Defense Against the Dark Arts changes teachers like socks, but the curriculum stays: boggarts in wardrobes, red sparks for distress, and the slow, terrible lesson that darkness has many faces. One year, a werewolf teaches you to laugh at grindylows. The next, a toad insists on theory only. The practical always finds you anyway.
Potions, though — Potions is a cold dungeon and a hotter temper. Snape’s voice curls like steam: “There will be no foolish wand-waving.” The cauldron bubbles with asphodel and wormwood. A Gryffindor’s brew turns violet, then orange, then wrong. “Zero,” Snape says, and the word drips slower than Draught of Living Death. hogwarts subjects
Divination: Trelawney’s sherry-scented tower. “The Grim,” she gasps at Harry’s teacup. Ron yawns. Lavender wipes a tear. Parvati nods solemnly. Is it nonsense? Perhaps. But some predictions find you later, like a letter you never meant to send. Defense Against the Dark Arts changes teachers like