Chapter 440: The Miserable Life of Students

The shock brought by Lily is far beyond what other people can match.

Except for Hermione and others who knew about Alvin's ability, others also recognized his mighty power.

It has always been known that Alvin is very strong, but it is impossible to speculate on the specifics.

If there is a measure, it is not weaker than Dumbledore. After all, in this Great Hall last semester, Alvin personally drove Dumbledore away.

This concept is very vague because the levels are too different.

Can you tell the difference between the world champion and the world runner-up?

At the same time, some people have no qualms about Alvin becoming the Headmaster.

Alvin looked at his watch, it had been more than an hour since he started talking, and there were still some things to finish, let these little wizards eat.

Lily also found herself taking up so much time that she couldn't stop talking to Harry.

It wasn't until he heard Ron's stomach 'gurgling' next to her that she realized it was not the time for their mother-son communication.

Seeing that she was about to come over, Alvin waved his hand. "No need, Ms. Evans, you can just do that. I'll go on about mine."

"Everyone saw it too, Ms. Evans, Harry's mother, once a hero of the wizarding world."

"From today onwards, she is everyone's Potion Professor and the Head of Gryffindor."

The applause in the Great Hall was louder than ever. Lily was a celebrity, and anyone who knew Harry definitely knew this great mother.

For such people, no matter which houses they are in, they will respect her from the bottom of their hearts.

It's just that some people are wondering, since Lily is a Potion Professor, what does Snape do?

"After introducing new faces, let me announce the school's educational reform and some personnel changes."

With a wave of Alvin's hand, all the candles in the Great Hall went out, and a light curtain appeared in front of him with the positions of various Professors on it.

"There is currently no suitable Transfiguration professor, so I'll give you a substitute for now."

"Professor Snape will teach a new class - Practical Spells."

Practical Spells class?

Hearing this word, many people's eyes light up, and it sounds like a course that allows them to cast spells to their heart's content.

Alvin continued. "This class will replace and improve the old Defence Against the Dark Arts class."

"You will learn not only the content of the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts class but also the application of spells."

Hearing this, a satisfied smile appeared on Snape's face.

This coincides with his goal. Although the name has been changed, the core is still Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But the following sentence made Snape's face turn black.

"This will be your most important class in school. I am ready to change if Professor Snape's teaching results are unsatisfactory."

Suddenly, his sense of crisis rose.

If he was replaced, wouldn't it prove that he had been begging for a Defence Against the Dark Arts position for so many years was a joke?

Snape's initially happy mood immediately subsided, and he turned to think about how to make the class more efficient.

"As for Ms. Rosier..." Alvin looked at Vinda. "She will be the Professor of the Introductory of Dark Arts."

The entire Great Hall fell silent again.

Did they hear it right?

What Alvin just said that she is teaching Dark Arts?

Alvin repeats with certainty, looking at the disbelieving students and the professors. "You heard right. From now on, Hogwarts will teach the Dark Arts."

This time, the crowd completely exploded.

Dark Arts have always been synonymous with evil and darkness, and in general, everyone is disgusted by them.

Although some pure-blood families habitually collect Dark Arts books, they even regard them as a family's heritage.

But Durmstrang was the only school that declared that they would teach Dark Arts like Alvin.

Looking at the noisy crowd, Alvin pouted. He had expected this to happen.

It's just that it's too late now. Even if they're not hungry, they must still eat it.

"Quiet!"

With the help of the Amplifying Charm, his voice easily suppressed all the discussions.

"The Dark Arts class is not an introductory class. Only students who have reached the third grade and who have reached O in the previous year's Defense Against the Dark Arts can take it as an elective."

"As for more details, you can find out later."

Seeing that Alvin has said so, the students can only give up, but some people are already ready to move.

The more forbidden something, the more desired.

The same is true of Dark Arts. Many people are both fearful and curious about it.

They used to get in touch secretly in the past, but now the school has given them this opportunity, and they naturally won't miss it.

Next, Alvin announced several reforms, most of which delighted the students.

In the past, there were only a few games every year, and it was not enjoyable to watch or play.

Now that he has changed it a little and doubled the number of games, everyone naturally welcomes it.

"Okay, let's eat!"

After talking about the Forbidden Forest at the end, Alvin was a little hungry. He didn't even sing the school song. He just served the food.

The same is true for the rest of the people. Before they know it, the time has come to nearly ten o'clock. In the past, everyone had returned to the Dorms at this time.

Finally, after enjoying the sumptuous dinner, the little wizards returned to the Dorms while Alvin pulled the Professors into a classroom and continued the meeting.

"It's about curriculum reform, but also specific matters about homework reform."

He handed out the paper for the Professors to browse.

The content is not too much, but each one makes everyone a little scared.

"Headmaster Gaunt, do you really want to change this?"

The Professor of Muggle Studies swallowed and looked at his colleagues. They all had the same expressions as him, and he knew that everyone got the same content.

He can already see the miserable lives of future students.

"That's right. What's the problem, Keridi?"