Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"You don't know what I'm talking about?

what! what! what! what! "

In the silent and dark huge theater, Sirius Black's laughter echoed repeatedly.

"In the past twelve years, you are not hiding from me, you are hiding from Voldemort's old men, right?

During my years in Azkaban, I also heard something.

Peter...they think you're dead or they'll make you confess...I hear them yelling things in their dreams.

They all seem to think it's you, the liar who betrayed them.

Voldemort went to Potter's house on your information... Voldemort was beaten there.

But not all of his subordinates actually entered Azkaban, did they? "

Blake looked at Peter Pettigrew playfully, his eyes full of mockery.

"There's still a few of those scumbags out there, waiting for the moment, pretending to be rehabilitated... If they know you're still alive, Peter—"

Some of the crowd in the stands were even louder, and the drama has now completely exceeded their expectations.

Some very alert wizards with government functions even pulled out their wands and prepared to inform the Ministry. However, after discovering that the magic had failed, they remembered that this dragon farm had its own space, and many communication magics could not be used at all.

Not to mention the rioting auditorium, on the stage, Peter Pettigrew's voice became even more shrill.

He wiped his face with his tattered sleeve. "I don't know...what are you talking about...you're a lunatic! Murderer! No one will believe your nonsense..."

"I believe him, Peter." A gentle voice sounded from the front row of the stands.

This sudden change shocked everyone. Could it be that this is also an actor.

Do not! no.

Some of the students present recognized the standing spectator. His thin body, shabby and patched clothes, and gray hair were very distinctive. He was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts that the students liked very much. — Lupin.

"Le-Remus..." Peter Pettigrew seemed to recognize the person, and even the relationship between the two was not ordinary.

"My friend...my old friend..." he called out hurriedly, watching Lupin. "You won't believe him...? He wants to kill me, Remus..."

Lupin didn't pay attention to him, but looked at Blake, and looked at him, the eyes of the two seemed to have a silent exchange.

"I have a hard time believing...why hasn't he shown up before? Unless—"

Lupin's eyes suddenly widened, and he seemed to see something behind Black that no one else could see.

"—unless he was the one...unless you changed...didn't tell me?"

Black nodded slowly, his sunken eyes fixed on Lupin's face.

"Remus," Peter Pettigrew's voice trembled more and more, "don't believe—"

But he didn't finish, because the sight before him made his voice disappear from his throat.

Lu Ping relaxed himself, as if he had lifted a heavy burden from his heart, and even the sorrowful wrinkles on his face were smoothed out a lot.

He stared at Blake intently, then walked over to Blake, grabbed his hand, pulled him up, and hugged Blake like a brother to the shocked eyes of the audience around him.

In the auditorium under the stage, Harry couldn't tell whether this was a drama or reality.

He only felt that his heart was sinking heavily.

Harry felt himself shivering, not from fear or anything, but from the new surge of anger that he felt cheated on.

"I don't believe it!" Harry shouted loudly, startling everyone.

"Harry?!" Lupin heard the voice and quickly let go of Black and turned towards him.

Harry had broken free of Ron's pull at this time, and jumped up the stage a few steps, standing in front of Black, Lupin and Peter.

"I trust you so much," he yelled at Lupin, his voice shaking uncontrollably, "so you've always been his friend!"

"Harry, calm down, please listen to me!" Lupin shouted. "I wasn't Sirius' friend before, but I am now—because I just confirmed something, let me explain..."

"No!" The nervous Peter suddenly screamed at the side of the turnaround, "Harry, don't believe him, he's Black's accomplice, and he wants you to die too - he's a werewolf!"

There was a silence that pressed against the eardrums, and whether it was Harry standing on the stage, Ron following him, or the audience of different ages sitting in the stands, all turned their eyes to Lupin.

When you can't refute a person in fact, attack the person himself, deny him morally, and then deduce that there is something wrong with him. This method may be immoral, but it is often very useful. .

Peter Pettigrew may not have studied journalism, but as a bad guy, he seems to be very gifted in this field. At least some of the audience present, especially the parents whose children are studying at Hogwarts, reacted to this matter. especially intense.

Whether it was a real theatrical performance or not, they had already pulled out their wands and pointed vaguely at Sirius Black and Lupin in the field.

Lupin didn't seem to notice this. His face was as pale as paper, but he was very calm.

"Harry..." Lupin looked at him, "I do know Blake, but I never helped him get into the castle, and I don't want you to die."

There was a strange trembling on his face, as if struggling to make up his mind, "Of course, I'm not denying that I'm a werewolf."

Some of the little wizard parents in the stands stood up, their wands blatantly exposed and pointed at Lupin.

"We need a statement!"

"Yes, this is no joke!"

"What about the teachers at Hogwarts? No one to explain?"

…

With the clamor of the crowd, the atmosphere in the theater was extremely depressed for a while.

Seeing this, Peter Pettigrew secretly smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Think about it, a dangerous werewolf, turned into a professor at Hogwarts, at school, with the kids, oh! I can't believe it.

What if, on the night of the full moon, he went wild, turned into a werewolf, and attacked our children?

And he also hangs out with Sirius Black, the notorious murderer who escaped from Azkaban.

I am concerned about the safety of this school and we must act now! "

Peter's words resonated with most of the parents. Some children were pulled and protected by them, and more righteous parents squeezed to the front with wands and surrounded the stage.

"But they already know," Lupin said quietly, but everyone in the room could hear, "at least the teachers at Hogwarts know I'm a werewolf!"

"What?!" a parent standing at the front questioned loudly, "Dumbledore knew you were a werewolf and hired you, is he crazy?"

The parent next to him was also in disbelief, but the smile on Peter's face was stagnant.

Cautiously, he secretly looked around again, but at this time there were people standing around the stage, and it seemed that only behind the curtain could escape.

"Some teachers do have the same concerns as you," Lupin continued to explain to those around him, "Headmaster Dumbledore had to do a lot of work to convince some teachers that I can be trusted. —"

"But he was wrong!" Peter was fanning the flames again, and he pointed at Blake. "You've been helping him into the castle!"

"I didn't help Sirius all the time," Lupin said, making a surprising move.

He slipped his wand back into his belt and stretched out his free hands for all to see.

"As you can see, now you have weapons and we don't, so you can listen to me explain?"

Facing him, Harry didn't know how to look at this, and Peter, who was sweating on his forehead, was still struggling.

"You must be up to something else, if you hadn't been helping him," Peter shot Black angrily. "How could he have me kidnapped here?"

Blake looked at him with a sneer, but Lupin ignored him at all.

A career that has been misunderstood for many years has long told him a truth, don't try to explain anything to a person who is hostile to you from the beginning, because what they need is not an answer.

"It's a long story..."

"Long story then, Remus! If you're going to tell them, do it quickly." Blake folded his arms around his chest, still watching Peter's every desperate struggle, "I've waited twelve years and now There is no patience."

"Okay...but you have to help me, Sirius," Lupin said. "I only know the beginning..."

He brushed away the gray hair in front of him and thought about it for a while, as if explaining to the onlookers, but more of it was actually facing Harry.

"It all started at Hogwarts twenty years ago, where it all started - if I hadn't been bitten, maybe a lot of things wouldn't have happened...if I wasn't so reckless... "

Lupin sighed half with emotion, half with regret, looking haggard.

Ron tried to interject, but Harry stopped him, "Shh!"

The people around also listened without saying a word, just stared at him firmly.

"I still remember that when I was bitten by a werewolf, I was very young. My parents also tried various methods at that time, but to no avail.

The wolf poison potion that Professor Snape gave me was only invented in the last few years, and you know, it makes me safer.

As long as I take this potion a week before the full moon, I will be able to stay sane when I transform into a werewolf... I can crouch in an office cage, lock the door, be a harmless werewolf, and wait for the full moon past.

That's why Professor Dumbledore agreed with me to teach at Hogwarts, he had spoken to Minister Fudge at the Ministry of Magic about this before the semester started. "

The hostility of the surrounding parents has weakened a lot under his explanation.

"However, before the wolf venom was invented, I was turning into a terrible monster every month, and it was almost impossible for me to get into Hogwarts, and other parents would not agree to let their children have contact with a werewolf child. of."

"Fortunately, there was Dumbledore, who became the headmaster at that time, and he sympathized with me when he found out about me.

He said that as long as precautions are taken, there is no reason why a child of school age should not go to Hogwarts to study..."

The surrounding homes could not help but admire Dumbledore's kindness, while Lupin sighed and looked directly at Harry.

"I told you a few months ago that the Willow was planted the year I arrived at Hogwarts, but in reality, it was planted because I was at Hogwarts."

"Under that willow, there is a tunnel that leads to Hogsmeade village outside the castle.

Once a month on the night of the full moon, I was secretly taken out of the castle and transformed into the house at the end of the tunnel.

They planted the beating willow at the entrance of the tunnel just so that no one would come across me in a dangerous period. "

Harry didn't understand the significance of Lupin's words, but he was fascinated, and apart from Lupin's voice, there was only Peter's heavy breathing.

"In those days, my metamorphosis — was terrifying.

The process of becoming a werewolf was painful, and I had to stay away from people when I wanted to bite, so I had to bite myself, which is where the screaming shack came from. "

"Hurry up!" Blake urged impatiently.

"Okay, okay, aside from being out of shape, that time was the happiest I've ever had, and for the first time I had three wonderful friends, Sirius Black... Peter Pettigrew... Of course, Harry, and yours Father - James Potter"

"Because of the disappearance once a month, they discovered my secret.

I thought they would alienate me when they found out I was a werewolf. But they didn't leave me, instead, they figured out a way to not only make me feel better, but the happiest time of my life.

They learned Animagos. "

"So is my dad?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes," Lupin couldn't help complimenting. "It took them almost three years to do this. You can say that your dad and Sirius are the smartest students in the school."

"When they were in fifth grade, they learned to transform. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can transform into different animals, and come to accompany me when I get sick on the night of the full moon."

"I'm glad you still remember this!" Peter interjected. "It was an unforgettable time."

Lupin turned his head to look at him. "We had nicknames for ourselves at the time. Blake was Bigfoot, I was Moonface, James was Prong, and you—Peter, you were Wormtail."

"You still remember these!" Peter smirked.

The expression on Lupin's face was very serious, and he stood in front of Peter and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Wormtail is a mouse, so—Peter, I like to know, why would a person who is innocent risk identity confusion and be willing to be a mouse for twelve years and be a pet in a wizarding family? "

Peter staggered back in a panic.

"Crack!"

The crisp shutter sound, combined with the flash and fog, recorded this scene on the film.