbledore explained calmly, "So I think I might be able to afford this temporarily. responsibility."
"To be honest, the last time I taught was fifty years ago... The last time I taught the students the course Defence Against the Dark Arts was in 1927..." Dumbledore showed his face. A faint smile: "At that time, I had some small conflicts with people from the Ministry of Magic. They forbid me to be a teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I had to be forced to teach Polymorphism!"
　　 Looking at the whole class, almost all the students pricked their ears to listen to his voice, Dumbledore waved his hand:
　　 "It's all adult old things. Let alone... But I still remember the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class I took 66 years ago; and today's content is the same as that class!"
　　 "Then let's get started... Please put all the books back in your school bag; in the course of Defense Against the Dark Arts, we should do more practice, so you only need a magic wand."
　　 The whole class put the books back into their schoolbags, and many of them exchanged surprised glances; they had never taken a practical course on Defence Against the Dark Arts for more than half a year when they came to Hogwarts.
　　 "Then, come with me..."
　　 The students all stood up and followed Professor Dumbledore out of the classroom; he led them through the empty corridor, turned a corner, and finally came to a strange classroom.
　　 The classroom was empty except for one side, full of old benches.
　　 At Dumbledore's signal ~EbookFREE.me~ Hufflepuff and Slytherin students sat there in turn.
　　 Jon subconsciously sits in the back position; this is easy, after all, everyone is vying to squeeze forward.
　　 Professor Dumbledore has taken out his very special elder wooden wand.
　　 With a light wave, a closet almost two people tall appeared in front of a wall in the classroom.
　　 Professor Dumbledore walked to the closet and stood still, and the closet suddenly shook and banged against the wall.
　　 "Don't worry!" Dumbledore said quietly, seeing several students shrinking from fear, "There is only a Bogut inside!"
"Bogut likes dark, enclosed spaces. Under the bed, in the closet and even in the cupboard, they are often their hiding places... So, the first question I want to ask you is: What is Bogut? "
　　 A girl sitting in the front row raised her hand high.
　　 "Very well, Miss Selwyn!"
　　 "No one knows what Bogut really looks like, it will transform!" The Slytherin girl with the surname Selwyn, who looked a little arrogant, stood up: "Become any target of our fear."
　　 "I think even I can't explain it better!" Professor Dumbledore nodded: "Slytherin adds five points."
　　 Selwyn sat down with a smile on her face, and the students around her looked enviously at her.
"No one knows what Bogut looks like when alone, but when I release it, it will immediately become the thing that we all fear most." Dumbledore continued, "So now, everyone Take out your wands..."
　　 "Let’s try a spell:"
　　 "Ridikuius!"