After a spell class, only a few people can release the shield.

Miranda was probably the only person who could go to the front of the classroom and use a shield to fight against the armor's flames. She persisted calmly and calmly for a long time.

But Dumbledore did not give her the position of teaching assistant because he had people from other grades to test.

Hoffa wasn't sure why he was suddenly unable to release the shield spell. Maybe it was because his magic power was low, or maybe his talent for magic spells was not as strong as he thought.

Speaking of magic schools, there really are some indescribable talent factors in them.

However, he was not too worried about being unable to cast the shield spell for the time being. After all, this was his first time casting it, and he might need more practice.

After the first day of the new dean’s Charms class.

Early morning of September.

The Daily Prophet has arrived again.

This time, only one row of large characters remained on the entire newspaper page.

Britain and France declared war on Germany.

That morning, the entire auditorium was in a state of chaos, and no one was in the mood to eat.

If yesterday's blitz against Poland was just an omen.

So today's news is truly stormy.

When Miranda saw this line of news, her expression suddenly changed, and her entire mental field changed. Hoffa ignored her meal and stared at her closely.

But she still wore glasses after all and did not lose control of her emotions.

It's just that my fingers are shaking a little bit.

Aglaia's face turned pale when she saw this line of news. She murmured: "It's really a war. This...how many people are going to die?"

Hoffa didn't answer, but he knew that all this was just the beginning.

After breakfast time, all the students discussed the war intensely.

Some were filled with indignation, some were worried, some were frightened, some were confused, and some were even elated.

That smug guy was the ancestor Malfoy that Hoffa saw in Diagon Alley earlier. He was sitting at the Slytherin table and said arrogantly: "The Muggles are fighting and want me."

Said this is a good thing, after death, it is just an opportunity for us wizards to regain control of the world..."

He did not lower his voice at all, and Aglaia had a gloomy face while eating.

"Trash." She shook her head and said contemptuously.

...

After eating, the Hoffa trio prepared to attend the first class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a big class, and it will be taught by all four houses together.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is located in the largest amphitheater on the third floor. Unlike fifty years later, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in this era has not changed teachers for many years, and the classroom style is very stable.

There are many glass cabinets on the walls, and these cabinets are filled with specimens of various dangerous creatures.

A dark elf that eats human flesh.

The hollowed out vampire.

The shriveled werewolf corpse.

A monster as high as the ceiling.

There are even dismembered dementors.

Last year, Professor Melos never taught them the art of confrontation in a serious way. The course was still based on telling stories to cultivate interest.

But this year, Hoffa has previewed the textbook. The content they have to learn this year is more than ten times what was in last year's textbook. They have to learn half of the dark magic creatures in this classroom this year.

But when he just walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he saw a light-blond Malfoy holding a newspaper on the Slytherin table, sitting on the table like a boss, and talking loudly:

"No matter how many idiots die, it doesn't matter. These low-level creatures are so fertile, just like rats."

Tom Riddle stood among a group of Slytherins with his arms folded, his face showing both approval and disdain.

Some Hufflepuffs nearby covered their ears, and some Gryffindor students glared at him.

But he didn't care. He pointed to the news of war declaration in the newspaper and said: "All living things are like this. The lower the living beings are, the more they have to rely on reproduction to make up for their own shortcomings."

Before Hoffa could react, Aglaia beside her suddenly became angry. She immediately took out her wand, pointed at the Slytherins at the party and cursed: "A bunch of trash!"

As she cursed, a light blue shattering spell shot out.

The young man with light blond hair who was talking loudly just now jumped up on the table and got out of the way.

Others did not react so quickly, and the smashing spell containing anger smashed the table into pieces. Pages and papers flew around, and ink splashed on several people.

With a bang, all the Slytherins gathered around. They jumped off the table and raised their wands one after another.

"what are you doing?"

"Want to die?"

At this moment, violent magic fluctuations caused all the paper, pen, and pages on the table to explode and fly away.

The conflict came suddenly, and Hoffa didn't expect Aglaia to be so violent.

Seeing his attacker clearly, the boy with light blond hair jumped up after landing and cursed angrily: "It's you, a French half-breed who is causing trouble in Hogwarts."

"Do you have to show off your wise words in front of others, silverfish!" Aglaia scolded with great disdain: "What else do you do besides farting?"

"Say one more thing!?"

"I said you only fart!"

The spiky-headed boy pulled out his wand and pointed it at Aglaia without hesitation: "Petrify them all!"

Aglaia also raised her wand, and all the papers and pens floating in the sky floated up, rolled up into spikes one by one, and shot towards Malfoy like sharp arrows.

Tom Riddle at the Slytherin table crossed his arms and took a step forward with a playful expression.

An inexplicable spiritual force field appeared in the air, and the flying paper arrows exploded in mid-air.

Boom!!

Malfoy's petrification spell also hit a transparent shield, bounced off, and blew up a table.

Everything around became quiet.

The transparent shield disappeared, Miranda put down her wand and moved to Aglaia's side expressionlessly. Hoffa also took a step forward, looking alert.

The spiky-headed boy strode forward and glanced around: "Who dares to come up?"

Hoffa and Miranda stood in front of Aglaia. Miranda turned her head and said, "That's Abraxas Malfoy, the youngest son of the current patriarch of the Malfoy family."

Abraxas?

Hoffa frowned slightly. He had seen this Malfoy when he was in Diagon Alley. He didn't want to offend this guy at the time, but he didn't expect that he would still have a conflict with him after going to school.

What is this, the law of the universe?

But if nothing else, he was born with a weak aura, a typical blood supremacist wizard.

Malfoy walked slowly, his eyes flickering back and forth between the three people.

"Hmph, a mixed-race Drases, a Gorshak orphan without his grandfather's cover, and... who do you think you are, a pauper who is being kept by a rich woman?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

The whole Slytherin table burst into laughter.

Miranda and Aglaia immediately raised their wands, but Hoffa grabbed their wrists and suppressed the angry two.

Malfoy sneered: "How much money Drases gave you, I, Malfoy, will give you twice as much!"

Hoffa's face was expressionless, but his mental force field penetrated the entire classroom, and the dust on the ground shook slightly.

On the other side, Tom Riddle tilted his head slightly and took an imperceptible step forward.

Hoffa's mental force field was immediately pushed back several meters, and the secret casting of Broken Grip was interrupted.

Hoffa's attention instantly withdrew from the rampant Malfoy and turned to the "old guy" from the orphanage. The scene where Aglaia's transformation was interrupted in the air had already made him aware of the clues.

But now it seems that it was Tom Riddle who interrupted her transformation.

This guy, has he grown up like this in just one summer vacation? He is worthy of being the future Dark Lord.

The atmosphere in the classroom was tense, and some tiny pieces of paper were floating in the sky.

The Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors sitting on their seats silently picked up their books and stayed away from them.

But at this moment.

boom!!

The sound of a heavy door closing came from the door.

An old man in red robes strode into the door. He was slightly hunched, with a bald head and no hair, but he had a thick gray beard. He also held a marching cup used by Aurors to drink water.

It was the head of Gryffindor, the elderly Professor Mellors, an old Auror.
To be continued...