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Seeing his look, Malfoy couldn't help but mock him, "You'd better start praying now that he can hold on until next year... The previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors didn't end up well."
"Don't worry, Malfoy, it will be possible." Harry said, "Even your father can get rid of the crime, why can't Sirius get rid of the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Oh, speaking of this, I heard that your family even sold the shop in Diagon Alley. It must have cost a lot of money."
Malfoy's pale face flushed slightly and he subconsciously stretched out his wand.
"How dare you talk about my father, Potter!"
"You were the one who mentioned Sirius first." Harry also took out his wand and said sharply.
"What happened?" Sirius walked over immediately after hearing the noise.
"Professor... Professor!" Harry said quickly, "It's Malfoy. He's talking about you behind your back."
"Oh?"
Sirius looked at Malfoy, "Didn't Snape teach you not to talk about professors behind their backs?"
"I didn't." Malfoy stiffened his neck and said, "It was Potter who slandered my father..."
"Five points deducted from Slytherin for talking back to the professor..." Sirius raised an eyebrow, "Now, if you don't want detention, go back to where you belong."
Malfoy was so angry that he was breathing heavily. "I will tell Professor Snape that you..."
"You'd better go now." Sirius sneered, "Hurry up, run, don't make me wait too long."
Malfoy walked away angrily.
The next second, cheers came from the Gryffindor table, and several students stood on their stools, dancing and celebrating.
Before today, whenever there was a conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin, they were always the ones who got punished.
But it's different now.
What Sirius did just now was exactly the same as what Snape did before, except that this time the person who was punished was Slytherin.
Even though Sirius had left, the people around were still discussing what had just happened.
"Don't talk to me." Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione, "I'm going to remember this forever. It's great that Hogwarts finally has a professor who is biased towards us."
"Yeah." Harry was also very happy. He was also the one who was punished the most by Snape. Every time he had a conflict with the Slytherin people, no matter who was right or wrong, Snape would find trouble with him.
But that won't happen again... Harry felt a surge of excitement as he watched Sirius leave.
Hermione was the only person nearby who didn't cheer or celebrate. Even when Harry and Ron spoke to her, she ignored them and just sat there staring at the plate of corn flakes in front of her, not knowing what she was thinking.
After this incident, many people began to look forward to Sirius' first class.
"We don't have Defense Against the Dark Arts until Wednesday." Ron looked at his schedule with a disappointed expression, "Why couldn't he come a week earlier..."
There are many similar voices.
But none of this has anything to do with fifth grade.
Professor Moody walked into the classroom on his wooden leg as usual, as if Sirius Black's arrival had no effect on him.
"Disarming spell," he said. "Does anyone know this spell?"
Cho raised his hand, "Make your opponent lose their wand."
"That's absolutely right," said Professor Moody. "If you ask me, the effect of this spell is no worse than the Killing Curse. When a wizard loses his wand, he will also lose the ability to resist. Of course, I mean when the difference in strength is not big.
"I'm going to say something you may not like to hear. Even if I don't use a wand, I can still easily deal with you... well, most of you."
His magic eyes seemed to pause on Kyle for a moment before he continued, "Disarming spells, stunning spells, and binding spells are also the three most commonly used spells by Aurors and strikers.
"And I can tell you in advance that the disarming spell will definitely appear in the upcoming OWL."
When they heard about the exam, everyone immediately sat up straight... They were almost going crazy from the exams recently, and they dreamed about various scores every day.
Even Trelawney's daily predictions have become marks that symbolize failing grades... The effect is much better than before. Whoever is named will be uneasy for the next few days.
This also gave Professor Trelawney a great sense of satisfaction, and she made predictions more frequently.
Therefore, everyone naturally pays close attention to the easy-score questions that are bound to appear in this type of exam.
"Speaking of the Disarming Spell..." Professor Moody's magic eyes turned, "I understand that you have been exposed to this spell in your third year. Come, let me see how much you have learned."
He took out his wand and signaled the students sitting in the first row to use the Disarming Charm on him.
"Ha, I just happened to remember the spell." A Ravenclaw boy stood up and thrust his wand forward confidently, "Expelliarmus!"
"Crackle..." A string of sparks shot out from the tip of the wand, flashed a few times and then went out, but Professor Moody's wand was still held in his hand.
"This is a wand, Mr. Thomas, not a one-handed sword." Professor Moody said calmly, "You are not going to use it to poke my hand."
There was a burst of laughter all around, but the boy lowered his head and said nothing.
"Sit down," said Professor Moody. "Next..."
The next person to stand up was also a Ravenclaw student. Although his performance was better than the first person, his shot went astray and directly blew a hole in the window behind him.
There was laughter all around again.
But they soon stopped laughing because Professor Moody did not check the seating order anymore, but chose to call the roll directly.
None of those people who laughed the most happily just now escaped, and then they became the laughing stock of others.
"It seems that I overestimated you." Professor Moody only named one-third of the names and then gave up the decision.
"How on earth did you learn it? You forgot it all so quickly."
amount……
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. It couldn't be that when they were learning this spell, they were too busy watching Lockhart make a fool of himself.
Moreover, the Dueling Club was only held once, and after that, neither Lockhart nor other professors ever mentioned the Disarming Spell again.
It's normal that they haven't learned it.
"alright, I got it."
Professor Moody seemed to have understood what most people were thinking, and continued, "Now, everyone put down your wands, turn to page 165, and write down everything about the Disarming Spell... I remind you again, this spell is very important, and it will definitely appear in the OWL exam."
Soon, the only sound in the classroom was the rustling of people copying notes. Professor Moody stood at the front, observing everyone's movements with his magic eyes, muttering quietly:
"Lockhart, that liar, his only contribution to Hogwarts was probably to let you know the Disarming Spell in advance."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 522 Christmas Ball
In addition to Defense Against the Dark Arts this morning, the fifth graders also had a Transfiguration class.
They still had to learn the vanishing spell, but the animal that needed to be transformed was changed to a hamster.
Although it was just a change of animal, the difficulty increased more than a little. For two whole classes, most people's progress remained unchanged.
This situation had never happened before, because in recent times, students were very anxious every time they had a Transfiguration class. Everyone was afraid to see Professor McGonagall's disappointed face again.
This time is no exception.
After a class, the classroom was filled with all kinds of crackling explosions. Everyone wanted to finish the task quickly, and their mood inevitably became more and more impatient. These explosions were caused by incorrect casting of spells.
Some people were so nervous that they even blew the table into pieces.
"Everyone stop for a moment..."
Professor McGonagall used her wand to fix the broken table and said loudly: "You are too impatient. This will make it more difficult to master the Vanishing Charm. Try to calm yourself down...
"Well, maybe there's some news that can ease your frayed nerves."
Everyone looked at her.
"The Yule Ball is coming up soon," said Professor McGonagall. "It's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, and a great opportunity for us to socialize with our foreign guests."
Sure enough, as soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, a burst of chattering discussions immediately broke out in the classroom.
Several Gryffindor girls had just cried out of anxiety, but now they were gathered together, whispering something and laughing. Occasionally, they would turn around and look at Kyle intentionally or unintentionally.
Professor McGonagall ignored them and continued, "The dance is only open to students in the fourth grade and above, but if you want, you can also choose a dance partner from a lower grade...
“It’s 8pm on Christmas night in the auditorium.
"Remember to put on your formal robes when the time comes. This is a rare opportunity for us to... um... let our hair down and relax."
There was more laughter around.
Fortunately, at this time, the bell for the end of get out of class rang. Everyone quickly packed up their things and left the classroom impatiently, as if they wanted to announce the good news to more people.
But Kyle was left behind.
"According to tradition, the Triwizard Ball is to be opened by the champions and their partners..." Professor McGonagall said, "Do you understand what I mean?"
"Of course, Professor." Kyle looked out the door...Kanna was holding two books, leaning on the railing waiting for him.
Professor McGonagall naturally saw it, and she couldn't help but chuckled, "Okay, it's good that you know, but I still want to remind you that you have to practice your dancing skills more in the near future.
"As the opening of the dance party, there are a lot of people watching you. If you dance messily, you will definitely be laughed at by others."
The expression on Kyle's face suddenly became interesting.
Now comes the problem...
The only dance he knew how to perform was the unique dance used by moonbeasts when they were courting a mate, which Newt had taught him when he was ten years old.
Oh, and he can do it with the Erumpent, too.
But this is useless. There is a high probability that there will be no music suitable for these two dances at the Triwizard Tournament Ball.
And there was no way Dumbledore would agree to him taking a moonbeast as a dance partner.
Looking at his expression, Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of something and asked tentatively, "You can't dance?"
Kyle nodded stiffly.
Professor McGonagall was a little incredulous, "Has your father...Chris never taken you to a dance?"
The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has to deal with foreign wizards quite often. When those foreign wizards come here, Chris, as the deputy director, will inevitably have to attend some welcome balls and cocktail parties.
These dances are usually attended by family members, and it is a common activity.
"Um...I've never participated in one," Kyle said.
Chris would try to avoid parties and only show up and eat at the buffet when he really couldn't avoid them.