Chapter 211 : Bait!

"I bet he'll be tough for three seconds at most!" Strange remarked to the king beside him.

Wong pondered for a moment, then shook his head, indicating his disagreement.

Strange immediately wore a look suggesting he thought too highly of Deadpool. Just as he was about to explain, Wong interjected, "Would two seconds be too long?"

[At that moment, a man in a brown coat with a mustache entered the scene.

"Of course, there are too many children here. I'll let you off easy this time and overlook it," Deadpool declared as he grabbed onto the podium and stood up, a somewhat regretful expression on his face.

"Dumbledore must have lost his mind!" the man muttered under his breath. He then set down the briefcase he was carrying and adjusted his attire. 

Addressing the young wizards who had been observing him intently, he said, "My name is Remus John Lupin, and I'll be your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor this year." 

Lupin gestured towards Deadpool, remarking, "This is my assistant coach Wade, just a little joke between us. I hope you don't mind."

At this point, Draco Malfoy cast a suspicious glance towards the podium. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts had never had a teaching assistant before, so what was going on? 

And that person didn't seem very trustworthy at first glance, especially after swindling students out of money earlier. 

Draco resolved to write to his father about this matter; why was Dumbledore allowing just anyone to take advantage of the situation?

"Hey, you with the white hair, what are you staring at?" Lupin called out.

"Stand up!" Deadpool suddenly commanded.

Draco glanced around nervously, then stood up in a fit of anger. Pointing to his head, he retorted, "You think you're clever?" ]

["I am of noble platinum lineage, and my name is Draco Malfoy, not White Hair!" Draco retorted.

Deadpool folded his arms across his chest as he cast a disdainful glance. "What's the use of such a high hairline? And the color, really, not a single strand left!"

"By the way, Malfoy," chimed in the instructor, "making a ruckus in class, disregarding the teacher's authority, which house do you hail from?"

Draco gritted his teeth. "Slytherin!"

"Deduct a thousand points for Slytherin," Deadpool announced casually.

Draco's face paled like lightning had struck. "A thousand!? If those points are actually deducted, my fellow Slytherins might as well skin themselves!"

"I'll report this abuse of power to my father!" Draco exclaimed angrily.

Lupin intervened, "Are you planning to deduct points from Slytherin for the next three years? Snape might just kill you!"

Deadpool contemplated mentioning that points could be bought with money but decided against it, considering the irritating side glances. "Never mind, can't rush the money-making process!"

With a slight sigh, Deadpool continued in a bored tone, "Don't get so worked up, it was just a joke. Kids these days can't handle teasing!"

Draco felt as if he might suffer a heart attack from the teasing. "Then, deduct 20 points," Deadpool waved dismissively, signaling for Draco to take his seat.

Draco reluctantly suppressed his dissatisfaction, planning to voice his complaints to his father later that night.

Observing the class quieting down once more, Lupin resumed, "Now, onto our first lesson below," he declared."]

[The first lesson will be conducted by my esteemed colleague!"] 

Deadpool raised an eyebrow, seizing the words.

[However, Lupin didn't object. Dumbledore hadn't invited him to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts; rather, he was tasked with keeping an eye on the man named Wade beside him!]

[As long as the individual doesn't pose a threat to the students or the school, Lupin wouldn't intervene. He also harbored a curiosity about what this man was capable of!]

[After all, the jelly-legs jinx he had just witnessed demonstrated its full effect on the target after a mere five or six seconds. That was something Lupin himself, even in his werewolf state, couldn't achieve!]

[At that moment, Deadpool clapped his hands and exclaimed loudly, "Alright, kiddies, follow me to the square outside the castle, pronto!"

The young wizards were thrilled; after all, anything was better than being cooped up in the classroom. They hurriedly followed Deadpool outside!

(…)

[Ten minutes later...]

[A group of young wizards, their wands waving, ran in circles!]

[Most of them collapsed on the lawn like exhausted dogs, panting heavily!]

[If they could turn back time, they'd never have followed!]

Suddenly, Deadpool produced a whistle from somewhere and shouted while blowing it, "Pathetic! You're all pathetic! Just a few laps and you're all wobbly like newborn foals!" 

Hermione, who had fallen to the ground, raised her hand and interjected, "Teacher, I'm a girl!"

[This prompted many other girls to chime in with indignant grins!]

Deadpool rebuked mercilessly, "Sure, sure, get it all out! Maybe when Voldemort and his Death Eaters come after you, you can tell them I'm a girl too, and see if that stops them from using Avada Kedavra on you!"

[At that moment, you'll wish you had more than eight legs!"]

[This ruthless remark caused many girls to blush and feel a twinge of fear!]

[At least the girls in Slytherin understood!]

Then, Draco Malfoy stepped forward once again, pointing at Deadpool and exclaiming, "How dare you speak that name in front of everyone! You'll get us all killed!"

Deadpool sneered and retorted, "Twenty points deducted from Slytherin!"

["You're just scared of a dead guy. I suggest you go home and rethink your life!"]

[At that moment, Lupin, standing nearby, whispered softly, "Wade, the mysterious man might not be dead..."

"Yeah, so what?" Deadpool retorted.

The next moment, amidst everyone's stunned silence, Deadpool took a deep breath and yelled, "Voldemort is a colossal pile of sand!"

"I am! Your! Father!"

(...)

In the Headmaster's office, Snape's expression twitched as he glanced out the window. Turning to Minerva with a helpless look, he asked, "Has he always been this audacious?"

Minerva nodded slightly, a glint of admiration in his eyes. "Severus, perhaps it's time you reconsider what bravery truly entails."

"Doesn't he ever feel fear?" Snape's tone remained icy.

"He's not devoid of knowledge," Dumbledore interjected with a familiar smirk playing on his lips. "In fact, he's rather smart. Look, he's already casting his bait..."

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