msmithbooks Chapter 14 The Uncute Freshman
Chapter 14 The Uncute Freshman
"Come on, she's a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, why don't you talk about it?" Wan Mo also chuckled softly. "The beautiful Professor Rose was born in Gryffindor. You must know that Gryffindor's nerves are always...somewhat inaccurate. Thomas, you should be glad that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a blonde beauty instead of a full-blown girl. A man with a strange and wretched body, or an idiot, or a gloomy old man with missing eyes and legs."
Thinking about the scene Wan Mo had described, Thomas shuddered.
Well, think about poor Harry Potter, the first year professor is a stuttering Death Eater who smells like garlic and has a Dark Lord on the back of his head, the second year is a brazen scumbag who goes around showing off his feathers and stealing the fruits of other people's labor, and the third year Simply came a werewolf who was listed as a 5X-level dangerous creature by the Ministry of Magic. In the fourth year, he changed into a black wizard who was an old man with a bad temper and lacked eyes and legs. In the fifth year, he became the short, fat and wide-mouthed girl who likes pink. The middle-aged toad who talked about war on paper, finally changed to his ultimate natural enemy at the age of six-Severus Snape, cold, dark, gloomy and greasy, likes to deduct points and always uses a malicious tone to call the poor Little Mr. Potter's head is so low that even he himself can't help but start to doubt his IQ professor of Potions.
It's hard for Harry Potter, who can't die anyway, to learn some practical defense against the dark arts skills in the third, fourth, and sixth grades. With such skills, he still destroys the Dark Lord once a year, with a few Death Eaters, ( Aunt Rowling's golden finger is at the extreme) Most of his last powerful defense against the dark arts were honed out in actual combat.
His parents were much luckier than the poor boy.
"Professor Rose." A Ravenclaw held up his hand.
"Mr. Wilson, please." Rose noticed him.
"Vampires are just level 3X evil magical creatures that can be dealt with by 'capable wizards', but the books I read before mentioned that vampires are descendants of vampires. Although most people think they are the same creature now, I Thought they were different, even though the Ministry of Magic currently doesn't mention this race in its class of magical creatures." The Ravenclaw stood up with a serious expression on his face.
Everyone looked at this Ravenclaw from the ancient nobles. You must know that the nobles have more secrets and secrets than most families in the wizarding world. The ancient books kept by some big families can even be traced back hundreds of years. millennium.
"Yes, they are different." The beautiful blond professor stared at him and hesitated for a moment before giving an affirmative answer.
"The blood race is even more powerful than dragons, and the level of danger is above the 5X level classified by the Ministry of Magic." She narrated slowly and carefully. "Existing vampires are their mutated descendants. They have inherited nothing but the desire to become bats and bloodsuckers. Vampires exist because of appetite and hunt. They don't have much brains. They attack people for bloodsucking. The living dead; but the vampires are different. They were called the nobles of the night many years ago. They are rational and cruel. Except for their pale skin, they look the same as normal people. Slowly cutting a living person into hundreds of pieces, and crosses and garlic have absolutely no effect on them, and of course holy water."
The faces of the little wizards turned blue.
Rose paused, and continued, "It is said that the blood race hates strong light extremely. To kill them, the only way to kill them is to pierce their heart with a pure silver tool, but the difficulty is higher than killing a dragon. The speed of the blood race is terrifying."
No, the bad habit of the blood race to torture its prey is only because they accidentally developed some slender guys when they developed their descendants. They are empty, lonely and lacking in love. Envious of all "living" lives, most of the vampires in this situation will soon kill themselves.
Fast speed can use large-scale cold magic to slow them down, and there are at least ten ways to kill a blood family among hell monsters.
Wan Mo complained in his heart.
"You said 'legend'?" Ravenclaw who initiated the question caught the word.
"Yes, 'Legend'." The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts smiled and shook the wand in his hand, "The book Mr. Wilson was reading must be very old. In fact, the last record of the blood race was 300 years ago. , so the current Ministry of Magic doesn't classify him as a magical creature, and Merlin knows why they disappeared, but that's how it is."
The dark atmosphere in the classroom suddenly eased, and no one would panic because of an extinct race.
"It doesn't make sense. It is said in the book that blood races can exist for thousands of years, and the longer they exist, the stronger their magic power will be. How could they just disappear from the magic world?" Little Wilson murmured.
The truth is—the vampires are still wandering in the world, but the young ones went to the Muggle world, disguised more like humans, and the ancient ones stayed in hell to guard the domain of the gods, and they didn't come out for dozens or hundreds of years. "Speaking of vampires, Myers, your Slytherin friend, Mr. Snape, looks darker than a vampire. As one of the few friends who dare to show kindness to him, you should really persuade him that a different way of life would be more welcome. .” Thomas expressed his kind little opinion to Wan Mo while taking notes.
"Thomas, you can just say he's not very likable, I really don't mind." Wanmo replied casually, "But that's the way of life he chose, and people like Severus don't care about it." Don’t care so much about what other people think.”
"Well, I didn't say that." Thomas puffed up his cheeks and shrugged.
"Oh, lovely Thomas, you know that's the only thing I like about him. I really can't get used to seeing Mr. Snape change his temper." Wan Mo couldn't help poking his bunny face with his finger——ah, If Snape could learn to be tactful and courteous, the White Wizard could dance cheek to cheek with the Dark Lord.
"Moers, are you a quirk?" Thomas slapped his unruly hands away and rolled his eyes indecently. Sometimes Moers treated him like he was teasing a child.
Professor Ross came over and tapped on the table in front of them.
Wan Mo smiled apologetically at her.