Chapter 98 Chapter 31

After a spell class, there are very few people who can release the shield.

Miranda was probably the only one who could go to the front of the classroom and use a shield against the flames of the armor. She persisted for a long time calmly.

But Dumbledore didn't give her the position of teaching assistant, because he had other years to test.

Hoffa didn't quite know why he suddenly couldn't release the shield spell. Maybe it was because of his low magic power, or maybe his talent in spells was not as strong as he thought.

Speaking of things like the school of magic, there are really some indescribable innate factors in it.

However, for the time being, he wasn't too worried because he couldn't release the Shield Curse. After all, this was the first time he had released it, and he might need more practice.

Finished the first day of Charms with the new headmaster.

The morning of September 3rd.

The Daily Prophet is delivered again.

This time, all the pages of the newspaper were left with only one row of large characters.

Britain and France declare war on Germany.

That morning, the entire auditorium was fried, and no one was in the mood to eat.

If yesterday's blitz in Poland was only an omen.

Today's news is a real storm.

When Miranda saw this row of news, her face suddenly changed, and her mental force field changed. Hoffa ignored her and stared at her firmly.

But she still wore glasses after all, and she didn't lose control of her emotions.

It's just that the fingers trembled a little bit.

Aglaia's face was also pale when she saw this row of news, and she murmured: "It's really a war, how many people will die here?"

Hoffa didn't answer, but he knew that all this was just the beginning.

After the breakfast time was over, all the students had a heated discussion about the war.

Some people are filled with righteous indignation, some are worried, some are full of horror, some are confused, and some are even complacent.

That complacent guy was the ancestor Malfoy that Hoffa saw earlier in Diagon Alley. He sat at the Slytherin table and said arrogantly: "Muggles are fighting, let me Saying that this is a good thing, it’s just a chance for us wizards to regain control of the world after dying.”

He didn't lower his voice at all, and Aglaia was sullen while eating.

"Trash," she said contemptuously, shaking her head.

After eating, the three of Hoffa prepared to go to the first class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a big class, and the four schools are taught together.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is located in the largest lecture theater on the third floor. Unlike the one fifty years later, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in this era has not changed teachers for many years, and the style of the classroom is very stable.

There are many, many glass cabinets on the walls, and these cabinets are full of specimens of various dangerous creatures.

A black elf who eats human flesh.

Hollowed out vampire.

The shriveled corpse of a werewolf.

A troll as high as the ceiling.

There are even dismembered dementors.

Last year, Professor Melles never taught them confrontation skills in a serious manner, and the course still focused on telling stories to cultivate interest.

But this year, Hoffa has previewed the textbooks, and what they have to learn this year is more than ten times that of last year's textbooks. Half of the black magic body creatures in this classroom, they have to learn this year.

But when he just walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he saw a pale blond-haired Malfoy holding a newspaper on the Slytherin table, sitting on the table like a big brother, and talking loudly:

"It doesn't matter how many idiots die, these lowly creatures are too fertile, just like mice."

Tom Riddle stood among a group of Slytherins with his arms folded, his expression both approving and disdainful.

Some Hufflepuffs nearby covered their ears, and some Gryffindors glared at him.

But he didn't care, pointing to the news of the declaration of war in the newspaper, he said: "All creatures are like this, the lower the creature is, the more it needs to rely on reproduction to make up for its own shortcomings."

Before Hoffa could react, Aglaia beside her suddenly became angry. She took out her wand at once, pointed at the group of Slytherins and cursed: "A bunch of trash!"

Following her cursing, a light blue shattering curse shot out.

The pale blond-haired boy who was talking loudly just now jumped up on the table with sharp eyes and hands, and dodged away.

The others didn't react so quickly, and the shattering curse that contained anger slammed the tabletop into pieces. The pages of the book were flying, and the ink was splashed on several people.

With a bang, all the Slytherins surrounded him. They jumped off the table, all raising their wands.

"what are you doing?"

"Want to die?"

This time, the violent magic fluctuation caused all the paper, pen and pages on the table to explode and fly.

The conflict came a bit suddenly, and Hoffa did not expect Aglaia to be so violent.

Seeing his attacker clearly, the pale blond boy jumped up after landing, and cursed angrily, "It's you, what a French half-breed is doing at Hogwarts."

"Do you have to show off your wise words in front of others, silverfish!" Aglaia scolded with extreme disdain: "What else do you do besides farting?"

"Say one more word!?"

"I said you only fart!"

The thorny boy pulled out his wand and pointed at Aglaia without hesitation: "All of them are petrified!"

Aglaia also raised her wand, and all the pens and papers floating in the sky floated up, rolled into spikes one by one, and shot at Malfoy like sharp arrows.

Tom Riddle at the Slytherin table folded his arms and took a step forward with a playful expression.

An inexplicable spiritual force field appeared in the air, and the flying paper arrows exploded in midair.

Boom! !

Malfoy's petrification spell also hit a transparent shield, bounced off, and knocked over a table.

All around fell silent.

The transparent shield disappeared, Miranda put down her wand, and moved to Aglaia's side expressionlessly. Hoffa also took a step forward, looking vigilant.

The thorny boy strode forward and glanced around: "Who dares to go up?"

Hoffa and Miranda stood in front of Aglaia, and Miranda turned her head sideways: "That's Abraxas Malfoy, the youngest son of the current patriarch of the Malfoy family."

Abraxas?

Hoffa frowned slightly. He had seen this Malfoy when he was in Diagon Alley. He hadn't thought of messing with this guy at the time, and he didn't expect that he would still have a conflict with him after school.

What is this, the law of the universe?

But not to mention anything else, he was indeed born with a low-level aura, a typical blood supremacist wizard.

Malfoy paced slowly, his eyes flicked back and forth between the three of them.

"Hmph, a half-breed Drages, a Goshack orphan who lost his grandpa's hood, and another... What are you, a poor poor bitch who is being taken care of by a rich woman?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

The whole Slytherin table burst into laughter.

Miranda and Aglaia immediately raised their wands, but Hoffa grabbed their wrists and suppressed the furious two.

Malfoy sneered: "How much money Drasses gave you, I, Malfoy, will give you three times!"

Hoffa was expressionless, but the mental force field permeated the entire classroom, and the dust on the ground shook slightly.

On the other side, Tom Riddle tilted his head slightly, and took a step forward imperceptibly.

Hoffa's mental force field was immediately pushed back several meters, and Broken Grip's secret casting was interrupted.

Hoffa's attention instantly withdrew from the rampant Malfoy and turned to the "old man" in the orphanage. The scene where Aglaia's Transfiguration was directly interrupted in the air just now made him aware of the clues.

But now it seems that it was Tom Riddle who interrupted her transfiguration.

This guy, has he grown like this in the past one summer vacation? He is worthy of being the future Dark Lord.

The atmosphere in the classroom was tense, and some shreds of paper were floating in the sky.

The Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors sitting in their seats silently picked up their books and kept away from them.

But at this moment.

boom! !

There was a loud slamming sound from the door.

An old man in a red robe strode into the door. He was slightly hunchbacked, his head was bald, without a single hair, but he had a thick gray beard. In his hand was a marching cup that the Aurors drank from.

It was the Head of Gryffindor, old Professor Mellors, an old Auror.

"what happened?"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the mess everywhere and asked sharply.

Malfoy snorted coldly, flicked his green robe and turned around.

Hoffa immediately grabbed Aglaia and tried to make her sit back. Although the old man has a good temper, he is an old Auror after all, and he is still the current head of Gryffindor, so no one dares to really mess with him.

Several Gryffindors got up and talked to him a little bit, and Professor Mellas immediately looked at Aglaia and Malfoy.

"Are you two making trouble?"

Malfoy raised his head proudly, without saying a word, he sat back with a few Slytherins.

Tom Riddle stood up politely: "Teacher, it's okay, just have fun, and the students have a little defense skills."

"Sit back."

Melles said sternly: "We need to practice defensive skills outside."

Tom Riddle sat back, and Malfoy secretly gave Aglaia the middle finger.

Aglaia couldn't hold back for a while, she watched Malfoy spit on the ground, and said loudly: "Trash is garbage."

This sentence made the group of Slytherins stand up suddenly again.

Professor Mellors knocked on the table, and the marching jug that the Auror drank from flew into the sky.

He sternly said, "Insult your classmates at will, Drasses, and Ravenclaw will deduct 20 points!"

The Slytherin who was about to stand up slowly sat back.

The veins on Aglaia's head bulged. Hoffa took her arm with one hand and patted her shoulder with the other, and said helplessly:

"You forgot again, don't stay here if you want revenge, it's unreasonable."

After speaking, he and Miranda took Aglaia by one arm and forced her to sit down in the seat.

After sitting down, Aglea said to Hoffa, "Believe it or not, I'm going to kill him one day."

"Believe me." Hoffa said calmly, "Let's go to class first, don't be in a hurry."

But Aglaia obviously didn't listen to Hoffa's advice, she spent the whole class imagining how to humiliate Malfoy in the most vicious way.

Judging from her tone, it seems that it has not been a day or two since she and that ancestral Malfoy became enemies. Seems like there might be a blood feud.

For the whole class, the three of them didn't listen very carefully. When Melas talked about the topic of fighting against the black elves, the Slytherin table laughed maliciously. Malfoy also made a throat-slitting gesture to Aglaia, because Veela is also a kind of elf.

Hoffa felt that Aglaia was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage, and Miranda kept pulling her wrist with a very bad expression on her face.

Finally, Professor Melles finished the theory class.

He took a sip of water slowly and said:

"Principal Dippet said this year, you must have heard that every teacher has to select a teaching assistant.

I'm no exception, though I've always believed that the most dangerous creature of the Dark Arts is the wizard himself.

Only those who are most proficient in and understand black magic can become the best defense masters.

So this year, the goal of my assessment is the Defense Against the Dark Arts competition, only black magic or defense skills are allowed. I want to see your development and understanding of the curriculum"

Before he finished speaking.

Aglea suddenly raised her hand high.

Professor Mellas was displeased: "Why, Miss De Laces."

"Is it a duel?" she asked directly.

"It can be understood in this way."

"I want to sign up."

She looked decisively at the Slytherin table, and without waiting for Melos to speak, she said very quickly:

"According to the rules of wizard duels, I have the right to challenge a wizard. Of course, Abraxas Malfoy, you also have the right to refuse my challenge!"

Malfoy looked up, smiled at the people around him, and shook his head. Then he looked serious, and jumped out with one arm on the table.

"Come on, do you think I'm afraid of you?"