Michael's resentment lingered even as Defense Against the Dark Arts Class began.
On Tuesday, Ravenclaw had Defense Against the Dark Arts Class with Slytherin.
Hogwarts classes usually paired two houses together.
Only on special occasions, such as unique astronomical phenomena, would all four houses attend Astronomy Class together.
This was something Sean learned from Michael's incessant chatter along the way.
According to him,
Defense Against the Dark Arts Class was the most popular class at Hogwarts.
This brought Anthony and Terry's anticipation for Defense Against the Dark Arts Class to its peak.
Sean, walking behind, shook his head. Defense Against the Dark Arts Class was indeed captivating, but its teaching quality was concerning.
For the extremely important Defense Against the Dark Arts Class,
The first year's Professor was a stutterer,
The second year's Professor was a liar,
The third and fourth year's Professors were relatively normal,
By the fifth year, it turned into a pink magical toad.
The sixth year had Professor Snape, who finally got his wish,
The seventh year had a Death Eater who only persecuted and didn't teach.
Looking at it this way, out of seven years of Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, there were only three years where one could truly learn well.
Therefore, Sean decided to self-study.
He clutched "Magical Defense Theory" in his hand. This was a fifth-year book, but Sean had borrowed it in advance.
He felt he would need it,
It certainly wasn't because he could read books for free without paying.
After Defense Against the Dark Arts Class began, Sean's slight hope also vanished.
Although Sean knew that Professor Quirrell was once a talented Ravenclaw,
After becoming a two-faced person, he had clearly lost the knowledge he was so proud of.
Or rather, he no longer had the energy to display it.
At this moment,
Michael, in the front row, finally understood Sean's strange behavior.
Sean had sat in the back row early and had been engrossed in his studies since before class started.
Michael was still puzzled when a strong smell of garlic wafted into his nose.
Coupled with Professor Quirrell's stuttering, unclear recitation from the book,
Michael felt as if he had arrived in hell.
Terry, sitting closest to Quirrell, remained motionless, as if he had been suffocated.
Trolls are divided into several types:
Mountain Trolls, River Trolls, and Forest Trolls.
Mountain Trolls are the largest, with light gray bodies, bald heads, skin rougher than a rhinoceros, and physiques stronger than ten men.
However, their brains are only the size of a pea, so they are easily confused...
Sean was diligently reading "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection," a book written by Quentin Trimble.
Its cover had no text or patterns, only a deep black color,
Just like its content, it was concise and efficient.
Banshees, Ghouls, Hags, Trolls, Vampires, Werewolves, Yetis, Boggarts, Red Caps, Kappas, Hinkypunks, Grindylows, etc., were all packed into this thin book.
Even though it was already filled with detailed knowledge of various creatures and spirits,
It still had space to introduce some counter-Spells and dispelling charms.
These were truly practical things, so Sean repeatedly memorized them.
The only disappointment was that, given Professor Quirrell's condition, Sean would probably find it very difficult to learn real Defense Spell from him.
This meant Sean needed to self-study.
But whether it was Expelliarmus or Shield Charm,
They were advanced Spells.
At least Sean hadn't seen them in "Standard Spells: Beginner."
So how was Sean supposed to learn?
With Sean frowning, Defense Against the Dark Arts Class ended.
The Young Wizards fled the classroom as if escaping,
While Michael and Terry remained seated, motionless, as if they had achieved nirvana.
Sean walked over with a slight worry,
But unexpectedly, Michael pounced on him and roared,
"It's bitter!"
It startled Sean.
Compared to Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, the next Charms Class was undoubtedly something Sean looked forward to.
Professor Flitwick was not like some two-faced people; he was a Wizard with real teaching ability.
He would teach the Young Wizards how to wave their wands and the correct pronunciation of Spells, which was exactly what Sean needed.
Sean knew that a Wizard's power came from belief,
And was also called "the power of 'I think so'" by many in his previous life.
But constantly thinking seemed not to work; Sean, who had thought continuously for a week, knew this well.
His explanation for this was that a Wizard's power comes from belief, which is correct,
But how to think, and in what way to think, are also important components.
Just as Adalbert Waffling, "the father of magical theory," said in "magical theory":
"Most Wizards cannot control magic on their own, so they need the guidance of Spells and wands,
So that magic can be consciously manipulated to achieve its purpose."
...The Charms Class classroom was on the fourth floor, so the constantly changing spiral staircase caused great trouble for the Young Wizards.
All the Ravenclaw Young Wizards were stuck on one section of the staircase, and the staircase connected to the Charms Class classroom was slow to turn around.
Behind the crowd, Terry was writing and drawing in a notebook:
"I'll figure out the pattern soon."
Michael, beside him, covered his forehead:
"Terry, although I believe you can succeed, by the time you figure it out, we'll be late."
Facing the constantly passing time and the staircase that still wouldn't turn, the Young Wizards were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
Today was the Dean of Ravenclaw's first class, and all his Ravenclaws would be late—
Oh my goodness!
Sean sighed and continued reading his book.
He couldn't change the staircase, so he could only review his textbook in advance.
"Alright, alright, come closer, Terry, we really depend on you this time.
Sean, hurry up, at least don't be the last one to enter the classroom."
Michael said, pulling Sean forward, with Anthony and Terry following closely behind.
The four squeezed out a path.
"Are you ready, Terry?"
"Almost..."
"That's your fourth identical answer! Merlin's stinky socks under his briefs!"
Michael seemed to be losing his mind, tormented by garlic and the staircase.
Just then, Sean saw a very tall ghost pass through the wall.
Her appearance made Sean suddenly think of something.
"The Grey Lady."
Sean called out softly.
So The Grey Lady floated over, and the surrounding Young Ravenclaws immediately felt the temperature drop.
"A ghost, oh my goodness!"
"She's coming over!"
Many Young Wizards still feared ghosts more than they were curious about them.
Everyone immediately huddled together, and even the usually bold Michael trembled as he asked,
"Sean, what are you doing?"
"The Prefect said The Grey Lady might be related to the Eagle Ancestor, remember?"
Sean explained softly.
"The Grey Lady, can you help us get through the spiral staircase? We're going to be late for Charms Class."
Sean asked.
The Grey Lady didn't speak; she looked at Sean intently.
That one look almost gave Michael and Terry heart attacks.
"Too close... too close..."
"Sean, this doesn't seem like a good idea..."
Amidst their trembling voices, the staircase in front rumbled and turned, quickly connecting to the current staircase.
Michael and Terry's eyes widened.