Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 310 A unique lesson
Ryan suddenly felt that his sincerity had been eaten by a dog.

You have to know that he is an immortal being, why would he want to have a child?

Xenophilius Lovegood is such a bad guy, he has taught little Luna bad things!

He originally thought that Luna was a little white rabbit, but unexpectedly she was a black-hearted rabbit!
"Ahem, Luna, I think you should prepare well. It will be 9 o'clock in a little while."

"Besides, shouldn't you make some new friends?"

"I'll go first," Ryan said.

Then it suddenly disappeared.

"Luna? Were you here just now? Why didn't I see you?" In the Charms classroom, Ginny took Luna's hand and introduced her to the friend she had just met.

On the other side, Ryan and Hermione finished their breakfast and came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

As soon as he entered the classroom, even Ryan was surprised for a moment.

This made Ryan sigh that he had been suppressing his curiosity and it was worth it not to observe the layout of the classroom in advance.

This place doesn't look like a Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at all, it's more like a movie theater.

The floor of the entire classroom is stepped like the screening room in a movie theater, and the blackboard has been replaced by a large projection screen.

On the right side of the curtain is a small podium.

This must be where Riddle will be staying for a while.

The students' seats were also replaced with integrated massage chair-style sofas.

However, this is probably the most Slytherin Muggle cinema.

It is all dark green and silver, with snake elements all over the carpet and ceiling.

At this moment, the other Ravenclaw students have arrived.

The boys in Harry's group sat next to him at the back, while the girls occupied the first row, leaving the middle strangely empty.

And Tom Riddle had not yet arrived.

Ryan pulled Hermione to sit in the middle right seat.

"Is he going to show us a movie?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

She could not have imagined that in the wizarding world, at Hogwarts, there would be a day to watch a movie.

You know, movies have never appeared in the British wizarding world.

"Who knows?" Under Ryan's expectant gaze, time quickly came to 9 o'clock.

As the bell rang, Riddle, dressed in a green striped suit, walked into the classroom with brisk steps.

Riddle picked up the roll call and paused when he called Harry's name.

"You must be Harry."

"We just said hello yesterday."

"But as a professor I have a question for you."

"What did you learn last year?" Riddle smiled kindly, like the big brother next door.

"We learned the basics of how to deal with dark creatures, how to deal with them if you don't have magic, and what to do if you're attacked - for example, we learned how to treat a werewolf bite."

"As for spells, we have learned the Spark Charm, which can let nearby wizards know that you are in danger."

"That's all, Professor," Harry replied after a moment's thought.

Next to him, Ron's eyes widened.

He had never expected Harry to have this attitude, as if Riddle on the podium was just an ordinary professor.

It's a bit embarrassing to say, but after knowing Riddle's true identity and being in the same room with him, Ron felt that his robes were about to be soaked with cold sweat.

He always felt that Riddle would suddenly stand up and give them an Avada Kedavra, or torture them with the Cruciatus Curse. "That's all? I remember Dumbledore taught you." Riddle's tone sounded a little disappointed.

But the next second he smiled again, "Harry, I heard Dumbledore talk about your amazing Red Spark Charm. He said you used your wand to do something he had never seen before."

"Can I take a look?" Harry stood up when he heard Riddle's request.

Walked to the open space next to the podium.

Harry also wanted to see how this spell would react to Riddle.

He was very curious about this, because he was the first Voldemort who had not reacted to the power within him.

The main body of Voldemort and the 'heart' part of the locket are different.

Although after his birthday, Sirius repeatedly emphasized that Riddle was not a big problem.

But Harry still had his doubts, and now was the best opportunity to test it.

"Periculum!" Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it towards the sky. A stream of holy, beautiful fireworks gushed out from the tip of Harry's wand.

Harry still covered it up, he could now turn it into a phoenix.

"It's really amazing, is this love? Wonderful, so wonderful!" Riddle put his hand directly into the fireworks.

"careful!"

"Professor Riddle!"

"I hope his face is okay."

"I'll give you artificial respiration in a moment."

"I come!"

"I should come!"

Looking at Riddle's bold move, the little witches in the front row said worriedly.

However, nothing happened.

The girls in the front row made sounds of relief and disappointment.

Relaxed because the Riddle classroom they were concerned about would not be hurt.

The loss is because of the artificial respiration that happens in their imagination with themselves as the protagonist.

"Ten points to Ravenclaw! Thank you for your cooperation, Harry." Riddle asked Harry to return to his seat.

He drew his wand, and the room suddenly went dark. Behind them all, a beam of light shone on the curtain, and the words "Magic in the Muggle World" appeared.

Everyone also exclaimed.

"I think students from the Muggle world are very familiar with this. Yes, it is the movie. Some students may ask, this is obviously the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. If you have studied my book before, you will understand why I call them magic."

"The definition of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to use spells, curses, and even poison spells to defend against or directly attack instead of defend against the invasion of dark magic."

"But in my opinion, these things are more dangerous than dark magic." Riddle pointed to the weapons slowly appearing on the curtain - pistols, sniper rifles, cannons and other Muggle weapons.

It also contains a detailed description of each spell and the spells that are equivalent to the destructive power they create.

"Like wizards, we need to study hard. It will take five years for most students to learn the spells I mentioned above."

"And the weapons I just mentioned can be mass-produced by the Muggle world."

"Take the pistol, which is what we in the wizarding world call a metal wand, for example."

"Generally speaking, the cost of a pistol is around 250 pounds, which is about 50 gold Galleons at the current exchange rate, which is the price range of Ollivander's wand without discounts." Riddle pointed to the curtain again, which showed the daily output of an ordinary weapons factory.

"Now you understand why I teach you this. Ollivanders, and even an ordinary spell craftsman can only make three wands a day at most, while an ordinary factory can make about 3. And they only need to pull the trigger, and a child can use it." Riddle said earnestly.

(End of this chapter)