Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

I never expected to see him today.

“Uwu comes here every day for a while, and I usually come over to feed it some raw meat,” Luna explained, then looked at Hermione.

Seeing her calm reaction, Luna said happily, "You really can see it!"

Hermione nodded, saying nothing, but listening quietly.

"My mother died in a magic experiment two years ago, and I have been able to see it ever since."

Luna recalled, "My father said it was a Thestral, and only those who have witnessed death can see it."

“Oh, right,” she said, turning to Hermione, “she was reading that book, ‘Introduction to Dangerous Magical Experiments’.”

“Since you can see it, you must have seen death as well.” Luna stared at Hermione’s face. “But my intuition tells me that it’s more than just ‘seen’.”

Hermione nodded and said, "You're right. I've not only seen it, but I've also... killed it."

To everyone's surprise, Luna was not afraid at all. Instead, she happily clapped her hands together, seemingly pleased that she had guessed correctly.

"Just as I suspected, I was right!"

Hermione smiled, took a piece of raw meat from her bag, fed it to Thestral, and took the opportunity to collect a vial of blood.

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Although Luna didn't know what she was doing, she didn't stop her. Only after Thestral had eaten and drunk his fill and left did she take a magazine out of her clothes and hand it to Hermione.

"Thank you for helping me find the shoes. This is a return gift for you."

Hermione opened the magazine, where several large words were written.

Sing a different tune.

Good grief, so you're promoting your own products now, aren't you?

Hermione knew that her family was the editor-in-chief of this magazine, which had been at odds with the Ministry of Magic's official Daily Prophet for years, yet still had surprisingly high sales.

No wonder Luna has been a conspiracy theorist since she was a child.

"Oh dear, it's almost time. Let's talk later!"

Luna skipped and hopped away, but halfway there she suddenly remembered something, snapped back to her senses, waved goodbye, and then continued on her way.

……

Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Watching Lockhart muttering to himself, as if reciting his lines, Hermione quietly approached the expressionless Snape beside her and whispered:

"I say... Professor Snape, do you have some kind of leverage over him?"

Since the last petrification incident, Lockhart seemed to see an opportunity and went to Dumbledore to apply for the opening of the Duel Club.

The reason given is to enhance students' self-protection abilities.

Ironically, Dumbledore actually agreed.

Therefore, all subsequent Defense Against the Dark Arts classes will be moved to the Duel Club, and today's theme is wizard duel practice.

I don't know what method Lockhart used, but he managed to get Snepla to be his sparring partner.

Upon hearing this, Snape's lips twitched.

After a long while, he slowly managed to squeeze out two words.

"Ask less."

"Ah."

Hermione didn't care; she probably already guessed the reason.

If someone else had asked him, Snape might not have agreed.

But Lockhart insisted, and he had to go.

Because... what's about to happen is a damn practical lesson!

If Lockhart were to organize some kind of inter-student combat exercise and drag Harry into it, he wasn't confident that Lockhart could protect Harry's safety.

Therefore, Snape had to be there to keep an eye on things; otherwise, he wouldn't feel at ease.

Hermione didn't expose him; the old bat still had some shame and didn't dare let people know that he actually cared a lot about Harry.

Upon arriving at the Duel Club, students from various colleges were already in place.

Because it was a long class today, wizards from all three years came to the scene, and the entire dueling arena was surrounded by layers of people.

Lockhart stepped onto the stage, head held high and chest puffed out.

"My dear students, today is a practical Defense Against the Dark Arts class that I, Gilderoy Lockhart, have personally arranged for you to attend. Please look forward to what follows!"

Although everyone lacked confidence in Lockhart after the previous teaching incident, their eyes were still filled with anticipation upon learning that they would be able to participate in wizard duels.

In the crowd, Hermione spotted a familiar face at a glance.

While Lockhart was still giving his long talk, she quietly moved to the back of the crowd.

"How did you come?"

Hermione asked.

She remembered that first graders didn't participate in real combat.

"I suddenly wanted to come and see you. I heard that Professor Lockhart is teaching this course, so I thought I'd drop by."

Luna said.

He casually picked up a paper bag.

"Look, I even brought you a chocolate frog!"

Do you think I'm Ron...? Hermione was speechless.

But when he saw Luna's clear and sincere eyes, he still took the paper bag.

Seeing this, Luna laughed even more happily.

At this point, Lockhart finally finished his opening remarks.

"Now, before we begin the actual combat, please let my teaching assistant, Hermione Granger, give you a basic introduction to the dark magic."

Hermione stepped onto the stage.

This was not a surprise attack, but something she and Lockhart had planned long ago.

Since the last lesson, perhaps knowing he couldn't complete the teaching, or perhaps because of the deception that night, Lockhart placed great trust in Hermione, he entrusted her with the entire arrangement of the teaching content.

Although he was still nominally a professor at this point, the two had actually switched roles.

Seeing that all eyes were on her, Hermione then said:

"The so-called Defense Against Dark Magic is to teach you how to protect yourself from harm in the face of dark magic and dark creatures. I believe that you have had some contact with and understanding of dark creatures in previous courses."

"So now, can anyone tell me what black magic is?"

The wizards below the stage exchanged glances.

Although Hermione was about the same age as them and didn't talk much, her few words conveyed an undeniable aura.

The aura he exuded far surpassed that of Quirrell and Lockhart, and even the notoriously imposing Snape paled in comparison.

"Is this the witch of Gryffindor...?" everyone murmured to themselves.

A Hufflepuff male student raised his hand.

"name?"

Hermione looked at him.

Feeling the witch's gaze, the boy swallowed hard and mustered his courage to say:

"Justin Finley, Miss Witch."

Hermione paused for a moment.

This was the first time she had been addressed in this way in public.

"Very well, continue."

Seeing Hermione's affirmation, Justin became much bolder:

"Black magic is magic specifically used to harm, control, or even kill others; it is extremely evil magic."

Hermione nodded:

"Then, can anyone tell me what exactly the Unforgivable Curse, which is known as one of the three top-tier dark magic spells, is?"

Chapter 84 One Staff, Three Combos

Upon hearing the "Unforgivable Curse," the students present held their breath.

Taking a deep breath, Justin said:

"The Unforgivable Curse is the Imperishable Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and..."

At this point, he paused.