[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 121 A Practical Guide to Werewolf Identification

How should I put it, anyway, early the next morning, news about Sirius Black once again detonated Hogwarts Castle. No one expected that he would be so arrogant and continue to commit crimes despite the whole school's search, directly stealing and destroying the potions office.

Almost all the teachers and students in the school were trembling under Snape's anger and low pressure, and strangely, at least half of Professor Snape's anger was directed at Professor Lupin - this was especially true for Professor Snape, who was usually responsible for being The Gryffindors who deducted points for its stress-reducing effect were very confused.

"It's as if he thinks Professor Lupine put Sirius Black in!" Ron said angrily, "This kind of anger is so unreasonable!"

He deliberately said it loudly to Lupine who was passing by to show his support.

But Lupine suddenly had a distinct look from side to side, pretended not to hear, and walked away faster.

Hermione and Tom looked at each other and felt something was wrong.

But then Tom quickly looked away and took a big bite of burger to suppress the hunger caused by the restless magic when he was in the auditorium and surrounded by so many "delicious foods".

After drinking various potions that night, he was finally able to barely stabilize his condition. He washed and dried the dementors' cloaks overnight, and used them as raw materials to add a layer of underwear to all his school uniforms. Lining - Thanks to magic, otherwise Tom wouldn't have been able to speed-up his sewing skills.

The mangled portrait of the Fat Lady had been removed from the wall, and in its place was a portrait of Lord Cadogan and his fat gray pony. Sir Cadogan generally spent his time challenging people to duels with him, and the other half was spent figuring out ridiculously complicated passwords - which he had to change at least twice a day!

Almost every class, helpless students were locked out of the Gryffindor common room because they missed the new password issued by Sir Cadogan, and Sir Cadogan would never be accommodating.

If the other portraits hadn't been frightened by what happened to the Fat Lady, and only Sir Cadogan was willing to stand up and guard the door, Professor McGonagall would have removed him long ago due to frequent complaints from students.

What worries Professor McGonagall is not only the inconsistent portrait of the gatekeeper, but also Harry's safety. She called Harry to her office and tried to tell him seriously that Sirius Black was hunting him, but was shocked to learn that Harry had overheard it from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

She stared at Harry for a while, swallowing her dissatisfaction with the unreliability of her colleagues in the Order of the Phoenix - two warriors who had gone through the dark reign of the second generation of the Dark Lord! An important conversation was unexpectedly eavesdropped on by a junior student with no eavesdropping experience? ! - and then said: "Potter, I must say that it is not polite to eavesdrop on other people's conversations."

"I'm sorry, Professor," Harry said quickly.

"Uh, so in this case," Professor McGonagall hesitantly brought the topic back after finishing his education, "I think you can understand why I think it's not a good idea for you to practice Quidditch in the evening. On the court, with only your teammates around you, you're very exposed—"

"We will have the first game on Saturday!" Harry stood up. "Professor! Think about the trophy!"

Professor McGonagall struggled to look away and looked out the window at the stadium. As a senior Quidditch fan, she was even willing to break the rules and let a first-year student join the team and directly assume the important position of seeker. This is something that even Professor Snape, the most defensive and unreasonable professor at Hogwarts, did not do. .seven

"Okay... I'd rather see our team take home the trophy..." Professor McGonagall said hesitantly, finally closing her eyes, "But at least one teacher must be present to accompany you, Potter. . I will ask Mrs. Huo Qi to supervise your training. If anything happens to her, I will go there in person. But you must promise me that you will never participate in training without an adult."

Harry swore cheerfully.

But his happiness did not last long. During the last training before Saturday's game, captain Oliver brought them bad news: Slytherin refused to play with them on the pretext that the ball player's arm injury had not healed yet, and Sneijder Professor Pu readily approved.

"There's nothing wrong with that bastard Malfoy's arm!" Harry threw down his broom in the common room and angrily said to his friends, "They just don't want to play in the storm!"

But now they were forced to face the Hufflepuff team, which had a completely different style. The tactics and formations they had previously trained against the Slytherins had to be overturned. This made the Gryffindors extremely anxious, but made the Slytherins twice as happy.

"Gee," Malfoy exclaimed aloud as he deliberately looked out at the rain on his way to class, "I wish my arm was better."

He looked at Harry with a smile. Tom rolled his eyes and dragged Harry away: "Let's go, let's go to class soon."

They hurried to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, only to see Professor Snape pacing the podium with a satisfied smile.

"Come in and sit down," he ordered. "The bell is about to ring."

"Where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked as he walked.

Snape smiled with his teeth showing: "It's a pity that he's too ill to attend class." But his expression seemed to say that he hoped Lupine would never get sick again.

What to do if two professors you like very much don't deal with each other - Harry chose to remain silent. He quickly and quietly found a seat and sat down, pretending that he did not see Professor Snape's pleasant smile.

"Professor Lupine left no records that illustrate the progress of your class—"

"Professor Snape, we have already learned Boggart, Red Cap, Cabba and Grindylow," Hermione said, raising her hands high, "We are just about to start learning -"

"Quiet," Snape said coldly, "I didn't ask you. I was just commenting on Professor Lupine's lack of organization."

"He is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor we have ever had." Dean said boldly.

"This only shows that you haven't seen a few good lessons." Snape raised his eyebrows and deliberately glanced at the name on the cover of Dean's textbook, "Mr. Thomas, who is easily satisfied, please turn the book to the end now. One chapter, tell everyone loudly what topic we are going to discuss today.”

Dean's courage had already ebbed away when Snape glanced at his name. He stood up with a pale face and read tremblingly: "Werewolf."

There was a rustling discussion in the class.

"Quiet." Snape looked around the class, "Page 394, now."

He effectively suppressed the students' dissent, and everyone secretly exchanged glances and reluctantly opened their books.

"The first question," Snape seemed to be happy again, pacing between the students' desks, "How to distinguish a werewolf from a real wolf?"

"..." Dean, who was stared at by Snape, did not dare to sit down, and began to guess with a sad face: "A real wolf... must walk on its stomach?"

The whole class burst into laughter, and Ron hit the table with laughter.

"It's unbelievable," Snape said after the students' laughter died down, "that Professor Lupin failed to teach you the basic difference between the two."

"It's unbelievable," he said with a smile, showing his teeth again, looking malicious.

"Then you don't know how to identify this uncontrolled beast hiding in the crowd."

Professor Snape seemed to be very interested in the chapter on werewolves. It was rare that he did not get angry once during the entire class. He enthusiastically guided them to learn about werewolves, and introduced various methods of identifying and killing werewolves in detail.

"Practical knowledge like this," he said enthusiastically after ringing the bell, his somewhat sallow and unhealthy face simply glowing, "at least everyone should write two parchment-length papers and give them to me. Weekly Collect it in the morning and everyone must pay it.”

He walked away happily, and once again Tom and Hermione exchanged heavy looks.