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Chapter 475 Defense Against The Dark Arts 【Subscription】

After cursing Merlin in a low voice, Amber had no choice but to fall asleep.

Merlin has mastered the magic of dreaming, and he knows that even if he enters the dream again now, he will never find that damned guy.

So after grunting a few times, Amber simply didn't think about it and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Amber came to the auditorium with a book.

The auditorium was already full of students at this time.

Everyone is happily discussing the Triwizard Tournament.

After all, the match every seventy years is a rare blessing for Hogwarts as a whole.

Listening to the discussion of these people, Amber smiled, picked up a piece of baked potato and ate it.

And beside him, Draco sat there with a complicated face, opening and closing his mouth mechanically, maybe he didn't even know what he was eating.

"930" I said, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Draco's state, Amber bought some water.

"Why are you so decadent on the first day of school?"

Draco shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"It's not just me. Look at all the fourth graders today."

Amber turned around, only to realize belatedly that all her classmates in the same grade on the long table in Slytherin looked so gloomy and gloomy.

So he asked suspiciously:

"What's going on here?"

Draco smiled miserably and said:

"The second class this morning is Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"And this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the teacher is Mad-Eye Moody."

Amber suddenly realized.

In Slytherin, almost everyone's family can have a relationship with Moody in one way or another.

Such a relationship is not a good relationship, but everyone's family relatives have been captured or killed by Moody more or less.

Under such a historical origin, everyone hates and fears Moody.

And what is visible to the naked eye, today Moody will definitely use Slytherin to make a comeback.

Thinking of this, Amber couldn't help but stare.

It took him three full years to completely complete the integration of the four houses of Hogwarts.

I led such a war before, which made the gap between the four colleges initially eliminated.

How can I get Moody to do school discrimination again?

while thinking. Amber forked a piece of steak and stuffed it into her mouth.

It would be fine if Moody taught honestly today.

If Moody dares to sabotage his four-house plan, target Slytherin.

Then it is necessary for him to let the King of Aurors experience Hogwarts. In the end who is the real master of the one and the same.

Thinking of this, several people quickly finished their breakfast.

The first class in the morning is Transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall's lectures are in-depth and concise, but it seems that every Slytherin student is very absent-minded.

Seeing this scene, Amber was helpless.

Not all families have the background like Cadmus.

He can do it.

It just makes the teaching atmosphere of Hogwarts fair and strict.

Thinking like this, as the get out of class bell rang.

Everyone came to the classroom of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class slowly.

Looking at the old man standing motionless on the podium with a fierce face, scanning the whole class with his magic eyes.

Amber's heart was silent.

Everyone is not one-sided.

The old man in front of him has indeed made an outstanding contribution to the stability and harmony of the magic world.

But his kind of self-or-enemy thinking.

That extreme position with original sin in his blood has long been abandoned by this era.

Think like this.

Amber sat down slowly.

Beside him, Hermione drew out her wand, eager to try it, and looked at Amber for a moment of doubt.

"I said, what are you excited about?"

Hermione looked excited and said:

"Amber, this is Mad-Eye Moody, I heard from Ronald and others that this is the most powerful Auror in the wizarding world.

"I don't know what magic he will teach us, I can't wait."

Seeing the excited look on Hermione's face, Amber felt extremely speechless.

To be honest, Hermione's strength is no worse than that of an elite Auror after following her for so long.

It just seems that the little witch doesn't have a clear understanding of her own strength.

Amber didn't speak either.

Just quietly watching Moody on the stage.

If nothing else, today is the very classic showcase of the Unforgivable Curse.

really.

When everyone was seated, Moody pulled out his curved flagon and took a swig.

Then looking at all the students present, his tone was extraordinarily indifferent.

"Dumbledore asked me to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but in fact, there is nothing to defend against the Dark Arts."

"To those dark wizards who may be hiding in the shadows, I have only one thing to say:"

Having said that, Moody's magic eyes clearly glanced at Slytherin.

Then he was heard yelling:

"Be vigilant at all times!"

Seeing a group of students take out pens and paper and start to record Moody's words, he nodded in satisfaction.

However, among the crowd who bowed their heads and recorded, Moody saw a guy who was out of place with the surroundings.

"Amber Cadmus, why don't you take what I said down?"

Moody's prosthetic leg was rattling on the floor, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Amber, and asked him in a condescending low voice.

"Do you think that you are already immune to all black magic?"

Hearing Moody's questioning, Amber sneered, raised her head, and said calmly.

"Indeed it is, Professor."

"The so-called black wizards of yours have no choice but to run away from me."

Hearing Amber's reply, there was a burst of laughter among the students present.

Amber can be different from their 5.0.

Amber's reputation was forcibly earned through killing and blood.

The number of Dark wizards and Death Eaters who died at the hands of Amber is far from known.

So Moody questioned subconsciously, but met such a nail that was neither soft nor hard.

Hearing Amber's reply, Moody froze suddenly.

Immediately, he looked back at the other students as if he had been slapped in the face and yelled:

"Why, don't you need to record it?"

After speaking, Moody returned to the podium, waved his wand, and a huge glass jar appeared in front of him.

"Dumbledore doesn't think this is suitable for you, but I think it is necessary for you to understand this.

"Harry Potter, you tell me."

"Are there any unforgivable spells in the wizarding world?"