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This chapter is based on a bit more of the chapter the half blood prince
Rons POV
As me and Harry walked into the DADA classroom. Hermione was already queing outside, carrying a tonne of books in her arms and looking put-upon.
"We got so much homework from Runes" she blabbed when we got to her. "A 15-inch essay, two translations and I've got to read these by Wednesday!"
"Shame," I said yawning.
"You wait" she said "I bet snape gives us loads" you still get more I thought. The classroom door opened and Snape stepped into the corridor, his face covered with his greasy, black hair. Silence fell over the queue immediatly.
"Inside" he commanded. Harry looked around the room as we entered. Snape had posed the room so he could see everyone for quick detentions. Nobody spoke as we settled down, looking around the room and the pictures hung on the wall.
"I have not asked you to take out your books" snapped Snape closing the door and moving to face the class from his desk. "I wish to speak and I want your fullest attention"
His black eyes looked around lingering a fraction of a second longer on Harry then us. God why does Harry get the attention.
"You have had 5 previous teachers in this subject so far I believe" he said more to himself the nanyone else.
You believe...like you havent watched them all come and go, Snape, hoping you'd be the next,
"Naturally, these teacher will have had there own methods and priorities. Given this confusion I am suprised so many of you scraped an O.W.L. in this subject. I shall be even more suprised if you all manage to keep up with the N.E.W.T. work, which will be much more advanced."
Snape set off around the edge of the room, speaking now in a lower voice; we had to crane our necks to keep him in view.
"The dark arts," he nearly wisphered, "are many, varied, ever changing and enternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many headed monster, which each time a neck is severed it grows back stronger and better then ever. You are fighting something that can not die"
"This is a cheerful lesson" I wispered to Harry.
"Ron hes sayig it as if he finds the dark arts fun" Harry replied.
I was dumbstruck at this was Snape that dangerous that he loved dark magic no he couldnt be.
"Your defences" he said a little louder, "must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the Arts you seek to undo. These pictures" he indicated to the ones on the wall, "give a fair represtation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, Cruciatus Curse' (he waved a hand towards a witch who was clearly shrieking in agony) 'feel the Dementor's kiss (a wizard lying huddled and blanked eye against a wall) 'or provoke the aggression of the inferus (a bloody mass on the floor)."
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