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Chapter 37 Professor Delfino's Lesson 1

Since the fall/winter semester of 1991 began on the first Thursday of September, the class schedule naturally had to follow that as well.

The first-year students of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were lucky, because their first two classes on Thursday mornings happened to be Defense Against the Dark Arts taught by Professor Delfino.

Harry and his classmates were excited about it all night.

After all, who wouldn't want to be educated by a powerful wizard who can stop a runaway train?

Moreover, over the past three days, Harry has listened to the discussions of some older students and has also come to understand one thing: a wizard having a wand and not having a wand are two completely different things.

Professor Delfino stopped the runaway train without his wand.

On Wednesday night, before going to bed, Harry made up his mind that he must not be late the next morning in order to avoid making a bad impression on the new professor.

However, reality is often not what we wish for.

"Can you believe it, Harry, we were late on the very first day!"

"Ron sighed. After wandering around the castle for an hour, the two boys finally found the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at 8:01.

Breathless, Harry had no time to respond to Ron's complaints. He grabbed his backpack and rushed into the classroom (which was full of students, all of whom were watching them), and he and Ron found a seat at random.

"Where did you all go?"

Neville blinked his round eyes and asked in a low voice through a brown-skinned girl with pretty features.

"Is there any other possibility, Neville?"

Ron said,

"We're lost...we didn't even have time for breakfast."

"Oh, I'm not lost."

Neville said happily, his round face shining.

"I found my way to the auditorium."

Harry noticed that Hermione Granger, who shared a compartment with them on the train, had just given them a disdainful look, but Harry ignored her and instead craned his neck to look at the podium, which was also empty.

"Where is Professor Delfino?"

"Perhaps I'm lost, just like you."

Dean, who was sitting in front of them, shrugged and turned to them with a look of sympathy.

"It's not impossible... wait!"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and muttered something to himself. Then, he began to turn his neck and look around at the students, and he quickly noticed something was wrong.

He saw not only freshmen from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, but even Slytherin and Ravenclaw...

He couldn't mistake him—the blond boy, Draco Malfoy, was looking at him with a mocking expression. Harry happened to know that he had been assigned to Slytherin—Ron had told him that many dark wizards had come from there.

"What's going on? Both Slytherin and Ravenclaw's are here."

"Don't you know?"

Neville whispered something to them through the brown-skinned girl (which annoyed the girl).

"There's a notice posted in the lobby that all four academies will be teaching defensive magic together this morning. It's a temporary arrangement, and it will be adjusted next week."

"Then we definitely don't know—"

Ron rolled his eyes.

"Have you forgotten, Neville? We didn't have time to go to the Great Hall for breakfast."

It was already 8:05, and Professor Delfino was still nowhere to be seen. The once quiet classroom gradually became noisy.

"Hey, Potter!"

The stern-faced blond boy from Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, was peering across the row of Ravenclaw students, a nasty smile on his face.

"Your ugly scar doesn't hurt anymore!"

Harry's gloomy gaze swept over them.

He knew Malfoy was referring to what happened on the train... Ron later told him what had happened during the ten minutes he was unconscious.

"Where's your nose, Malfoy?"

A vague feeling began to form in Harry's mind: this boy named Malfoy would have many conflicts with him during his seven years of schooling.

He glared at him back, unfazed.

"Did Mrs. Pomfrey put your nose on backwards, so your nostrils are pointing upwards?"

Ron immediately clutched his stomach and burst into laughter, while Neville stared at Harry with awe.

Draco Malfoy narrowed his grey eyes, glancing back at Crabbe and Goyle, the two chubby boys, as the three boys prepared to get up—

"Phew... Sorry, sorry—"

A teacher who seemed to be in a hurry walked into the open classroom—to be precise, it was Professor Delfino.

He hurried to the podium, took a few breaths, wiped the few strands of hair sticking up on his forehead, and said to them...

I overslept.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, both seeing the smile in each other's eyes.

Oversleeping isn't much better than getting lost.

"Well, um—"

Professor Delfino looked around the crowded classroom.

"I won't call roll today—well, you're probably all curious why I brought all four colleges together, aren't you?"

The students hesitated, nodding haphazardly.

"Well, before I officially begin teaching this course, there are a few things I think I should clarify."

Professor Delfino said,

"That is to say, I'm afraid I won't be able to teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts for the next seven years—"

Some students didn't react much to the professor's statement, but others, like Harry or Hermione, were confused.

"Some students from magical families probably know that the instructors of Defense Against the Dark Arts are always shrouded in uncertainty... In short, as Professor Dumbledore said at the orientation party last night—to meet with misfortune, to die an unexpected and tragic death."

Seeing the astonished faces, Ares smiled happily.

"Oh, of course, if I'm lucky, I believe I'll only have a bit of bad luck—but, oh, for you, I'm afraid misfortune will be constant. Because you'll be facing the reality of constantly changing Defense Against the Dark Arts professors."

"Really?"

Harry couldn't hide his surprise and looked at Ron questioningly.

"One per year, without exception."

Ron glanced sympathetically at Professor Delfino, then answered Harry's question with his eyes.

"Percy said so."

"Each Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has a different teaching style, uses different teaching materials, has a different level of Defense Against the Dark Arts expertise, and therefore a different teaching level—"

Professor Delfino continued,

"Assuming the above is true, then in this situation, you must possess a certain quality if you want to pass the wizard-level exam."

"What is that, Professor Delfino?"

Mr. Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff raised his hand to ask. He looked a little anxious about the future Professor Delfino had described... which wasn't surprising; basically, everyone wants to be outstanding.

"Self-learning ability".

Ares answered the question with a smile.