Combat Class

Harry and Ron sullenly ate their lunch in the Great Hall, while Hermione watched them contentedly.

"This is the punishment you deserve, but it's just howler. At first, I thought Professor McGonagall would expel you, and Mrs. Weasley would come to Hogwarts and take you home sadly."

Ron tastelessly drank the pumpkin juice from his goblet.

"Professor McGonagall's punishment for us hasn't even come down yet, but Mom's howler has already made Harry and I humiliated in the morning."

Although Harry also felt embarrassed, he was most guilty of Mrs. Weasley's letter saying that their behaviour in the flying car was likely to make Mr. Weasley lose his job at the Ministry of Magic.

During the summer vacation, the Weasley family treated him like their own son, but he was so ignorant.

"What class do we have this afternoon?" He put down the knife and fork he had cut into pieces of sausage but didn't eat a bite, and took out the second-grade schedule from the pocket of his robe.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Hermione looked at the timetable and put down the cutlery in her hands.

"Yes, and Professor Forrest hates people who are not on time, so we'd better hurry up and don't leave him a bad impression on the first class."

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"I don't think the impression we left on him last night was good enough," Harry said dully.

"My wand is broken, and I don't think it's good for me to rely on a bad wand in class!" Ron said angrily, looking at the wand in his hand that was barely held together with tape.

Hermione stood up.

"Then we have to go now, there are ten minutes to go to class."

The three of them hurried to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, and it didn't take long for the second-year Gryffindor and Hufflepuffs to be there.

Sherlock entered the classroom before the class bell rang.

After lunch, he went to the professor's common room to rest for a while, but he met Professor Flitwick inside. He was forced to talk about the improved application of the Feilai Mantra at noon, and now he was a little tired.

But looking at the students who were already seated under the podium, he cheered himself up and started taking the roll call first.

Second-year students are no longer late, so the defence class in the afternoon started very smoothly.

"I learned from Professor McGonagall that the results of your Defense Against the Dark Arts class last year was mediocre."

Sherlock didn't stand on the podium all the time but walked back and forth between the desks of the students so that his attention could always be focused.

"Because I haven't met Professor Quirrell who taught your defence class last semester, I'm not qualified to rate his success, but I can confirm that you didn't accomplish the learning goals you were supposed to accomplish in your first year. ."

"Judging from your final exam results in defence last semester, you can only use four of the seven spells required to be mastered in the textbook "Black Magic: Self-Defense Guide", a commonly used first-year textbook."

"These four charms that you needed to learn the wand-lighting spell (Lumos), wand-extinguishing spell (Nox), and red sparks and green sparks are all in common. If you master any one of the two pairs, you can naturally learn the other."

"So, after a whole year of defensive magic study, you only mastered the three spells of lighting spell, spark spell and light extinguishing spell.

The most practical smoke screen spell and repelling spell when encountering danger wasn't taught .

Learn, this proves that your course last semester was very shallow."

"Not to mention the theoretical knowledge of black magic creatures. I can only use one word to describe it. It's appalling."

Hearing Sherlock say this, every student in the classroom bowed their heads in shame. They all knew that their defence class was not good enough. Even if there was a part of Quirrell's reason, it was mostly due to their own lack of knowledge. This class takes care of it.

"I know it's not all to blame on you, but this is to let you know that it is precisely because you made a lot of progress last semester, so this year you should be more attentive in defence class."

Sherlock returned to the podium, looking at the students below with a flat but oppressive gaze.

"There will be time to make up for the spells that you have fallen behind in, and in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester, you mainly need to learn how to use what you have learned to deal with various emergencies."

"You, who have been studying magic at Hogwarts for a year, are now students who have just begun to see the door of magic. You have learned a lot of spells, transfiguration and other magical knowledge."

"But although the knowledge has been memorized in your brain, can you correctly use the most appropriate magic spell under the right circumstances?"

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts class will not teach you a certain type of magic spell, but will combine what you have learned and use it in actual combat, so the core of defence class lies in actual combat!"

His voice was cold, and all the students in the classroom couldn't help but concentrate in their minds.

When Harry, who had been listening to Sherlock's lectures honestly below, heard this, the expression on his face couldn't help but become excited.

"Is Professor Forrest going to let us duel?" he whispered to Ron.

Ron also looked around excitedly, as if looking for his next opponent.

"It's a pity that Malfoy didn't take this class with us, otherwise we could take this opportunity to teach him a lesson!"

Hermione was a little worried.

"Will it be too early, we are only in the second grade after all."

Most of the students in the classroom acted as eagerly as Harry and Ron did, and their Defence Against the Dark Arts class last year was boring.

He had been listening to Quirrell reading textbooks over and over for the whole year, but he didn't feel that the real purpose of the defence class was really actual combat.

All the tables in the first five rows were cleared to the back, and only one was left at Sherlock's request.

However, then he did not arrange for them to duel each other in groups of two, as Harry and the others had guessed.

Instead, he used his wand to lightly point at the only desk left.

An amazing change happened on the desk, its entire shape was reshaped and deformed, and at the same time, Sherlock's indifferent yet oppressive voice sounded in the classroom.

"I can't let you duel each other as I don't think it can give you enough pressure, so I arranged for you a more powerful opponent."

His voice fell, the deformation of the desk was completely completed, and a "brave" roar also roared from the mouth of the deformed creature.

"Meow~!"