Harry Potter's Strongest Senior Chapter 295

The idea of aggravating the schoolwork proposed by Sirius was also for the students to learn more practical combat magic, which Dumbledore also agreed.

But Sean didn't expect Sirius' next action.

When the Halloween dinner was coming to an end, the enthusiasm of the students was still undiminished, so Dumbledore had to use the amplification spell habitually.

"Quiet!"

A loud and solemn sound resounded through the auditorium, and the students stopped their movements one after another, shut up and looked at the professor's chair.

"Tomorrow will be a new month, there will be a little change in the teaching of Hogwarts, Professor Black of Defence Against the Dark Arts will resign for personal reasons, but he will remain at the school and be the coach of the Dueling Club. "

"Huh?" Sean raised his soul doubts. "It's different from what I said before."

Two days ago, Sean learned from Snape that Sirius suggested to Dumbledore that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class should be changed, and more practical teaching should be added. This proposal was accepted by Dumbledore and said that it would be implemented as soon as possible.

"He proposed it himself, then turned around and resigned, what happened?" Sean guessed.

"What's the situation? Resigned? Who is the new professor?" Cassius asked everyone's doubts.

"I don't know." Sean pouted.

"Don't you have gossip," Cassius said.

Chris made a gesture of speaking to the two of them individually, "Shh."

On the other side of the Gryffindor table, Ron asked Harry in a low voice, "Isn't Professor Black your godfather, he resigned without telling you?"

"I just found out, just like you." Harry was a little depressed.

Hermione glared fiercely at the two of them, and the two immediately shut their mouths.

Dumbledore went on to say, "The new professor will come to class tomorrow. In addition, starting tomorrow, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be a bit heavy. Please arrange your study and rest time reasonably."

I don't know who made the tragic "ah" sound, which seemed to be contagious, and spread among the students, and there was a commotion from below.

Dumbledore didn't stop them, he had already said what he had to say, and he didn't need to let the students know about the excess.

"Dumbledore doesn't seem to have mentioned the epidemic in public in the past two weeks. I thought he would say something tonight on such a big thing," Chrissy said.

"That's right, it's rarely mentioned in the newspapers." Cassius echoed.

Sean guessed that Dumbledore and Fudge had reached an agreement.

The Ministry of Magic was originally going to pursue it, and they also knew that Case No. 1, the source of infection of the epidemic was Astoria, but Dumbledore asked Fudge not to do it in order to protect Astoria from public opinion. Related reports.

This was exactly what Fudge wanted, but as a condition, Fudge asked Dumbledore to forbid talking about Voldemort in public.

Fudge is doing his best to divert the attention of the wizarding world. The news that the Daily Prophet published half a month ago about exchanging Harry for the antidote had already let everyone know that Voldemort was still alive.

But more than half a month has passed, and the wizarding world has gradually returned to normal life. The Ministry of Magic has even recruited contract workers for the law enforcement team, and declared that the Ministry of Magic has enough strength to face any challenges.

Under the secret operation of the Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley held two large-scale events in order to dispel the fear of Voldemort's return among wizards.

And Dumbledore's announcement tonight, Fudge also knew, and allowed the change of teaching content.

"Minister, how can you allow Dumbledore to make this kind of curriculum change, teaching students actual combat magic, what is this, this is cultivating the reserve army." A middle-aged woman with a sharp voice and a loose face, wearing a girly pink suit said.

"But Dumbledore is right. Students need to learn some magic that can protect themselves." Fudge said. "However, Umbridge, you're right."

This old woman in a small pink suit is the Deputy Minister of Magic. She has no ability in the fart, and is doing research on intrigue and intrigue. Dolores Jane Umbridge.

"So, I have a task for you." Fudge said, looking at Umbridge.

On November 1, the third month of the semester, Hogwarts welcomed another Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

Sean asked about it last night. The first class to take Defense Against the Dark Arts today was fourth-year Slytherin and Ravenclaw, and the time was in the second class.

Sean has the privilege to arrange his time freely. He stayed in the dormitory until the end of the first get out of class before he went out to go to the fourth grade to see the new professor.

On the way, Sean met Cassius and Chris who were rushing to the classroom for the next class.

"Ten thousand times are not enough for envy." Cassius said that Sean, who didn't need to take any other classes except potions class, was envied by Cassius' real-name system every time.

"Are you going to audit the senior year again?" Chris asked.

The audition is what Sean has done in the past few years, in order to use the eyes of magic to learn more advanced magic.

But his audition is different from the normal form of audition. Although Dumbledore allows Sean to use his free time to audition in the senior year, he must be more formal and cannot be fooled.

And in order to prevent Sean from being fond of Gao Wuyuan, Lao Deng said that if he wanted to audit the senior year, Sean had to sit in the classroom with textbooks and study hard, and he had to complete his after-school homework on time, and he could not do anything special.

But Sean doesn't need to spend that time. He only needs to teach the few seconds of spellcasting in a whole class, and use the eye of magic to memorize the magic frame, and his auditing is complete.

So he stood outside the senior classroom every time, and as soon as the professor finished casting the spell, he left, so that he didn't have to fulfill Dumbledore's request.

"No, I went to see the new professor." Sean replied.

"Ah, new professor? We saw it just now. It feels a little sloppy and not very spiritual." Cassius said.

"Let's go to class, see you at noon." Sean hurriedly walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The bell for class had already come from the clock tower. As soon as Sean walked to the third floor, he saw a familiar figure beside the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Professor?" Sean said tentatively.

The thin back turned around, and a familiar face of Sean came into view, with brownish-white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead, a sloppy beard, and an old suit~www.mtlnovel.com~Lupin? " Sean called out the man's name in surprise.

"No way, are you the new professor?"

"Sean, that's right, as you can see, I'm the new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Unfortunately, I lost my position as the coach of the dueling club."

"Didn't Dumbledore want you to be the coach of the Dueling Club at the beginning, and I'll be your deputy, why did you and Blake change positions in the end?" Sean asked.

Lupin said helplessly, "You have also been in contact with Sirius for a while, so you should know what kind of character he is. He is free and easy, uninhibited, and a little reckless. He was enough to be a professor last semester."

"He suggested that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class should strengthen practical teaching, but he didn't want to teach it himself, so he recommended me to Dumbledore, and he went to be the coach of the dueling club, which was not so heavy."

When Xiao En heard the words, he thought to himself, "This also makes sense. Sirius's character is not the kind that likes troubles, but is this a correction of the gears of fate?"

In the end, it was Lupin who became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, which overlapped with the original plot again.

Down the stairs, the sound of kicking heels came hurriedly toward the third floor, and a middle-aged squat woman in a pink business suit came up.

As soon as Sean saw this person, the image of a person immediately appeared in his mind.

"Umbridge?"

Chapter end

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