Chapter 199: Sirius Was Thinking
On the third floor, Defence Against the Dark Arts was underway for the third-years.
Gryffindor sat on one side of the room. Slytherin sat on the other. Empty desks made a strip of no-man's-land between them.
The usual tension hung there, quiet and ugly. Plenty of glaring. No one stupid enough to do anything with a professor present.
At the front stood a man none of them knew yet.
Ezra Vance.
The new Defence professor looked to be somewhere in his forties, tall and lean, his hair combed with fussy precision. He had sharp eyes and an Irish lilt in his voice.
"Dark creatures," he said, sweeping the room with his gaze. "One of the wizarding world's most common threats. You've learned some basic responses in your first years. That isn't remotely enough."
He flicked his wand. Words snapped onto the blackboard.
Werewolf... Dementor... Red Cap... Grindylow...