Her next question caused him to rub his forehead, "Defense Against the Dark Arts. This was my first week. They...gods, Hitchens."
"They don't even know basic theory. They can perform defensive spells well enough, but all they are doing is parroting what they were taught. None of them understand why they're doing it, or have the slightest idea how to react to something new or unexpected." He sighed.
"I'd say fewer than 20 percent of the students can even concretely define the Arts, at this point."
Caractacus had transitioned into a tone that was nothing so much as mournful. Mourning for the lost information that had passed over the years, never to return.
"After Gellert and Riddle, that's the boy, the one who caused the wars after Albus and Gellert, society has such a strong taboo on the idea of the Arts that..." He shook his head slightly.