days at Hogwarts

Chapter 314 Snape: I, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, am attending class!
Thursday, November 9.

Since the beginning of autumn, Hogwarts has never seen clear skies. Only occasionally when the clouds are blown open by the wind, the sunshine will be stingy and shine on the ancient stone walls of the castle. Almost obscured by healing clouds.

It was the same today. The sun was visible for about half an hour at sunrise, and then plunged into the clouds, leaving only clouds slowly swimming in the sky.

As the potions professor at Hogwarts, Severus Snape never cared about the weather. His office was underground, and the only glass projected was the scene of the depths of the Black Lake. No matter what time of year, it was No matter what the weather, his office is always dark, deep and spooky.

He also got used to this scene.

It was as if the little wizards had adapted to his cold expression, as it had always been.

But today seems to be different. The little wizards having breakfast in the auditorium were surprised to find that Professor Snape, who had always had a dead face, actually smiled. Although he was still sinister, he smiled!

Professor McGonagall picked up the warm pumpkin juice, raised the glass to Snape and smiled: "Look, the students are discussing your smile. Severus, you should smile more."

"I don't think these little wizards think that way." Snape slowly raised the fruit and vegetable juice and touched it to her, "Look at them and see which little wizards can't even eat breakfast. That’s why there’s a Potions class today.”

Several other dining faculty members laughed.

Madam Pomfrey smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just today. Remus will be discharged from the hospital soon."

Professor Flitwick asked concernedly: "How is he? Is he okay?"

"It's okay, just slightly comatose."

"It's strange, why did you suddenly become ill?"

"..."

Listening to his colleagues' concern for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Snape sipped his fruit and vegetable juice, and the smile on his lips became even happier.

Yes, why did you suddenly become ill?

It couldn't be that he was poisoned.

It couldn't have been the poison administered by his Potions Professor.

At the long Gryffindor table, Ron raised his head, glanced quietly at the guest of honor, then shuddered and quickly lowered his head: "Oh, did you see it? Merlin's beard, the old bat is actually smiling! "

Neville was startled when he heard this. He quickly stopped eating, took out his class schedule from his pocket and looked at it carefully.

Seeing the morning classes, Neville pointed at the class schedule in horror and exclaimed: "Mei, Mei, Merlin! The second largest period in the morning is Potions class, a full two hours!"

Harry was so frightened that the buckwheat bread fell on the plate unsteadily. He raised his head and looked at his good friends: "You guys said, is it still too late for me to pretend to be sick and ask for leave?"

Ron hesitated for a moment, thought for a moment, and suggested: "Better break the limbs."

Listening to their messy conversation, Hermione tilted her head and asked softly: "Loren, will Potions class be held normally today?"

"What are you thinking about?" Loren was a bit dumbfounded. "The professor is still a professor after all. He would never use Harry to brew potions in class."

"It's not good to test medicine on him." Hermione whispered, "Then why is Professor Snape so happy?"

Loren lowered his head and looked at the pudding on the plate intently: "I don't know..."

Who knew the first version of the improved Wolfsbane potion was so powerful?
Who knew that Professor Lupine would go to the school infirmary because he couldn't stand the stimulation?
He didn't know why Snape was smiling so happily. Anyway, it wasn't Professor Lupine who was drugged. Someone was going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts for him.

……

In the afternoon, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom before class.

Before the professor arrived in the classroom, the little wizards took advantage of their free time to chat enthusiastically.

"What's that black shelf at the back of the classroom?"

"I don't know, maybe it's Professor Lupine's teaching aid for this class."

A young Muggle-born wizard stood up to explain: "It's an old-fashioned projector that can project pictures onto the curtain in front."

"It looks like a cannon barrel. Speaking of which..." Parvati pulled Ron and asked, "I heard that Seamus exploded again when he was reviewing the fluorescent spell. How was the power this time?"

Lavender, who was sitting next to him, secretly glanced at his good roommate, grinning uncontrollably.

"Oh, Dean and Neville both had their faces blackened, but Seamus was fine. Dean thought Seamus did it on purpose." Ron replied.

"Ouch!" Parvati couldn't help laughing, "That's what it sounds like."

"That's not true!" Seamus Finnigan, a classmate with extraordinary knowledge in the field of explosions, stuck his head out and looked at them with a reproachful look on his face. "I just said [fluorescent flash], it was the wand that exploded by itself! Dean and Neville insisted on coming next to me—"

Before he finished speaking, he was dragged back by Dean and Neville. Under the just trial of the two victims, the criminal Seamus refused to plead guilty and let out a series of screams.

Loren and Hermione sat in the front row, trying hard to resist the urge to laugh.

"I still can't figure it out..." Harry fiddled with the edges of "Practical Defense Against the Dark Arts" with his fingers, frowning together, "This morning's Potions class ended normally, and Snape didn't button it. Gryffindor points, this is incredible!"

The hands of the wall clock in front of the classroom turned slowly. Loren looked at the time: "I think you will understand soon."

Hearing this, Hermione tilted her head in confusion.

After the class bell rang, the little wizards calmed down and sat in their seats waiting for the professor to arrive.

click-

A loud slamming of the door sounded from behind, and many young wizards turned around to look, only to see Snape, wearing a black robe and dragging a black cape, push in the door.

Ignoring the surprises and looks of the little wizards, Snape strode forward with an indifferent smile, waving his wand along the way and closing the windows on both sides of the classroom. When he walked to the podium, the entire classroom fell into complete chaos. dark.

Snape pulled the pull rope, lowered the white curtain, turned his head and read slowly in a low voice:
"Turn the book to page 394."

Oppressive eyes looked around at the little wizards. Although the little wizards were doubtful, they still opened the textbooks as he said.Loren flipped through the pages and was speechless when he saw Werewolf in capital letters in the chapter title.

Improving the wolfsbane potion, putting Professor Lupine's medicine into the hospital, and then taking the place of teaching... Could this have been Professor Snape's plan from the beginning, right?
The little witch next to her also turned to this page, and Hermione seemed to have thought of something. She looked back and forth between Loren and Snape, with a suspicious look on her little face.

Amidst the sound of turning books, Harry raised his hand: "Excuse me, sir, this is Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Where is Professor Lupin?"

There were gasps in the classroom, especially Seamus and Dean, who looked at Harry with admiration and pity.

"That's not your concern, is it, Potter?"

Surprisingly, Professor Snape was more patient and even gentler than before. He said softly, "To put it simply, your Professor Lupin is currently unable to come to teach. Now turn the book to page 394."

Harry still didn't move, so he asked, "What's wrong with Professor Lupin?"

"It's not life-threatening." Snape's black eyes were shining, and he looked at Harry with a look that seemed a little regretful. "Potter, if I have to ask you to read the book for the third time, Gryffindor should probably Points were deducted.”

Harry obediently lowered his head and flipped through the book. In fact, he was very surprised that Snape had not mentioned the deduction of points until now.

Snape looked around the class: "Forgetting Potter's untimely interruption, I must say that Professor Lupin left no records of what you learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Hermione looked at the pictures and words on the page, and the silver-white disk that the Boggart turned into in front of Professor Lupin appeared in front of her eyes. If it was as she thought...

Hermione hesitated for a moment and then raised her hand: "Excuse me, sir, we have learned Boggart, Red Riding Hood, and Kabbah, and it will take a few more weeks to learn about nocturnal animals-"

"Quiet," Professor Snape interrupted faintly, without giving Hermione a chance to continue speaking, "I didn't ask a question, I just criticized Professor Lupine's lack of structure in teaching. And I think first-year students should be able to deal with red hats. And Kabbah, what we are going to discuss today is——”

"Werewolves."

Professor Snape knocked on the projector and projected many pictures of werewolves in front of the classroom, "Professor McGonagall should have taught you the knowledge of Animagus. Now, who can tell me about Animagus?" The difference from a werewolf."

Hermione raised her hand again to answer: "Animagus is a wizard who can choose to turn into an animal, but a werewolf has no choice. He will transform uncontrollably every full moon night, and he will forget who he is. If He will kill even his best friends who stand in his way.”

Professor Snape waited for her to finish speaking before criticizing slowly: "This is the second time you have spoken without authorization, Miss Granger. If you make the same mistake three times, Gryffindor will deduct points for you."

The class is still going on, with pictures switching like a slideshow.

After talking about the ferocious nature of werewolves, Snape paused for a few minutes, leaving enough time for the young wizards to take notes. After most people stopped writing, he asked: "Can any of you tell me how to distinguish werewolves?" And a real wolf?”

Everyone sat motionless and silent.

Loren looked around. No one raised their hands, except Hermione, who still raised her hands high.

The little witch looked stubborn.

Loren stretched out his hand and pulled it a few times, but it didn't move.

Snape looked at the small movements of the two people, then turned his eyes and passed by. He mocked meaningfully: "Are you saying that Professor Lupine didn't tell you the fundamental difference between the two? Then he is really a Incompetent professor.”

Parvati suddenly said: "I told you, we haven't learned the werewolf chapter yet!"

Dean also spoke boldly: "Professor Lupine is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we have ever had!"

It was as if Snape's criticism of Professor Lupin aroused the anger of the young wizards. Everyone agreed, and small murmurs filled the entire classroom.

Snape lowered his eyes and looked around the class. When everyone was quiet, he calmly mocked: "Yes, yes, I actually met a class of third years who can't recognize werewolves." Students. I must tell Professor Dumbledore how backward you are..."

He is directing everyone's attention to the characteristics of werewolves!

Hermione's face showed a bit of anxiety. She gritted her teeth and spoke for the third time without permission: "Sir, the difference between werewolves and real wolves is that werewolves are infected victims. They do not actively transform into werewolves, and they cannot transform into werewolves. Controlling one's own body is like mental illness..."

She quickly spoke out a series of pitiful things about werewolves, hoping that these words would have some effect, so that when someone discovered Professor Lupine's true identity, they would have some compassion instead of unreasonable rejection and contempt.

"The third time you spoke without permission, Miss Granger, do you have no self-control or do you want to express yourself? Gryffindor will deduct five points for this," Snape said.

Hermione blushed and dropped her hand.The whole class stared at Snape angrily.

At this moment, Loren raised his hand to break the solemn atmosphere in the classroom: "Professor, Hermione answered the question. Shouldn't she be given some extra points?"

"Morgan!" Snape glared at him coldly, "If you speak without permission, I will punish you and put you in solitary confinement."

With Loren's intervention, the class continued, and no one dared to speak out for the rest of the class.The little wizards sat there, copying notes about werewolves from books. Snape walked back and forth between the desks, checking the homework assigned by Professor Lupin in the past.

“The explanation is a mess...the information is out of date.

“The information that Kappa is common in Japan has been known for ten years, and now it is more common in Mongolia.

"Professor Lupin gave me eight points? I won't even give three points..."

Finally, the bell rang, but Snape did not let them leave: "Each person wrote a paper on how to identify and kill——"

Snape paused, "And how to defend against werewolves. I require you to fill two volumes of parchment on this topic and hand it in on Monday morning. get out of class is over!"

Harry and Ron left the classroom with the other students. The students suppressed their anger, and when they reached a place where Snape could not hear them, they began to denounce Snape fiercely.

Hermione, whose face was flushed with anger throughout the class, grabbed Loren's sleeve and walked out without looking back.

Hermione pulled him closer to an abandoned classroom and looked at him with red eyes: "You already knew that, right?"

Hermione was angry and aggrieved. She thought Loren and Snape were working together to deal with Professor Lupin.

"Yes, I know Professor Lupine is a werewolf." Loren smiled helplessly, held the girl's cheeks with both hands, and wiped her eyes with his thumbs.

"Then, then you-" Hermione was stuck. She thought that Loren and Snape would deal with Professor Lupin together, but she found that Loren didn't seem to do anything.

The girl's eyes were reddish and filled with moisture, and her lips were pouted in grievance, looking particularly pitiful.

(End of this chapter)