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We’re constantly told that the bad guys do something called Dark Arts. They are terrible. It’s the worst thing a wizard or witch can do. Any interest in the Dark Arts shows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the person is inherently evil.

If I had been a witch I would have become the darkest witch ever because everybody seems to know what the Dark Arts are… but I don’t. My worst sin as a student was that I always wanted to know why. So I would have been a particularly obtuse wannabe dark witch, worse still, a particularly obtuse dark Gryffindor.

HERBOLOGY:

Me: ”Why do we have to kill Mandrakes, Professor Sprout?”

Professor Sprout: ”They are needed for several potions.”

Me: “But they’re having a party, they’re drinking and having fun. Surely to kill a sentient being is a Dark Art?”

PS: ”Nonsense, according to our Rules and Regulations mandrakes aren’t sentient beings.”

Me: “But how? Why?”

PS: “Because they aren’t. They are just ingredients. Now do as you’re told.”

*prods mandrake with my silver knife. Mandrake shrieks in pain and fights back. I am torturing the little fellow. Mandrake flees. Professor Sprout is annoyed.

TRANSFIGURATION

Professor McGonagall: “Today we are turning hedgehogs into pin-cushions.”

Me: *playing with cute hedgehog* “WHAT?”

PM: “Are you deaf, girl? Turn your hedgehog into a pin-cushion.”

Me: “But surely turning an animal into a thing is painful? Aren’t we slowly killing them? This is evil!”

PM: “Nonsense. Transfiguration is one of the basic skills of Wizardry. Professor Dumbledore used to teach it.”

Me: “I don’t understand. Torturing hedgehogs must be a dark art.”

PM: “Don’t be silly. What have I just told you? Do you think Professor Dumbledore would approve of something evil?”

Me: (unconvinced) “N-no, of course not.”

PM: “Now that you all have mastered the art of turning hedgehogs into pin-cushions, except for Cohen here, we will proceed to vanish kittens.”

Me: “Vanish kittens? Where? Who’s going to take care of them? They’re babies!”

PM: “If you would kindly stop asking stupid questions, Cohen, we might proceed with the lesson.”

Me: “But what happens to the kittens? It’s torture, that’s what it is!”

PM: “Ten points from Gryffindor, Cohen. They are not really alive. To vanish a kitten…”

Me: “But… but they are! Mine is meowing!”

PM: “Twenty points from Gryffindor!”

Me: “Shhhhh…everything is going to be all right…the evil witch won’t vanish You.” *hides kitty inside pocket*

DADA

Professor Lupin: “Now we are going to show our worst fears…”

Me: “I don’t want to.”

PL: “Beg your pardon?

Me: “I don’t want to show my worst fear to my classmates, or to you, or to anyone else.”

PL: “You are the most annoying witch of your age, Cohen. Everybody is having fun.”

Me: “That’s because no one is doing what you said. Those aren’t their worst fears, they are childish fears. This is useless.”

PL: “Really. And how do you know?”

Me: “Because of what Neville said in first year, that’s how I know.”

PL: “You are an insufferable know-it-all. Take your turn.”

Me: “No I won’t, I’m sorry. It’s torture, that’s what it is.”

Professor Moody: “The Cruciatus Curse is unforgivable because it causes unbearable pain.”

Me: “But that’s what we have been doing all the time. We’ve caused unbearable pain.”

PM: “The Avada Kedavra curse kills instantly and painlessly.”

Me: “Ah… I understand.”

*practises the Avada Kedavra curse on Blast-Ended Screwts, no matter how much Hagrid loves them, those aren’t sentient beings*

*gets clue from Professor Snape and practises non-verbal spells*

*proceeds to silently Avada Kedavra Mandrakes, hedgehogs, kittens, everything that remotely resembles a lab animal. At least they will die without pain*

*gets caught by Professor McGonagall, who is horrified. One of her worst students has been practising the darkest of Dark Arts. You-Know-Who’s specialty, no less*

*gets sent to the Headmaster’s office*

Professor Dumbledore: “So, you have been using the Dark Arts to kill the living. You have shown remarkable cunning, Cohen. Sometimes we sort too soon.”

Mother: “What did you learn in school today, dear little girl of mine?”

Me: “They have taught me how to torture, and I have learned to kill.”

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