I don’t know how to describe my luck. I went online tonight and found someone to take me rice. Then before I entered the picture, I exchanged some one-handed weapons with fragments. When I saw four heavy weapons, I used them to upgrade.

As a result, I just made a set of cloth knives in the first two hands, although it was not ancient...

I'm not lucky, right? Then I was 6+2 Tornado. The damage was so beautiful that I didn't dare to watch it. I'd better go back and play with my elemental seven-phase nun.

Originally, brainless brushing only exists at low level and also eats equipment. As for advanced ones, take a shower and go to bed.

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"The purpose of the Black Magic Defense Class is to let you learn how to deal with black magic. In the previous courses, I have taught you what black magic is. I have also introduced some common black magic and assigned homework..."

Professor Galardia Meleth looked at the homework books piled on the table, then picked up his wand and gently lit it. The entire Hogwarts first-year homework books were burned into ashes, but the table below was not damaged at all. He moved the ashes into the trash can, and Professor Meleth pressed his hands on the lectern, looking down at the first-year students under the podium.

"You didn't take this course to heart. In your assignments, I saw perfunctory and carelessness, but I didn't see your awe of this course or magic."

The first-grade geniuses were obviously stunned by Professor Mei Lesi. They looked at the black magic defense class professor who did not make any violent moves, but was imposing and could scare people. At this time, the scar on Professor Mei Lesi's chin extending to his throat seemed so eye-catching.

"As a retired Auror, your professor of Dark Magic Defense, this is the first time I remind you, and hope it is the last time." Professor Melesi's serious expression was like a marble sculpture, stiff and rigid, "Magic, not a joke, life, the same is true."

The classroom is silent, but it does not mean that the students are the same.

Instructions, warnings, admonitions... These things that have been experienced from birth will no longer be taken seriously at a certain period of time and at a certain level. Only on that day can you truly understand the meaning of those good words.

This is restriction, it is to draw a yard as a prison, it is to restrict freedom, but it is also protection.

If people who don’t care about you, don’t care about your life or death, whether your life is good or bad, they won’t say these, and for a long time, the people who say these are not the kind of people you like.

Someone once censused a question, that is, what is the most wrong strategic decision in human history.

The answer with the highest degree of approval is to attack Germany by force, and the second place is the Imperial Cemetery Afghanistan. The former deceived Napoleon and his France across Europe, the Third German Empire across Europe including France, and the latter deceived the only three superpowers in the world, ranking first and second, and deserved it.

When these two things happened, were there any opponents?

have.

Do they regret it?

certainly.

Are there any regret medicines sold?

How is it possible.

Professor Mei Lesi is very responsible, which is very lucky for students, but responsible teachers may not be popular with students.

At least, Professor Mei Lesi saw a student who was too lazy to even work on his face. He wrote his disdain on his face and his eyes were aimlessly wandering, indicating that he was bored at this time and had no interest in this course, including what Professor Mei Lesi said just now.

"Mr. Greengrass, do you have any objection to what I just said?"

Aske sat upright a little, then shook his head and said, "No, I have no objection, you said it well."

It is fun to do it with the teacher, but it is unnecessary. It is okay to do it occasionally. It is fun to have fun and chase people and bite people every day. That is what the mad dog wants.

"So you can explain why everyone's answers for this assignment are almost exactly the same?"

"Aren't the correct answers the same?" Asker tilted his head and looked at Professor Melesi, asking back: "1+1=? Even if the answers to the whole class are exactly the same, isn't it normal?"

"It's true." Professor Mei Lesi said lightly, "But I remember the last question was an essay question. Can you explain why the answers to that question are similar?"

"Professor Meleth, you asked the wrong person, how could I know the answer?" Asker blinked, "But if I was not wrong, it seems that you will give first-grade students a copy every year. Maybe they got the answer from senior students."

"Thank you for your reminder." Professor Mei Lesi turned his head and looked at the other students. No one dared to look at him. They all lowered their heads and were as honest as quails. "Then, I will reassign this time the homework, an article about your own understanding and thinking about the course of black magic defense, no less than three feet long."

"hiss!"

There was a sound of breathing in the classroom. One foot was about 0.3 meters, and three feet was 0.9 meters. I used parchment paper to write articles that were nearly one meter long... This amount of homework was to force people to death, especially for the new students in the classroom.

"Do you have any objections?" Professor Mei Lesi glanced coldly and calmed down in the classroom again. Then, he picked up the book and said, "I will give you a month. You only need to write one tenth of a foot a day, which is not difficult at all. If you still can't satisfy me this time, then double the next time until I am satisfied."

The students were full of complaints and complaints, but they had to choose to obey, because no one could guarantee if Professor Melesi would add a few more feet to them according to their mood.

Asker is probably the heartless person. It is not difficult to get his own part anyway. As Professor Melesi said, one-tenth of the foot a day is simply too easy. However, the students' urinary nature will definitely delay them until the end before starting to write, and the difficulty will increase at that time.

But, who is this blame?

In this class, there were many people listening carefully, and they carefully recorded the notes on the blackboard and the key points of the lecture. This situation was like when I was in college, the teacher would say that the final exam questions were found from the blackboard. Whether the students were willing or not, whether they were happy or not, they would still copy them honestly and then read them before the exam. It would be great to be able to do this.

Professor Mei Lesi had nothing to say in class. He probably took the students to learn textbook knowledge, interspersed with some of his own understanding and cognition, and occasionally showed off the scars on his body in an understatement and introduced how he was injured.

For this respectable professor, except for his strictness, serious attitude and no sand in his eyes, there is no problem with anything else. If you like it, few students will like this old man, but if you say you hate it, you think what he did is actually for his own good. If you really don’t care about it, you will hate it. That kind of behavior can only be described as stupid.

"Greengrass, stay after class."

After class, Ask was kept. Although many students seemed a little gloating, Ask did not think that Professor Melesi was keeping him for punishment. After all, this old man was very law-abiding. Ask did not have obvious disobedience, and he would not retaliate against Ask for his likes and dislikes.

"What's the matter with me, professor."

Professor Melesi glanced at Asker and asked a question.

"How is your grandpa's health recently?"

Aske raised his eyebrows. He wanted to shrugge now, but what he was going to answer next conflicted with the action, so he changed to a very confused expression.
Chapter completed!