Chapter 380: Professor Abigail's Defensive Magic Against the Dark Arts Class
Kaba gave a nod, lifted his shell slightly, pulled his head inside, and crouched against the wall, ready to ambush. His original green skin had now shifted to match the surrounding environment so closely that he appeared almost invisible.
"Disguise Charm?" Professor Abigail blinked in surprise.
"Just a Color Change spell," Wade said. "A true Disguise Charm would be unfair. Kaba's Color Change isn't that refined."
This magical creature, like a Color Change Dragon, was adept at blending into its surroundings—but with careful observation, its presence could still be detected.
Soon, screams erupted down the corridor.
The mischievous Professor Abigail burst into laughter, utterly unbothered by any guilt over putting her students through this.
Wade stood still, eyes fixed ahead, occasionally glancing sideways at the professor.
It was hard to believe this woman could harbor ill intent. She genuinely fought back when provoked, took punishment without complaint, and never used her authority to assign detentions. Her teaching style was unique—she’d demonstrate a spell once, then throw her students straight into实战 (combat). They were beaten, fought each other, attacked from ambush, and even used Muggle weapons. The methods were wildly varied, unpredictable, and nearly impossible to anticipate. Even Wade had fallen victim to her tactics more than once in this class.
As long as a student could defeat their opponent, any method was acceptable—except Dark Magic.
Professor Abigail rarely taught from textbooks. She didn’t care about exam preparation or academic performance. She taught students how to survive in the real world.
That was why so many admired her. Students terrified of injury or combat would cry their way out of class every time. Yet, no matter how frightened they were, everyone agreed on one thing:
They all believed Professor Abigail was teaching real, practical survival skills—skills that mattered. Compared to her, Quirrell and Lockhart’s classes were nothing but wasted time.
At last, after the chaos in the corridor, Michael remembered Kaba’s weakness.
With a sudden leap, he dodged Kaba’s claw swipe and shouted, "Bowing! Bowing!"
Crabbe hesitated for a split second, then was yanked off his feet by Kaba, crashing hard onto the floor with a painful groan.
Fortunately, Goldstein had heard Michael’s warning. Fighting down fear and the urge to run, he stepped forward, dropped into a deep bow.
Everyone held their breath.
This strange creature was strong, its arms flexible and fast. Any attempt to cast a spell was instantly disrupted by its attacks. Worse, it used other students as shields, turning them into living barriers.
In the narrow corridor, a group of students was utterly flustered—completely outmaneuvered by a single magical creature, much to the delight of their mischievous professor.
Goldstein remained frozen, staring at the ground, sweat beading on his forehead.
Kaba tilted its head, eyes gleaming with eager malice—but after a few seconds, seeing Goldstein still steadfastly bowing, it slowly, reluctantly, bent its own body.
Whoosh!
The water in the dish atop Kaba’s shell spilled out completely. The once-threatening creature collapsed like a deflated puppet, flopping onto the ground.
The students erupted in cheers, as if they’d just defeated a dark lord.
"Too dangerous! Why does the school even have a magical creature like this running loose?" Lisha complained.
"Definitely Professor Hagrid—he’s brought another dangerous beast into the school again! This time, it even made it into the castle!"
Pansy kicked the motionless Kaba in anger. "Honestly, people like this shouldn’t be professors, right, Draco?"
She turned for support.
Malfoy hesitated. Then stayed silent.
It wasn’t that he disagreed—he just couldn’t speak. Hagrid had promised to take him to see the Fire Dragon, but that promise still hadn’t been kept. The reason? Malfoy had attacked Crabbe last term. This year, he’d been stuck in detention every single day. He’d hoped Hagrid would assign him detention so they could sneak into the Forbidden Forest, but Hagrid refused.
The Forbidden Forest at night was far too dangerous. Hagrid wasn’t about to risk the only son of the Malfoy family getting hurt.
Malfoy’s silence left Pansy flustered. She glared angrily at Daphne.
Daphne, already busy, nodded frantically. "Yes, yes! It really was dangerous!"
Pansy stomped on Kaba twice more in frustration.
At that moment, Professor Abigail strolled over, yawning. "Miss Parkinson, please lift your noble foot. You’re damaging our teaching equipment."
The students gasped in shock. "Professor?!"
With a lazy flick of her wand, the dish on Kaba’s head refilled with fresh water.
The creature regained strength, rising to its feet. The students scattered in a panic.
Pansy immediately ducked behind Daphne, who panicked and grabbed Theo Nott, shoving him forward as a shield.
Theo Nott: "..."
He stood rigid, muscles tensed, helpless.
Kaba hadn’t actually hurt anyone—its attacks were just disgustingly invasive. Pulling hair, poking noses, wrestling—those were minor. But it also sneaked up on people and grabbed their backsides. The girls were horrified.
"Alright," Professor Abigail said, "you’ve all seen Kaba. Does anyone know the traits of a Hinkypunk, a Red Hat, or a Grendilo?"
Several hands shot up.
Abigail scanned the room, nodded, but didn’t call on anyone. Instead, she said, "Looks like many of you didn’t do your homework. No matter—five minutes left to read the book."
The students stared blankly. What did she mean?
Abigail didn’t explain. She turned and walked into the classroom.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom had undergone a massive transformation. Desks and chairs were gone. Instead, thick curtains hung from the ceiling, slicing the large room into countless secluded sections.
From the entrance to the blackboard, only a narrow tunnel remained. On the board, a large digital countdown clock ticked down—five minutes.
"Wade," Michael whispered, "you were with Professor Abigail earlier. What did she mean?"
Wade glanced at the other stunned students, then raised his voice. "In five minutes, the creatures she mentioned—the Hinkypunk, Red Hat, and Grendilo—will begin attacking. Start preparing."
"What?!!" The students all froze in shock. Then, the entire room filled with the frantic rustling of pages flipping open.
(End of Chapter)
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