I’m Only A Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor

“Waiting for the pudding.” Neither Harry nor Ron spoke. Only Hermione replied.

Lavender looked at them suspiciously, “I’ve never seen you guys like pudding so much before?”

Just as she was talking, all kinds of desserts suddenly appeared on the table. In front of Harry and the others, there was a cup of mango-flavoured pudding. The three were all stunned when they saw the pudding in front of them.

“You guessed it right, Hermione!” Ron shouted excitedly, getting up from his chair.

His shout startled the Gryffindors around who were eating and even the students at the Slytherin table.

Draco sneered with a bandaged arm hanging from his neck, “Did saw a Dementor coming in, Weasley?”

The Slytherin students laughed, but Ron, Harry, and Hermione didn’t pay any attention to them. They stared at the cup of pudding in front of them as if they were looking at some rare treasure.

“Crazy, they’re crazy.” Parvati moved her chair aside.

Harry held up a glass full of mango pudding, spooned some out of it, and put it in his mouth to taste, “It’s pudding!”

Hearing his confirmation, Ron and Hermione slumped back into their chairs, “At least one thing we can be sure of now, and that is that the jinx will fail when Professor Forrest knows that the jinx will fail.”

Hermione said sternly, “Whether there will be a dessert such as pudding at noon is not certain. Under normal circumstances, if the professor says that the pudding can be eaten at noon, there should be none of them here.”

“But it cannot be ruled out that when he said this while pudding was already prepared and the fact that there was pudding at noon has become an established fact. Even the professor’s jinx cannot change this result when it was bound to happen.”

Although such a possibility of not happening is small, it cannot be ruled out. The highlight should be the afternoon Charms class and the weather changes. After leaving the Hall, Harry and Ron don’t stay in the common room but come to the Charms classroom with Hermione nearly an hour earlier.

They found a position by the window and kept lying in front of it, looking at the sky outside. The weather was dark in the morning, but it was completely clear. The sun shone high, and it was obviously a sunny day.

But what Sherlock said in the morning was, “It should be sunny in the afternoon.”

It was only less than one o’clock in the afternoon, and there were still several hours before the whole afternoon was over. Harry and the others did not jump to conclusions prematurely. Sitting in the classroom like this, they finally waited for class time.

Professor Flitwick instructed them to open a book and find the page regarding the Mending Charm.

“Mending Charm is a spell very commonly used by wizards in daily life. It can restore some damaged items that have no magical properties or a small amount of magical properties to a good state.”

“This spell is not difficult. Some students may have mastered it in the first or second grade, but now we are officially starting to learn it.”

“The chant of the spell is ‘Reparo,’ so remember to say it clearly.”

The Mending Charm is indeed a simple spell, which not only Hermione mastered in the first year but also Harry and Ron at the beginning of the second year. When Ron’s wand broke last semester, he tried to fix it with this spell, but it could not be repaired.

Harry and the others all learned it, but Seamus was certain to have never learned it. Just five days ago, he accidentally broke his teacup, and Ron cast a spell to help him repair it.

When Professor Flitwick finished teaching the spelling technique and let the students below practice it on their own, Harry and the others did not move but stared at Seamus, who was sitting in front of them.

Their eyes were too obvious, and Seamus noticed them. He felt something on his back and turned to look at the three.

“What are you staring at me for?”

Harry waved his hand, “Nothing, we just suddenly felt that you look good today.”

Seamus believed what he said, excitedly raising the bangs in front of his forehead with his hands: “Really? Did you notice that I used some of that cream today, too?”

Harry was not interested in the brand of skin cream he was using; he just wanted to know if Seamus was going to explode something in this class.

“Yes, you look good today, Seamus. You can continue practicing the spell Professor Flitwick just instructed us.”

Seamus blushed at his praise, “Oh, thank you, Harry, but I do think I’m looking good today.”

As he spoke, he raised his wand and pointed it at the parchment torn in half on the table. Seeing his movements, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all held their breaths, and they were more nervous than Seamus.

Under their gaze, Seamus waved his wand according to the method taught by Professor Flitwick just now while chanting a spell in his mouth.

“Reparo!”

A faint white light flashed across the tip of the wand, and the spell took effect instantly, flawlessly re-bonding the parchment that had been torn in two.

“You know what? I’m on a roll today!” Seamus raised his head proudly. “I felt from the moment I stepped into this classroom that no matter what spells Professor Flitwick will teach us today, I could learn them.”

The three did not speak; they were staring at the restored parchment as if watching some miracle. At this time, Professor Flitwick happened to pass by Seamus. He saw his perfect performance and praised him.

“Excellent work, Mr. Finnigan. This is the first time I’ve been teaching a new spell without seeing you blow up your desk.”

“It was an accident before, and today is what normally happens when I try to focus, Professor,” Seamus said confidently.

At this moment, Harry and the others were a bit shocked. In this way, the spell was successfully used for the first time, which could not be something that Seamus would do.

In this class, apart from Harry and the others sitting behind Seamus, Seamus didn’t even have a tablemate.

“Does this further confirm Hermione’s guess?” Ron said in a trembling voice.

Hermione was white. She stared at Seamus, who was triumphantly tearing open the parchment again. She repeatedly used the repair spell to verify her results and whispered.

“Perhaps we can take the initiative to increase the difficulty a little bit.”

As she said that, she moved forward to Seamus’s side, and Harry and Ron looked at her in surprise. Seamus was also surprised. He looked at Hermione and asked.

“Is something wrong, Hermione?”

Hermione stared at him, “Listen, do you feel that you’re in good shape lately?”

Seamus shrugged, “I’m always in good shape.”

“I’ll teach you another spell now. Can you be sure to learn it right away and use it?” Hermione said.

Harry and Ron both heard what Hermione was going to do at this time, and they both looked at Hermione in shock, admiring her courage and boldness. If Seamus used an unlearned spell and exploded at this time, Hermione would be the first to suffer the jinx.

Seamus felt like he heard what Hermione was trying to do. After all, he was charming today, and even Hermione, who usually only played with Harry Ron, couldn’t hold it back.

Seamus didn’t say a word just now. The moment he walked into the classroom, he really felt that he was feeling good, and he had never felt so perfect.

Therefore, without any hesitation, he agreed, “Of course I can.”

Hermione’s spell knowledge far exceeded that of a normal third-year student. As soon as she got her answer, she gave Seamus a spell that was difficult to learn.

“Bubble Head Charm is a spell that allows wizards to breathe underwater. It creates a protective bubble-like layer above his neck and keeps the air in it.”

She instructed Seamus, and Seamus dared to learn it. After listening to Hermione’s explanation, he was eager to start his first attempt. Harry and Ron suddenly leaned back far away from him and pulled Hermione back, by the way.

However, there was no explosion as they imagined. Seamus perfectly reproduced Hermione’s demonstration. The first time he would learn this spell was in the sixth grade; he successfully cast it. Above the neck, it forms a layer of bubbles that wraps the air.

Harry and Ron stared at Seamus, but Hermione’s eyes became dull. In this class, Seamus seemed to have received some powerful blessing. Even if it was a difficult spell, he could cast it successfully. Even if he couldn’t, he would never explode like before.

Everything has changed, like on that road in France. Professor Forrest not only lost his jinx but also turned it into a wishing lamp.