Chapter 310 - A Unique Lesson
Alexander suddenly felt as though his sincerity had been fed to a dog.
He was an immortal being — why in the world would he want a child?
Clearly, Xenophilius Lovegood had been filling little Luna's head with all sorts of nonsense.
He had originally thought Luna was a harmless white rabbit… only to realize today she might actually be a black-hearted trickster wrapped in innocence.
"Ahem. Luna, I think you should get ready. It'll be nine o'clock soon," Alexander said, composing himself.
"And also… maybe try making some new friends today?"
Before she could respond, he vanished without leaving even a trace of magic behind.
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A New Friend Appears
"Luna? Were you here just now? Why didn't I see you?" Ginny asked, entering the Charms classroom with several books in her arms.
She took Luna's hand, cheerfully introducing her to the new friend she had just made.
Across the castle, Alexander and Hermione had finished their breakfast and headed toward their first class of the day: Defense Against the Dark Arts.
The moment they stepped into the classroom, even Alexander paused in mild shock.
He had deliberately held back from observing the room ahead of time so he could experience today's class with genuine curiosity.
It was worth it.
Because this didn't look like a Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at all.
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A Classroom Turned Cinema
The entire room resembled a Muggle movie theater.
The floor was arranged in descending tiers, like a screening hall.
The blackboard had been replaced with a massive projection screen.
A small podium sat to the right side, clearly where Riddle would be lecturing.
The student seats had been swapped for cushioned, integrated massage-chair sofas — luxurious and far too comfortable for a typical Hogwarts classroom.
But this was undeniably a Slytherin movie theater.
Dark green and silver colors dominated the room, and serpentine patterns slithered across the carpets and ceiling.
Ravenclaw students had already arrived.
Harry and the boys sat near the back, while the girls claimed the front row.
Strangely, the entire middle section was empty.
Riddle himself had yet to appear.
Alexander tugged Hermione toward a seat in the middle row on the right side — the perfect viewing spot.
"Is he actually planning to show us a movie?" Hermione whispered, incredulous.
She couldn't imagine such a thing.
Movies had never appeared in the British wizarding world.
Projectors, screens, cinemas — these belonged entirely to the Muggle world.
"Who knows?" Alexander replied, eyes flickering with expectation.
Moments later, the bell chimed nine.
And right on cue, Riddle swept into the room in a dark-green striped suit, walking with light, brisk steps.
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Riddle Takes Attendance
He picked up the roll sheet, pausing briefly when he reached Harry's name.
"You must be Harry," Riddle said with a gentle, neighborly smile. "We greeted each other yesterday. But as your professor, I have a question for you."
"What did you learn last year?"
Harry hesitated only a moment before answering.
"We learned the basics of dealing with dark creatures—how to handle them even without magic, what to do if you're attacked. For example, we learned how to treat a werewolf bite.
"As for spells… we only learned the Spark Charm. It's used to signal nearby wizards that you're in danger."
"That's all, Professor."
Ron stared at Harry as if he'd lost his mind.
How could Harry sound so casual?
As if Riddle — this Riddle — were just another ordinary professor?
Ron, on the other hand, felt his robes sticking to his back from cold sweat.
Being in the same room as Voldemort's younger self made him feel as though an Unforgivable Curse could be launched at any moment.
"That's all?" Riddle asked, sounding mildly disappointed.
But then he brightened again.
"Harry, Dumbledore told me about your extraordinary Red Spark Charm. He said you used your wand to achieve something he had never seen before.
"May I see it?"
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Harry's Demonstration
Harry stood, walked to the open space beside the podium, and raised his wand.
He, too, wanted to observe how the spell reacted to Riddle.
Riddle was the only Voldemort-related being who had never triggered a reaction from the power inside Harry.
The true Voldemort and the fragment in the locket were different — but caution was still necessary.
"Sirius keeps telling me he's not dangerous," Harry thought, "but I want to see for myself."
"Periculum!"
Brilliant, holy fireworks burst forth from the tip of Harry's wand.
Harry deliberately suppressed it — he could turn it into a phoenix now, but no need to reveal that.
"It's beautiful," Riddle said softly. "Is this love? Marvelous. Truly marvelous."
To the horror of every witch in the front row, he reached a hand directly into the fireworks.
"Professor Riddle!"
"Be careful!"
"I hope his face doesn't get burned!"
"…I'm ready to give him artificial respiration!"
"I'll do it!"
"No, I should!"
Their reactions were a chaotic mixture of worry and wishful thinking.
But Riddle's hand emerged completely unharmed.
Collective sighs of relief — and hints of disappointment — filled the room.
"Ten points to Ravenclaw. Thank you, Harry."
Harry returned to his seat.
Riddle flicked his wand.
Instantly, the classroom went dark.
A bright beam illuminated the curtain, and text appeared:
"Magic in the Muggle World"
The students gasped.
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Magic vs. Muggle Power
"Muggle-born students will recognize this," Riddle said. "It is a movie."
He tapped the screen.
"But why in Defense Against the Dark Arts? If you've read my book, you'll understand why I call these things magic."
Images of Muggle weapons slowly filled the screen—pistols, rifles, cannons, explosives—alongside magical equivalents illustrating similar destructive force.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts is defined as using spells, curses, or counter-techniques to defend against or directly confront dark magic.
"But in my opinion… these"—he pointed at the weapons—"are more dangerous than dark magic."
Students leaned forward, fascinated and slightly uneasy.
"Like wizards, Muggles study. They innovate. It takes a wizard five years to learn the spells I listed here.
"But Muggle weapons?" Riddle gestured again. The screen now displayed mass-production lines of factories.
"They can be produced endlessly."
He pointed at the pistol.
"A Muggle 'metal wand.' Cost: around 250 pounds — roughly 50 Galleons. About the same price as an Ollivander wand at full cost."
Another chart appeared: the daily weapon output of an ordinary factory.
"Now you understand why I teach this. Ollivanders, and even master wandmakers, can craft perhaps three wands per day at most.
"But a Muggle factory can produce three hundred weapons in the same time.
"And to use one? You don't need talent. You don't need years of training.
"You just pull the trigger.
"Even a child could do it."
Riddle's voice softened, becoming unexpectedly earnest.
"That, students… is why understanding the Muggle world is essential."
(End of chapter)
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