Chapter 566: Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sien still harbored a deeper question—did he possess a second Animagus?

Thinking this, the sky had already brightened completely.

Before going out, Sien habitually opened his panel:

【Material Transfiguration: Expert (10/3000)】

【Magic Transfiguration: Novice (50/300)】

【Soul Transfiguration: Novice (280/300)】

After this trip to the Borderlands, he only needed a little more proficiency in Soul Transfiguration to reach 【Expert】.

Thinking of this, Sien gripped his wand, and soon, a black cat slipped out of the Ravenclaw dormitory.

Today was a Friday in November.

And after entering November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school were gray, covered in ice and snow, and the lake was frozen, cold and hard. Every morning, frost would appear in the corridors.

The black cat darted past the window and saw a giant who almost filled the corridor.

Hagrid's face was tightly covered by a balaclava-style wool hat stained with snowflakes, and he was wearing a moleskin coat. The young wizards all carefully squeezed through the gap beside him.

He seemed to have a unique intuition for magical creatures. When the black cat opened the portrait to enter the secret passage, he looked at the portrait several times and scratched his head in confusion.

Avoiding the crowd all the way to the entrance of the Great Hall, the black cat leaped and transformed into a young wizard in black robes.

【You practiced Soul Transfiguration once at the standard of the Master's domain, Master-level proficiency +3】

"Flying carpets…… well, flying carpets are prohibited in the UK."

In the Great Hall, Hermione was chatting with Jia Siting about something.

There was a hint of worry in her eyes; Jia Siting's mood recently couldn't be called very good.

Of course, he wasn't the only one in a bad mood; Harry had also been looking worried recently.

"I heard Mr. Arthur Weasley say that a man named Ali Bashir had been wanting to sell carpets, but was eventually stopped.

Because carpets were defined as Muggle handicrafts in the Register of Proscribed Enchanted Objects."

Harry put his schoolbag on the stool and said with a smile.

"Oh, Harry, you look—"

Luo En stared at him, somewhat confused.

"I have big news to tell you! You can't imagine what a wonderful thing I experienced yesterday!"

Harry said mysteriously,

"I saw that Mr. Black Cat again—"

His words interested everyone, and the little heads of the wizards moved quite a bit toward Harry.

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, brooms are also Muggle handicrafts. This is foreign discrimination or anti-dumping. If selling flying carpets were legal, the sales of flying brooms would be affected."

Only Hermione was still seriously thinking about flying carpets.

When Sien walked to his seat, Harry had just finished telling his adventure from last night.

At this moment, the topic automatically turned to a place that should be focused on.

"Is there still Defense Against the Dark Arts class today?"

Luo En was somewhat gloating.

"There is no notice on the notice board outside."

Hermione frowned.

"It is said that the hospital wing is missing a type of potion, exactly the one for treating Lockhart's condition."

Hermione added.

This made Sien think of the potion that was ruined in the dungeon.

This shouldn't be a coincidence.

Soon, the afternoon Defense Against the Dark Arts class verified Sien's point of view.

A black shadow rushed into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Professor Professor Professor Sineipu strode in, and with a flick of his wand, all the windows were closed.

"What are you all waiting for, open your textbooks—"

He said sinisterly.

"Oh no—"

Luo En wailed,

"I bet he turned Lockhart into that miserable state because he still harbors the idea of replacing the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position."

Harry wasn't doing much better; he hurriedly buried his head low.

Sien silently took out "Basic Defense Against the Dark Arts," "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection," and other books.

"Harry Potter! 'Wandering with Werewolves,' ha—it seems your eyes are just for decoration, or are you still arrogant enough to think this book can teach you something?

Gryffindor—"

Professor Professor Professor Sineipu walked up to Harry and said in his unique low voice,

"Five points from you."

Harry's life, which had finally become a bit more pleasant, darkened again.

He now couldn't tell which was more annoying: seeing Lockhart or Professor Professor Sineipu in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

This Defense Against the Dark Arts class was a torment for Harry, but for Sien, Professor Professor Professor Sineipu explained a lot of practical knowledge, especially regarding counter-curses for dark magic.

If someone had fully observed the last wizard duel organized by the club, this class would be a detailed and appropriate theoretical supplement.

When leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, everyone was silent.

After walking for quite a distance, Sien heard Luo En say:

"Hermione, I say, why do you always carry those books?"

Luo En noticed that Hermione always had Lockhart's books at hand, sometimes "Magical Me," sometimes "Voyages with Vampires," and of course, "Year with the Yeti" was also one she often read.

"Don't you think it's strange? Even Sien admits the content in them is true, but we all know Lockhart is a fraud."

Hermione was clearly confused for a long time.

At this moment, two balls of fire floated over from the corner of the corridor.

Fred and George ran in front of Harry in the corridor, striding forward, shouting:

"Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, the most evil wizard has arrived……"

Hermione was very dissatisfied with this behavior.

"This is not something to make fun of, and Harry is not the Heir of Slytherin."

She said coldly.

"Alright, Miss Granger,"

Fred said,

"But Harry is short on time."

"Yeah, he has to rush to the Chamber of Secrets to have tea with his fanged servant."

George said, laughing loudly.

Harry knew that Fred and George at least thought the idea of him being the Heir of Slytherin was ridiculous, which made him feel relieved.

Soon, he said something astonishing:

"Even if I had a fanged servant, I wouldn't choose to have tea with it."

His words made Fred feel very surprised:

"Good idea, Harry." ===== CHAPTER 567 =====