"So, have people really seen the Inferi?"

Parvati Patil asked in her high-pitched voice, "Is he really using the Inferi?"

"The Dark Lord has used the Inferi in the past,"

Snape said, "This means we should assume that he will use them again.

alright……"

He walked around to the other side of the classroom and walked towards the podium, his black robe swinging behind him, and the eyes of the whole class followed him again.

"...I think you are still new to the use of silent spells.

What are the benefits of silent spells?”

Hermione immediately raised her hand.

Snape glanced at the whole class calmly, and when he saw that there was no other choice, he said stiffly: "Miss Granger?"

"Your opponent doesn't know what magic you're planning to cast," Hermione said, "which gives you a momentary advantage."

"This answer is copied exactly from "Standard Spells, Level 6","

Snape said contemptuously, "But it's basically correct.

Yes, you can achieve an unexpected effect by not speaking the spell out loud when performing magic.

Of course, not all wizards can do this.

It takes a lot of concentration and willpower, and some people,"

His eyes stayed on Harry's face again, "No."

Harry knew that Snape was remembering those terrible Occlumency lessons last term.

But he refused to lower his eyes and just glared at Snape. Finally, Snape looked away.

"Now, you can divide into groups of two,"

Snape continued, "One person tries to hex another person, but is not allowed to say it aloud.

The other tried to fight off the curse, but was also not allowed to make a sound.

let's start."

Snape didn't know that Harry had taught half the class how to cast the Iron Armor Charm last term.

However, none of them recited this incantation silently.

As you can imagine, a lot of cheating followed.

Many students were chanting incantations quietly without amplifying their voices.

As expected, ten minutes into the class, Hermione successfully repelled the Weak Legs Curse whispered by Neville without saying a word.

Harry thought resentfully that any reasonable teacher would have given Gryffindor twenty points for such an amazing result, but Snape just pretended not to see it.

When the students were practicing, he dragged his robes and patrolled among them, like before, like a giant bat, and deliberately stopped to watch Harry and Ron practicing with difficulty.

Ron was about to cast a curse on Harry, his face turned red and he closed his mouth tightly, for fear that he would not be able to resist the temptation and whisper the spell softly.

Harry raised his wand, nervously waiting to repel a spell that seemed never to come.

"It's really bad, Weasley." Snape looked at it for a while and said, "Here... let me do it for you..."

Soon enough, he suddenly turned his wand to Harry. Harry reacted instinctively, forgetting all about the silent spell, and shouted: "Armor for protection!"

However, the force of the Iron Armor Curse he released at this time was too great, and Snape was knocked off balance and hit a table.

The whole class turned their heads and watched Snape struggling to regain his footing, with angry expressions on his face.

"Do you remember I told you we were practicing Silent Charms, Potter?"

"Remember."

"Remember, sir."

"You don't have to call me 'sir', Professor."

Before he could react, these words came out of his mouth.

Several students around him gasped in surprise, including Hermione.

However, behind Snape, Ron, Dean and Seamus all had appreciative smiles on their faces.

"Solitary confinement, Saturday night, in my office."

Snape said: "I will not allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter...even the Savior."

"So beautiful, Potter!"

Ron said with a happy giggle as they came out for recess a moment later.

"You really shouldn't have said that."

Hermione frowned at Ron and said, "What happened to you then?"

"He wanted to cast a curse on me, but you probably didn't notice!"

Harry said angrily, "I've had enough of this in Occlumency classes!

Why didn't he find someone else to be his guinea pig?

What kind of medicine did Dumbledore sell in his gourd that made him teach defense skills?

Did you hear the way he talked about the dark arts?

He loves them!

All those unpredictable, indestructible things—"

"Yeah," said Hermione, "I think he sounds a bit like you."

"like me?"

"Yeah, that's what you said when you told us what it felt like to face Voldemort.

You said that just memorizing a lot of spells is not enough, it also requires your whole body, your mind and your courage - isn't this what Snape said?

Didn’t he say it involved bravery and quick thinking?”

Harry didn't expect Hermione to think that his words were as worthy of being remembered as "Standard Spells". He immediately lost his anger and said nothing more.

"Hey, Harry!"

Harry turned his head and saw Jack Sloper, a beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team last semester, running towards him with a roll of parchment in his hand.

"For you."

Sloper said breathlessly: "I heard you became the captain, when will the trials be held?"

"It hasn't been decided yet,"

Harry said that he privately believed that Slopper would not return to the team unless auspicious stars struck.

"I will inform you when the time comes."

"Oh, okay. I was hoping it would be this weekend—"

But Harry no longer listened to him. He recognized the long, slanted font on the parchment. Before Sloper could finish speaking, he hurried away with Ron and Hermione.

Unrolled the parchment.

Dear Harry:

I plan to start giving you private lessons this Saturday.

Please come to my office at eight o'clock in the evening.

I hope you had a great first day of school.

Yours faithfully

Albus Dumbledore

Also: I like sour soda.

"He likes sour soda?"

Ron said, reading the message over Harry's shoulder with a puzzled look on his face.

"It was through the stone monster outside his office."

Harry lowered his voice and said: "Snape will definitely be unhappy...I can't go to his place for confinement!"

The two of them were talking happily when Hermione suddenly felt her notebook vibrate slightly. She quickly lowered her head and glanced down. Fortunately, neither Harry nor Ron noticed her movement.

There is a line of writing on the notebook, which should be an address, and the time is actually the same as what Dumbledore gave.
Chapter completed!