HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

The next night, Nalilian found time to go to the principal's office. It was not easy to find time because Kersten was at school and he and Seth took turns picking her up.

She had skipped astronomy class to go to the bathroom to see Headmaster Dumbledore.

When she arrived at the door, she didn't know the password, so she could only lean against it and wait.

Thinking about how to talk to Headmaster Dumbledore.

But the first ones to come out were the Weasley twins.

"Why are you here?" Fred asked quickly when he saw her surprised expression.

"I'm here to see Headmaster Dumbledore," Narilean said. "What about you?"

"I was caught running into the Forbidden Forest and came to write a self-apology to Headmaster Dumbledore," George said, looking like it was a trivial matter.

"Forbidden Forest?" Nalilian frowned. "It's very dangerous there."

"It's not dangerous," Fred said. When Nallylian looked unconvinced, he said, "Because we have props."

He took out a piece of parchment from his wizard robe, waved it in front of her, and put it back with an expression that said "ask me now", which was super childish.

Nalilian paused, remembering that the two men had a map called the Marauder's Map, which could mark the terrain and people inside Hogwarts.

She was impressed because the two of them often went on adventures with this picture, but they never discovered that Ron's mouse Scabbers was actually Peter Pettigrew in disguise.

They hadn't looked at Ron at all and noticed there was a man who shared his bed with Ron.

"Can I see it?" Nallylian asked, looking at Fred.

Just as Fred was about to take Joe, she said, "Please."

He pressed the map into her hands and said, "Okay, here you go."

George: ...

No, man, it's a principle.

Nalilian opened the map, and it was blank.

When Fred was about to take Joe again, George took out the magic spell faster than Fred and tapped it on the map, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Patterns and densely packed names emerged on the parchment.

Fred:……

No, man, it's a principle.

Nalilian squinted her eyes and searched on the map.

Sirius... Crouch Jr...

She soon found the name—

"Are you taking risks here?"

A voice interrupted and the three looked up. It was Sirius.

"Professor Black," Fred called out.

George looked at him.

Sirius casually glanced at the parchment in Narilian's hand and asked, "Did you find anything at the door of the principal's office?"

Narilean closed the parchment and looked at him, "I found you, Professor Black."

Sirius was startled and laughed.

"Perfect answer, Narilla," he said. "If you put it that way, I'll consider awarding extra points to Gryffindor."

Narilean handed the Marauder's Map to Fred. "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Black. You can give me extra points if you want, but I have to go to my astronomy class now."

She turned and ran.

Fred, who got the Marauder's Map, said: "Huh?"

George, who realized that Nalilian had skipped class, said: "Ah."

Dumbledore came out of the office door and saw Narilean running away: "Huh?"

*

The fourth-year Gryffindors were all looking forward to Sirius's first class. They had already heard from various colleges about the professor's teaching methods. Hufflepuffs taught in a patient and persuasive way, Ravenclaws asked questions, and Slytherin, of course, deducted points.

As for Gryffindor, I heard it's a baby flow -

The same teaching method as teaching a baby.

On Thursday morning, after the Transfiguration class, it was finally the turn of the Gryffindor fourth-year students to attend the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. They came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in a noisy manner.

Sirius was waiting here in advance. He leaned against the podium and flipped through a dragon leather book that was not much bigger than his palm.

When they came in, he put down the dragonhide book and looked at them, smiling, "The Ravenclaws haven't arrived yet, so it looks like you can get a seat first."

The Gryffindors cheered and rushed to the front seats.

However, as a staunch anti-Sirius supporter, Hermione gave up her front seat with Narielian and sat at the back.

Alone and trying to exclude everyone who liked Sirius.

"Dark magic, the three unforgivable curses—Avada Kedavra, Legilimency, and Cruciatus."

After all the young wizards arrived, Sirius began his lecture.

He wrote on the blackboard as he spoke. His handwriting was elegant and correct, making people unable to help but look at it, because the handwriting was not only very beautiful, but also easy to understand.

After saying this, he picked up the wand and tapped it lightly. The green light flashed and shattered on the ground like fireworks.

"This is Avada Kedavra," he said, "The Killing Curse, it can easily take a person's life."

He waved his wand again, and a spell of white light struck the ground.

"The soul leaves the body," he said. "The Imperius Curse can take away a person's mind and control them."

With a wave of the wand, a red light spell hit the ground.

"It's like a piercing pain that cuts through one's heart and bones."

He tapped the podium with his wand. "The three Unforgivable Curses are strictly forbidden by the Ministry of Magic, so please don't practice them on your friends. I don't want to have to go to Azkaban to get you out."

"That would be really troublesome."

The happy laughter of the little wizards came from below.

"Let's talk about Avada Kedavra today."

Sirius said, leaning back against the edge of the podium. His chiseled face looked lazy and handsome under the sunlight from the window and his semi-long hair, like a senior who was ready to chat with them.

"As one of the three unforgivable curses, the Killing Curse can instantly take a person's life, but it's just a tool, just like a knife. It can only kill someone if they want to. If someone doesn't want to kill someone, they can't even kill a mouse."

"There's no need to be afraid of it. It originally came from ancient Rome, a spell used by a doctor named Quintus to treat colds."

"This devout doctor just wanted to make people's diseases disappear, but he didn't know that others were using his spell to make people disappear. He might be so angry that he would sit up from his grave and write on his tombstone: This spell is not used to kill people."

The little wizards who had been listening attentively started laughing.

"As for how to prevent it, there seems to be no way, but you can choose to interrupt the other party's spellcasting," Sirius said, smiling with a sly look, "Watch the lip shape, the wand, and the other party's mood."

"So, don't take your friends' words like 'I want to kill you' lightly. He might actually be able to kill you. Be careful and take precautions. At least, you should strike first before he does."

"Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing if the other party used the killing curse first."

Everyone laughed again, and a young wizard from Ravenclaw raised his hand and asked, "So, Professor Black, when you say something like this, should we take it seriously?"

Sirius smiled, "If I used this spell, would you come to Azkaban to get me out?"

Everyone burst into laughter again.

"of course not!"

"Unforgivable, Professor Black!"

"We will defend you as appropriate!"

Sirius listened with a smile, his eyes passing over Harry and landing on Narilian who was sitting at the back.

Hermione beside her was writing furiously, her chin propped up, not paying attention to the class, her eyes looking elsewhere blankly.

But he knew she would come.