Chapter 622 The Sixth Grade Black Magic Defense Class

In the classroom, Grindelwald was carefully wiping the wand in his hand.

The black velvet cloth brushed the smooth and flexible staff and the shattered gemstones. His movements were meticulous and completed the work under the different gazes of the four professors.

He dropped the velvet, put his wand in front of him, looked at it for a moment, and then blew away the dust on it.

At this time, Grindelwald turned his head and looked through the door frame at the messy queue in the corridor. Harry stood in front, and a chaotic, brown-haired girl squeezed into the classroom half of her body, her mouth opened in surprise.

"Please come in." He grinned and said.

The students flocked in.

Harry wanted to say hello to the new professor, but he finally chose to remain silent, his mind was completely filled with the professors sitting in the last row, and the statue-like professor was filled. Why is Snape here? Why is Professor McGonagall? And Professor Hepp and President Dumbledore, have they made an appointment?

Hermione walked in almost with her feet. She picked the first row and sat down, not daring to breathe.

Harry had already walked over, but suddenly he turned around and screamed with his shoes rubbing against the ground. He gritted his teeth next to Hermione. Then there were Ron, Neville, Semo... When every student who came in saw the four professors, his bold movements were restrained and he tiptoed like a kitten.

Slytherin's students exchanged glances with each other and hid the very obvious hostility on their faces. They originally planned to make the new professor look ugly and avenge their dean, but they are a little confused now. If only Snape were the only one, they would have taken it for granted that the dean came to find fault, but they did not think that Professor Snape would bring in three other colleagues to share the same hatred with him, not to mention that Professor McGonagall, who has always shown seriousness and justice, and the principal who personally appointed him...

After all the students sat down, the last three rows were still empty.

"laugh."

Someone chuckled, as if he thought the scene was very interesting. If it were to be in a different place - Harry thought angrily, he would also find it funny if he was standing on the podium or seeing students like quails in the back of the classroom, but he was one of them now, so he could not let himself empathize with Professor Hayp's teasing.

He could only focus on the new professor.

The indoor light was abundant. The bright morning sunlight passed through the huge open windows and was projected in, shining on Professor Bashar al-Bashat's face, illuminating every wrinkle on his face clearly. He was wearing a black wizard robe, his body was thinner than normal, but it was much better than when Harry first met him. His gray hair was tied behind his head, the fine wrinkles on his neck were hidden in the collar of the wizard robe, and appeared on the skin of the back of his hand. His hands were slender and agile, but no longer young, eroded by time - except for the slightly deep blue eyes, which shone in the sun, like the shining waves reflected from the black lake outside the window.

Grindelwald put away his wand, his hands behind his back, and looked around the classroom.

"Hogwarts," he said, "an ancient school of magic is no less than any other school in the world. I hope to see some vitality in your face."

The students showed a faint pride on their faces, and they couldn't help but sit upright, and they were honored.

"Ah, it seems you've realized that you're in a good group, and this will be a good start." Grindelwald whispered, his voice with a hint of hoarseness, but the students couldn't help but be attracted.

They found that the professor would slightly turn his toes every time he spoke, so that his body would completely face some students.

"I lived in school for a while, and what impressed me the most was a sentence." Grindelwald spoke a Latin sentence and asked expectantly: "Can anyone tell me what this sentence means?"

More than half of the people in the class glanced at a girl in the front row. There, Hermione's arm poked in mid-air like a javelin, and her hand was raised so fast that it almost hit Harry. Grindelwald caught the students' gaze and landed his eyes on her.

"It's 'Do not disturb', sir." Hermione said nervously, "and it's also Hogwarts' motto."

"Your name, ma'am?" Grindelwald took out the roster.

"Granger, Hermione Granger." Hermione whispered.

"Granger." Grindelwald repeated, glanced at Felix in the last row without a trace, and he was whispering something to Snape. "Please sit, Ms. Granger. Oh, I forgot one thing-Gryffindor plus five points." He threw the roster onto the table. "I would rather know you in this way. Take out your textbooks."

"Which book...sir?" a student asked slowly.

"How Muggles Think, and, you can call me Professor Basharat," Grindelwald asked Draco, "What is your name?"

“Draco Malfoy.”

"Another familiar name, a full member of the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance? Now turn the book to page 147 and read the chapter 'Social Organization'. You have ten minutes."

"But, Professor Basharat," said a tall student with a frown, "why should we learn these things in the Dark Magic Defense class?" His friend Justin pulled his sleeve, but he stubbornly said, "If I want to understand what Muggles think, why not choose Muggles' studies class?"

Other students stopped their movements - frankly, they were not interested in the books in their hands, and the reasons were similar to Ernie. No one wanted to read Muggle research books foolishly in the Dark Magic Defense class, and they wanted anyone to raise objections, and the students' eyes moved back and forth between Ernie and Professor Basharat.

"Your name."

"Erni McMillan." Ernie straightened her chest.

“Hufflepuff?”

"Yes, yes." Ernie's body was shorter. For some reason, he suddenly felt the professor's gaze was scary.

"Mr. McMillan of Hufflepuff, why don't you spend ten minutes reading the above? The answer is inside."

Next is the reluctant reading and the sound of flipping books.

Dumbledore lowered his voice and asked with interest: "Maybe I missed reading. Is there anything interesting about this chapter?" Snape and Professor McGonagall looked at Felix at the same time, and Felix said almost whisperedly: "Just introduce some Muggle clubs, clubs and social activities."

Ten minutes passed quickly.

"Can anyone tell me what you all learned?" Grindelwald looked around and asked, "McMilan?"

Ernie was so nervous that she was sweating a little.

“Well…I know a lot of Muggle clubs and group organizations, such as trade unions, interest clubs and associations, committees, religious believers associations, academic clubs, political clubs, parties, bands…”

"No, Mr. McMillan, no." Grindelwald said softly: "I am not asking you to retell what you see. Unless the judgment is wrong, I don't think there are blind people here." The students laughed softly, but Grindelwald didn't laugh, but was serious.

"Take your brain," his tone became rushing, "is your head used to think--Harry Potter?"

Harry stood up blankly.

"Tell me what you thought of."

"Uh, many people..." Harry whispered, very unconfidence. Some students chuckled softly.

“In other words.”

"I thought of some groups." Harry raised his voice.

"It's already very close." Grindelwald walked towards him.

"…crowd?" Harry said racking his brains.

"Crowd, yes, yes," Grindelwald said, patting Harry on the shoulder, "After tearing off the careful disguise, you will see what people are in groups. The answer is accurate, Potter, please sit." He returned to the podium.

Harry tried hard not to expose the confusion on his face. He sat back into the chair and couldn't help but think, what did he just answered?

But his attention was completely attracted by Professor Basharat's words.

“We, humans,” Grindelwald said, “we are weak and lazy, not good at dealing with complex logic and thoughts, but wanting to act less ignorant, so we divide everyone we meet into different groups and label them…”

"Good, bad; British, European; Hogwarts, Dermstrong; you and I are in the same group, and he stands on my side... He always finds excuses. We are so eager to seek identity in interpersonal relationships and form groups, fearing that we will be left behind and become isolated and helpless."

"As an ancient school of magic, perhaps even the oldest, you - the students of Hogwarts - have an obligation to fight this physical and mental defect and avoid mediocrity. Mediocre people are lazy to think independently, but they rely heavily on the group, and the final result is to hand over the rights they should have at will."

"And the group is the most irrational."

The classroom became silent. At this time, Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Professor Basharat." So Grindelwald immediately changed his words, "Mr. McMillan asked before, what did Muggle's thoughts have to do with the Black Magic Defense Class? I can answer now."

"The purpose of this course is to teach students how to resist danger. I see that you have learned how to resist dark creatures and how to defend against evil curses, but I find that you still have a huge lack of ability to protect yourself. There is a type of danger you have not taken into account. It is so close to you, and you have turned a blind eye to it, once-"

"Professor Basharat." Dumbledore raised his tone, and his tone contained some warning element.

Grindelwald kept silent. He pulled out his wand and stabbed the tip of the wand on the podium like a dagger with his backhand.

There was suddenly fog in the classroom.

The students' vision was blurred. In an instant, Harry and a dozen students stood up, holding their wands and looking around vigilantly. Grindelwald was a little surprised at their reaction, but he could not see it at all. He stared at Dumbledore, who was standing up and looking angry, and gestured gently.

Felix narrowed his eyes. Grindelwald said: You can stop me, but you can't stop-

It ends suddenly here.

The students in the classroom knew nothing about this. They just looked at Harry and the students at the Front Watch Station in surprise, not knowing why they reacted so strongly. But immediately, they heard the chaotic footsteps and the fierce slogans, as if coming from a distant place.

The colorful flags and joyful parade crowds walked towards them from behind Professor Bashar al-Basat and went straight through them - the students subconsciously leaned back, but they soon realized that this was just an illusion, and those people - should be Muggles and would not affect themselves at all.

They have seen similar scenes in Classroom 7.

"The London New Year Parade is a very famous festival celebration." Grindelwaldly said, "Every year it attracts hundreds of thousands of tourists from all counties and around the world, nothing to make a fuss... After all, there are about 60 million people in the UK alone, and the total population of the world is close to 6 billion."

The students below made a marvelous voice. They stared at the dense crowds, laughing and laughing all the way.

Harry had seen the parade, but he lived in Surrey, where the population was only a few hundred thousand, which was far less spectacular. The Dursleys had been to London during the New Year, but he had no share every time, and when this time he would be thrown to Mrs. Feige for care.

But Hermione has clearly seen this scene. She is whispering science to Harry and Ron. "The London Parade has been very popular since its birth in 1987 and is the most important festival celebration of the year. There are professional performers from all over the world, covering dance, music, juggling, cheerleading, antique car display... It is simply an unparalleled audio-visual feast."

"It's so lively." Ron said with admiration.

Soon the students watched it with relish, which was a very novel experience for them - just like they watched a Muggle movie in an ancient magical text class for the first time, and they were completely attracted. Many people's faces were infected by the joyful crowd, and their faces were filled with the same joy and smiles.

"I've never seen a balloon that big." A student raised his head and a huge colorful figure seemed to have passed through the ceiling.

"Hey! Those dancing girls are so pretty!"

Grindelwald knocked the table with his wand, and the cheerful scene instantly solidified. The fog was dissipating, and the parade crowd paused, then turned his head stiffly, staring at the students in the classroom expressionlessly. Being stared at hundreds of people, Harry felt a slap in his heart. He seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, and the pleasure in his mind disappeared without a trace.

Finally, the smoke disappeared, and the stiff crowd disappeared.

Harry collapsed in his seat, panting, his hands and feet seemed to be out of control. He just couldn't help but imagine what if those people rushed up suddenly, those cold eyes without any emotion were like corpses... He shivered.

He looked around—Hermione was trembling, Ron and Neville were pale, as if they had been seriously ill. A few seats were separated, Malfoy's lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were flashing strangely, and several students even retching silently.

"Now you should understand: as the number of Muggles continues to increase, and what they call 'technology' rise, the Secretariat Act is under increasing pressure, and what I want to teach you-"

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes—to face Professor McGonagall’s glare, Snape’s scrutiny eyes, and Felix, who had a serious expression, confronted Dumbledore across the classroom, his mouth widened and his white teeth.

“——It’s how to hide yourself better.”

There were no more accidents in the rest of the class, just as if what happened before was an interlude. Grindelwald introduced the concept of "silent curse" to the students according to the teaching progress.

"Simply put, the silent spell is just a means of concealing spell casting. It allows you to gain first-hand and information advantages in duels, and is also very effective when hiding yourself in Muggle society," he added.

Grindelwald personally made a demonstration. He pointed at himself with his exclusive wand. The wizard robe on his body immediately changed into a set of Muggle clothes, and his thin cheeks turned into another middle-aged man's face.

If it weren't for being too frightened before, the students would definitely applaud this complex and exquisite transformation technique.

Grindelwald took a look at the time, "The last ten minutes left, so please continue reading the textbook. I believe you will have different insights." While the students were reading with peace of mind, Dumbledore quietly stood up.

"Professor Basharat, we need to talk about your syllabus."
Chapter completed!