bioinnovel Chapter 93: Classrooms Should Also Be Age-Segmented
Chapter 93: Classrooms Should Also Be Age-Segmented
Chapter 93: Classrooms Should Also Be Age-Segmented
The news that the Muggle Studies professor had brutally beaten the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor spread like wildfire throughout the entire campus before dinner.
Dear Professor Black once again stepped forward and defeated the villains hiding among the people.
Following his disastrous performance in the classroom, the heroic Professor Lockhart once again won people's hearts with his frail and delicate image.
Hogwarts students couldn't help but wonder: Professor Lockhart couldn't handle Cornish elves, and was easily tossed around by a young woman and flew across an entire classroom. How could such a person deal with ghosts and vampires?
And how did Gilderoy Lockhart, who played the Yeti, ghoul, she-devil, troll, and werewolf, accomplish those heroic feats? Was it just his smile that won him the Most Charming Smile Award?
Even Lockhart's staunchest supporters fell silent, muttering weakly that Professor Black had resorted to sneak attacks without any martial ethics.
But everyone knows that the dark creatures mentioned in Lockhart's books are not martial arts enthusiasts, and they would never issue duel invitations to wizards, nor would they bow elegantly before a duel.
Surprisingly, Professor Lockhart even dared to show up in the auditorium for dinner, shamelessly sitting in the faculty section.
The greasy smile remained, the white teeth were still there, as if nothing had happened.
Gilderoy Lockhart's inner strength is so great that even his most disliked students have to admit their admiration. "Big Brother, we're impressed! Stop with your superpowers!"
Even Belvina, who arrived later, was stunned. She never expected that someone could be so shameless. She always thought she was shameless enough, but who would have thought that there are always stronger people out there, and that there is always someone better.
Not long after dinner, students flooded into the Muggle Studies classroom on the fifth floor like a tidal wave, with even more people than the largest number in the previous school year, and the classroom was almost overflowing.
Not only students in grades three through seven who had elective courses, but also some second-year students came. Among the crowd was a striking green figure – a Slytherin student.
As for the first-graders, they might not know who Belvina Black is, or they might be lost. When Belvina walked out of the office and stood on the spiral staircase platform, she felt dizzy. The classroom was crowded like a sardine can. What if a stampede happened?
"Thank you all for attending this open class," Belvina said as she walked down the stairs. "I hope that the older students, those who are physically stronger, can take good care of the younger students, those who are physically weaker."
As she walked up to the podium, Belvina frowned as she looked at the sea of students, somewhat speechless.
Don't you guys need to review? Don't you guys need to do homework? Don't you guys need time to play? Do you guys really enjoy going to class that much?
What Belvina didn't know was that a large portion of the students in the classroom had come to watch the movie, eager to see the novelty of Muggles, while others had come to pay their respects to her, given that she had just embarrassed Gilderoy Lockhart.
Isn't this another form of reaping what you sow?
"Alright, alright, welcome everyone, welcome to each and every one of you," Belvina said helplessly. "Although I really wish there was no one in the classroom, so I could go home right away."
The common sentiment among working people is to work three days on and four days off. Is it because the pay is high, the work is easy, and the commute is close to home?
No, that's not it. What working people really want is to get paid without doing anything and without taking any responsibility.
Belvina's sentiments were revealed, and the students in the classroom smiled knowingly; they too hoped to get good grades without attending classes. It was a similar sentiment in a way.
"For that well-known reason, I have more classes than last academic year," Belvina said, leaning on the podium. "The workload has increased, but my salary hasn't changed."
She seems to have recently taken a liking to a more androgynous business style of dressing. Tonight, she was still wearing trousers with a vest and shirt, but the trousers and vest were black, the shirt was dark blue, and she also added a pair of silver-rimmed glasses.
Belvina has a huge wardrobe, enough to wear almost anything every day. She feels no guilt about spending Sirius's money on clothes for herself.
After he finished speaking, the students in the classroom looked at each other, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
This was no longer just veiled criticism; Professor Black was practically pointing his finger at Principal Dumbledore's crooked nose, accusing him of settling personal scores and abusing his power for personal gain.
Belvina stood casually with her hands in her trouser pockets, her refined silver-rimmed glasses unable to conceal her street-smart aura.
"Ladies and gentlemen, what does this mean?" Belvina continued to complain, "It means that you should think carefully about the consequences before doing anything, and think clearly about the consequences before you do it. There are no 'what ifs' in the real world."
"Professor, do you regret doing that?"
The problem wasn't raised by the troublesome Weasley brothers, but by Cedric Diggory, the nice guy from Hufflepuff.
"I regret it, I really regret it." Belvina changed the subject. "Since I had to bear the consequences, should I have gone a little more extreme back then? That way I would have been able to maintain my composure and wouldn't have been so resentful when I was working overtime."
This time, the students burst out laughing. They could clearly feel the resentment emanating from Belvina, a resentment even stronger than that of the female ghost in Wanlun.
"Alright, let's get down to business. I'm afraid the time I spend chatting with you guys won't count towards my class time," Belvina continued to complain. "Sweets cause cavities, cavities cause toothaches, and toothaches make people irritable and petty."
Albus Dumbledore cried out that he was wronged, claiming that Belvina Black was the most petty one!
However, it is precisely this "petty" nature of Belvina that students love most about her. They love her quick wit, her outspokenness, and even more so, her uninhibited and free spirit.
As the curtains were drawn one by one, the classroom immediately darkened, with only the candlelight suspended in mid-air emitting a faint glow.
"Welcome, welcome to the least magical course at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Belvina said seriously, no longer joking. "I've been thinking about how to quickly guide you to understand Muggles, to understand them yourselves, not just what your parents or professors say."
Belvina's figure appeared extremely blurry in the dimly lit classroom; only her voice clearly reached the ears of every student.
"I'd rather duel with Professor Dumbledore than teach a group of students. You bear the future of wizarding society on your shoulders; it's too heavy a responsibility," Belvina continued. "So, after much thought, I've decided to let you experience it for yourselves."
The screen hanging above the blackboard slowly fell, the modified projector lit up, and music and images appeared simultaneously in the Muggle Studies classroom.
"Music, nothing is simpler and easier to understand than melody," Belvina continued. "We can all hear the emotions expressed in music, joy, sadness, excitement; it is a language without borders."
As they spoke, the soothing background music suddenly turned very cheerful, and the images on the screen transformed into four young women dressed in flamboyant dresses.
On the screen, four young women danced enthusiastically to a lively melody. They swayed their hips and lifted their skirts to kick their legs high into the air, as if they wanted to kick them to the sky.
The music with a distinctly French flair, the passionate dancing, the unrestrained movements, the hot and fiery performance, and the girls' long, white legs all stirred the nerves of everyone in the classroom, causing some of the shy boys to blush with embarrassment.
Some people may not be familiar with the French Cancan dance, and even less so with the "Overture to Heaven and Hell," but when its light and unrestrained melody begins, they will immediately have a feeling of "Oh, so this is the piece."
It also has another more familiar name, "The Spinach March" or "The Bad Cat Song".
Standing in the darkness, Belvina said, "In 19th-century Parisian Muggles, there was a saying: 'Life is so beautiful, now please enjoy the can-can.'"
As the music ended, Belvina snapped her fingers, and the candlelight in the air became exceptionally bright, illuminating the faces of everyone in the classroom.
Belvina continued, "Oh, should I have asked the younger gentlemen and ladies to leave the classroom? After all, the can-can is also known as the thigh dance, and many Muggles consider it a very vulgar dance."
A burst of laughter erupted in the classroom. The can-can dance, with its skirt-lifting, high-knee movements and displays of the skirt's underside, was hard not to evoke vulgar and obscene thoughts.
"I don't know the origin of the can-can. Perhaps someone was curious about the wide skirts of women, wanting to know whether a gentle cat or a ferocious beast was hidden beneath them?" Belvina suddenly raised her voice, "But—"
A small group of students, still captivated by the snow-white thighs, were startled, and laughter erupted in the classroom once more, dispelling the awkward atmosphere between the male and female students.
Belvina continued, "I'm showing you the can-can not just to satisfy your curiosity, but to let you feel the vibrant life force contained in the music and dance, and to experience that optimistic and indomitable spirit. It may seem vulgar, but isn't it also a form of resistance and rebellion against old traditions!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the students in the classroom were completely bewildered. They had simply looked at the leg; how did that become related to resistance and rebellion?
After a while, some students figured it out.
Such a vulgar and lowbrow dance would inevitably be met with strong opposition from gentlemen—even though gentlemen are the ones who most enjoy watching this kind of dance—the emergence of the vulgar can-can dance is a shock to traditional concepts and a rebellion against the conservatives.
Isn't this exactly what Professor Blake has been emphasizing since the last academic year?