Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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In the quiet Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Snape walked back and forth between the desks, checking on what they had accomplished while Professor Lupin was teaching.

Of course, in the process, criticizing and belittling Lupin's teaching standards also became his greatest pleasure.

For Snape's behavior, the little wizards dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, because they knew that was exactly what Snape wanted to see.

Finally, the bell rang, and Snape didn't let them go.

"Each of you write a paper to me on methods of identifying and killing werewolves. Two pieces of parchment should be written on the subject, due Monday morning. Weasley, stay and don't go, we're going to arrange about you Late school thing."

Clark, Hermione, and Neville left the classroom with the rest of the class. When everyone was gone, Hermione asked suspiciously, "Does Professor Snape have a grudge against Professor Lupin?"

"Why do you say that?" Clark asked.

"If there is no hatred, then why did he imply that Professor Lupin is a werewolf?"

Neville was taken aback by Hermione's words, and he looked around in a panic to make sure there was no one around, and then he was relieved.

"You already know?" Clark's eyebrows rose.

Hermione smiled, "I wasn't sure, but if you say that, it must be true."

"You actually cheated me?!" Clark shook his head with a wry smile.

"How can this be considered fraud, isn't it obvious." Hermione stroked the hair in front of her forehead.

"The first time I faced Boggart, Professor Lupin's Boggart turned into a moon. Then there was the potion that Professor Snape needed to boil, is that the wolf poison potion?

The most important thing is today's class, how to identify a werewolf! The danger of werewolves! Snape's targeting of Professor Lupin almost overflowed, and it was hard to guess. "

When she said this, Neville reacted and couldn't help but nodded, "I see, but Hermione, you can only guess this kind of thing. If you don't say it, I never thought of it."

Then he looked at Clark again, "If Professor Lupin is really a werewolf, wouldn't he be very dangerous for the students to teach in the school? How could Professor Dumbledore choose him as Defence Against the Dark Arts? What about the teacher?"

"I can't say that," Hermione couldn't help retorting, "Isn't Professor Lupin doing a good job? Besides, there is the wolf poison potion boiled by Professor Snape, even if it changes on the night of the full moon. As a werewolf, he can also remain sane, and the threat is actually very small."

"However, no matter how small the danger is, it is irreversible damage to students."

Neville was also very confused. Professor Lupin was arguably the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher he had ever seen.

"Hey." Clark sighed.

"Professor Lupin is also not easy. As a werewolf, you can imagine how much he has been excluded in the wizarding world, and he cannot take up many professions.

Besides, since Professor Dumbledore recruited him, there must be a reason for him, and this is not something we should worry about. "

Hermione and Neville shut their mouths, indeed, since Headmaster Dumbledore knew that Lupin was a werewolf, he must have considered it all.

"As for the conflict between Professor Snape and Professor Lupin..." Clark laughed suddenly, "It was all a grudge many years ago."

"Professor Lupin was in a small group with Harry's father James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.

At that time, Professor Snape was studying in Slytherin, and he was a bit withdrawn, but he was good friends with Harry's mother.

Anyway, there was a conflict between them. Although it was impossible to say who was right and who was wrong, Professor Snape suffered a big loss when four of them dealt with one, and this has always made him brooding. "

Clark didn't say much about what happened back then. After all, it had already passed, and he was not a witness.

But even if it was only a few words, Hermione, as a young girl, also made up a lot of plots.

One is rich and handsome, and there are a group of rich young masters who follow him; the other is a childhood sweetheart with a thin body and a poor family. The two fight over a girl and stage a love-hate entanglement love triangle...

"Four people bullying one person, Harry's father didn't do that well."

Neville's words interrupted Hermione's thoughts, "If it's me, even if I get killed, I have to stare at someone and take revenge and let them know that I'm not easy to mess with."

"That's true," Clark nodded, agreeing with Neville's opinion, "there is only zero difference between bullying and countless times. This kind of thing has to be stopped at the very beginning, Harry's father. It really didn't make sense at the time."

"But I think that Professor Lupin is actually a good person. If Snape was as bad as he is now, it's not incomprehensible that Harry's father and the others had a conflict with Snape."

Hermione changed her point of view, expressed her opinion, and then said gloomily, "But no matter what, I still hope that Professor Lu Hu will get better soon, after all, I don't want to experience this kind of Defense Against the Dark Arts class. "

The three talked about Snape and Professor Lupin's long past, and soon returned to the Gryffindor common room.

Ron, who was left behind by Snape at this time, had long since returned, and he was sitting there complaining to Harry, looking furious.

"Do you know what that guy told me to do? He even told me to wipe the chamber pot in the hospital, and magic is not allowed!"

Ron gasped, his fists clenched tightly, "Why doesn't Blake hide in Snape's office so he can finish him off for us!"

For this matter, Clark and the others can only express that they are powerless.

The next morning, the storm was still sweeping through Hogwarts, and the sky outside the castle was as dark as night, with the occasional zig-zag lightning across the sky.

Clark and the others woke up early. After all, when the rumbling of thunder in the air, the sound of the strong wind hitting the castle walls, and the sound of trees breaking in the distant forbidden forest, it is difficult for you to really fall asleep.

The wind was so strong that Clark and Neville didn't talk about getting up and running in the morning, they cuddled in the warm blankets, and when Harry and the others woke up, they got up, dressed, and walked out of the dormitory.

In the common room, the sound of the storm became louder. The two waited for a while, and after meeting with Hermione, they walked to the auditorium together to prepare for breakfast.

"The wind is so strong, why don't you cancel the game and try again at another time?" Hermione's fluffy hair was blown back by the strong wind, which made her very irritable.

"Quidditch, just like that, many Quidditch matches in history, even if the weather is bad, will never cancel the postponement."

While talking, Clark used [Control Small Objects] to use his psychic power to form an air shield in front of him to block the wind.

The three came to the auditorium with difficulty. They were cold and hungry. After drinking a large bowl of polenta, they warmed up a little. When they started to eat buttered toast, the Gryffindor team members also finally come.

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"Come on, Harry!" Neville greeted Harry, and Harry in the team nodded listlessly.

"The weather is not good for them," said Hermione.

By this time they had finished breakfast and were heading to the Quidditch pitch.

As a hugely popular sporting event, students and teachers all over the school came out as usual to watch the game.

They ran across the storm-ravaged lawn to the Quidditch pitch, their heads bowed against the wind. Because halfway their umbrellas were blown away from their hands by the wind.

The wind was blowing hard, but as the Gryffindor players staggered out of the locker room in their scarlet robes, the crowd cheered them in the rumble of thunder, even the players. Not necessarily audible.

When the captains of the two sides stepped forward and shook hands, the game started quickly with a high-pitched whistle.

In the gusty wind, the players flying in the air are like birds struggling in the storm, trying to stabilize their body and identify the position of the ball.

Like the rest of the audience, Clark and the others were hidden under a sea of ​​cloaks and umbrellas blown out of shape by the wind, and it was difficult to discern Harry's figure through the pouring rain.

But it is a pity that they can only see blurred silhouettes passing by one by one, using red and yellow to roughly distinguish which player this is.

In this bad weather, they didn't know how long the game was going on. The sky was getting darker and darker, as if the night had decided to come early, and even the live broadcast of Lee Jordan couldn't be heard clearly in the huge gust of wind. .

Clark's psychic energy is also limited, and in this case, it is impossible for him to rely on powers to withstand the wind and rain, so he, Hermione and Neville are soaked wet.

Fortunately, just when Clark couldn't help but prepare to sneak away, Mrs. Hooch's whistle was accompanied by the first lightning, faint from the storm, and it was Wood who called for the half-time break.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked quickly when she saw Clark get up.

Clark remembered the result of today's game in the original book, and said, "Go and do a little favor."

After saying that, he got into the storm.

After a while, Clark ran back in the cape and the race resumed.

The wind and rain in the sky were still the same. Behind the roaring thunder, there was a fork of lightning. The situation became more and more dangerous, and it did not improve at all.

In this case, the best way is for Harry to catch the Snitch as soon as possible.

Fortunately, this opportunity came very soon. Harry and Hufflepuff's Seeker Cedric spotted the little golden guy almost at the same time. They controlled the broom together and accelerated and dived away.

There were shouts in the storm, and the little wizards in the stands discovered the situation.

But the next moment, something strange happened.

There was an eerie silence across the entire Quidditch pitch. Although the storm was still as violent, it seemed to have forgotten to roar, as if someone had turned off the volume.

All the little wizards in the stands lost their voices as if they were strangled by their throats, and their faces turned pale.

Clark only felt that a familiar chill began to hit him, invading his body, and at the same time, in his telepathy, black holes that were so deep that they seemed to swallow everything appeared on the court.

He looked at the black holes subconsciously, and found that there were at least a hundred Dementors standing under the pitch, their faces hidden under their hoods facing the little wizard in the stands.

Sure enough, these guys still appeared.

Harry, who was flying in the air, also felt this. He only felt that there seemed to be an icy stream of water in his chest, and a strange scream sounded in his mind... It was a woman...

"Don't move Harry! Don't move Harry, please don't move Harry!"

"Get out of the way, you stupid woman... Get out of the way..."

"Don't move Harry, please don't, please, kill me if you want..."

A numbing cold breath filled Harry's mind, and he began to wonder if the situation around him was real or unreal? What are you doing?

In this case, he was about to let go of the hand holding the broom in the next moment with his hands and feet weak, but fortunately, a sudden warm current burst out of his heart.

This warm current dissipated the cold and biting white mist and poured into his stomach, as if swallowing a large group of hot peppers, which instantly warmed him up, even a little hot.

The power returned to Harry, and everything became clear again, the cold rain hit his face, and he remembered that he was playing a Quidditch match, and they were chasing the Snitch.

Golden Snitch!

Harry looked up, the golden light was not far away, and beside him, Hufflepuff's Seeker Cedric was running alongside him, and beneath them, hundreds of dementors in black capes Wander around like ghosts.

His heart lifted, joy and happiness seemed to be leaving him, and the biting chill lingered around him like a fog.

But Harry suddenly remembered what Clark, who suddenly came to him when he paused just now, said,

Fortunately, there is still a warm current running through his internal organs and blood, no matter how bad the outside world is, he can't fully appreciate it.

As if his body and soul were isolated, his current body is just a leather jacket.

"Harry, don't be afraid when you encounter emergencies, believe in yourself, you can do it!" Harry suddenly remembered what Clark ran and said when he paused just now.

Must be him!

Harry remembered the miracle that had happened to Clark before, he had helped him fend off the Dementors!

Harry, who was supported by someone, regained his confidence, no, to put it another way, maybe he doesn't know what fear is at all now.

He pressed his body lower, accelerated and dived forward, only the presence of that golden light in his eyes.

"Hurry up!" he roared at his Nimbus 2000, the icy rain slapping his face, "Hurry up!"

The two shadows, one yellow and one red, were almost in no particular order, but the next moment, the red shadow jumped up like a lion, smashing away the competitor and pressing his prey under him.

Immediately afterwards, he and his prey fell into the freezing fog.

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