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Chapter 245: Muggle Weapons Class
Chapter 245: Muggle Weapons Class
Professor Abigail was taken aback and asked, "What contract?"
"I know!"
Hermione eagerly raised her hand and said, "In 1876, Mr. Lancoros Calpe, the administrator of Hogwarts, tried to use all sorts of modern weapons to drive Peeves out of the castle. As a result, Peeves caused chaos in the school for three whole days. He even fired a gun out of a window, almost injuring the teachers and students."
"That's right, that's right!"
The floating Peeves nodded repeatedly, proudly saying, "In the end, that Calpe guy got kicked out of the school, and I've been here ever since!"
"The then-Headmistress, Mrs. More, reached an agreement with Peeves."
Hermione continued as if setting up a joke for Peeves, "Allowing Peeves to have some disruptive privileges in the school in exchange for him putting down his weapons and restoring order to the school."
"That's it!" Peeves added, "Understand? These guys are useless against me! But if you want to fight me again, I'm more than welcome to it."
He sat atop the barrel of a cannon, looking provocatively at the new professor as if eagerly anticipating another grand battle.
"So that's how it is."
Abigail looked at Peeves with some surprise.
Before today, Peeves had always been respectful towards the professors, just a bit more lively than the other ghosts, so Abigail hadn't realized his destructive potential until now.
But hearing his tone and seeing the students' expressions, Abigail could guess what kind of character he was.
She didn't understand why such a powerful wizard as Dumbledore would allow such a mischievous ghost to remain in the school. However, since the Headmaster hadn't said anything, Abigail naturally wouldn't interfere either.
"You misunderstand, Peeves," she explained calmly, "I'm going to use these weapons to teach my students a lesson."
After saying this, she no longer paid attention to the uninvited guest but turned to the students in front of her.
"Now that you're here, help me inform your respective houses. Tomorrow afternoon, at four o'clock, we'll have a Muggle Weapons Class on the south lawn."
A hand rose from the crowd.
"Lisa?" Professor Abigail called out her name.
"Professor," Lisa said hesitantly, "But... shouldn't this be the content of the third-year Muggle Studies class? We're not even in our third year yet..."
"You're wrong," Professor Abigail said directly, "Do you think that by only guarding against dark wizards and dangerous creatures, we can ensure our safety?"
"Absolutely wrong!"
"I'll tell you, from ancient times to the present, many wizards have been captured or even killed by Muggles they looked down upon!"
"Of course, even more Muggles have been killed by reckless wizards. For example, a few decades ago, your British Dark Lord..."
Most of the students were so scared that they turned pale, as if they wished they could block their ears.
"The Dark Lord... Professor, we usually don't say that name directly..." Anthony gathered the courage to speak.
"Fool!" Professor Abigail scolded without hesitation, "Didn't Dumbledore teach you? Fear of a name strengthens fear of the thing itself! Moreover, the Dark Lord is already dead, and you won't even dare to speak his name?"
The young wizards looked at each other, and most of them lowered their heads.
They were unwilling to admit their cowardice, but they also wouldn't call out the name of that person as the professor had suggested.
Despite the fact that the Dark Lord had been absent from the lives of these young witches and wizards since they could remember, his influence still lingered, and to many, he remained synonymous with "terror."
Professor Abigail was slightly disappointed, but then she noticed some students standing tall, their eyes fearless and unwavering.
Like Vold and Harry.
And there were others who were visibly afraid, but their expressions held something else, a mix of cowardice and courage.
Professor Abigail smiled and, instead of forcing the students against their will, she said, "Some Muggle weapons require the Headmaster to disable parts of the school's protective system for them to function properly. However, prolonged or frequent usage could pose a threat to the school's security. Therefore, students from the four houses of the same grade will take this class together."
"The second-year class will meet on Friday at 5 p.m. at the lawn by the Forbidden Forest. Remember to arrive early."
...
Friday arrived soon enough.
Vold and his friends didn't have classes that afternoon, so after lunch, they headed to the Umbrella House to finish their weekend assignments. When the time was right, they all made their way to the lawn together.
They were the first grade to take the weapons class, and some students from other grades had also come to watch out of curiosity. They arrived even earlier than the students taking the class and formed a circle around the lawn.
Everyone knew each other, standing in small groups, their eyes filled with curiosity as they examined the weapons on the lawn, some old and worn, others brand new.
The weapons were protected by spells, preventing the students from getting too close, so they stood on the outskirts, discussing their methods of use and power.
"I know that's a landmine!"
A Gryffindor boy exclaimed, "My dad once accidentally stepped on one while traveling, and the Muggle he was with thought he was going to be blown to pieces. He cried and ran away. My dad used an Iron Armor Charm to negate the explosion, and by the time he returned, those Muggles had already started preparing a funeral for him!"
The crowd burst into laughter.
Their laughter carried a hint of contempt for the foolish Muggles and a sense of superiority for being wizards.
Suddenly, a student felt a tap on their shoulder.
"Excuse me, move aside!"
"Hey, go find another spot!"
The student impatiently shook their shoulder, trying to shake off the hand.
But they didn't succeed; instead, the force on their shoulder increased severalfold.
"I, said... please, let, me, pass!"
The person repeated in a cold, emphasized tone.
The voice sounded familiar.
The tone was distinctly unfriendly.
The student turned around and saw Professor Abigail's dark face, and for a moment, they had a vision of Professor Snape.
"Professor!"
He shouted, and many students hurriedly made way.
Professor Abigail parted the crowd like Moses parting the Red Sea, followed by a string of second-year students.
—They had arrived just in time and were also pushed to the outskirts.
As they reached the center, curious eyes occasionally glanced at the well-designed, majestic modern weapons. But after Professor Abigail entered, she picked up a simple stone axe first.
"Does anyone know what this is?" she asked.
"Pfft!"
Someone among the students let out a snicker, seemingly finding the professor's question silly.
(End of Chapter)
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