The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

　　 "Get out of the way, I have something to see Dumbledore!" On the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, in front of an ugly huge stone beast, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge shouted anxiously.

　　 It's a pity that Stone Beast didn't let go because the thick little man in front of him was the Minister of Magic. It still asked lazily: "Password?"

　　 Fudge has been violently furious, but there is no way...

　　 "Red wine and chocolate!" A familiar and majestic voice suddenly came from behind Fudge.

　　 Stone Beast suddenly jumped aside, the wall behind it split in two, and behind the wall was a spiral staircase...

　　 "Connelly?" Albus Dumbledore came over, his light blue eyes staring at him calmly through his half-moon glasses.

　　 "Dumbledore..." Fudge's momentum became weaker.

"I think you should give me an explanation!" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a faint anger: "Why the dementors would break into the campus privately, I think this is not included in the previous promise... They almost killed a student!"

　　 "This was an accident..." Fudge stammered a bit, "Nothing like this will happen again!"

　　 "I hope you can keep your promise this time!" As he said, Dumbledore walked into his office without looking back.

　　 "Wait, Dumbledore!" The Minister of Magic seemed to remember his intentions this time, and he shouted: "Hogwarts needs to be held responsible for the dementor's casualties!"

　　 "Dementor casualties?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"Two dementors were brutally killed, and three were seriously wounded!" Fudge tried to make his tone a little angry: "They are the guards of Azkaban, the law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Magic... You broke into the Hogwarts campus, you can't abuse them at will!"

　　 "Really?" Dumbledore seemed to blink, his movements were so slight that even Fudge who was close at hand did not notice:

　　 "I'm sorry, Connelly... But this is also an accident... It won't happen again in the future!"

　　 Dumbledore returned to his office.

　　 Fudge tried to catch up, but was again blocked by the ugly giant stone beast: "Password?"

　　 Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge gritted his teeth bitterly.

　　 He lowered his head, his tone became calm and loud: "Then goodbye, Professor Dumbledore!"

　　……

　　 Jon had just climbed into the two wooden barrels at the entrance of the Hufflepuff Common Room when he heard deafening cheers coming from inside.

　　 Almost all Hufflepuff’s students celebrated warmly here-celebrating their victory even in such bad weather.

　　 Probably only the captain of the Quidditch team, Cedric Diggory, sat there a little bored.

　　 "What's wrong with Cedric?" Jon asked Susan Bones beside him.

"At the end of the game, the Dementor suddenly broke into the Quidditch Stadium!" Susan replied: "Gryffindor Seeker Potter was attacked by the Dementor and fell off the broomstick. Came down; Cedric didn't notice this, he caught the Golden Snitch just then..."

　　 "I have never seen Professor Dumbledore so angry! He ran to the court, waved his wand, and saved Potter; then he shot the dementors with silver light and drove them away!"

"Cedric was planning to interrupt the game at the time and wanted to play another game on another day; however, Mrs. Hooch disagreed, and he ruled us to win 180:80...Anyway, we won openly, even Gryffindor’s The players also admit this." Susan continued to answer.

　　 "Is that so..." Jon nodded.

　　 Back in the dormitory, Jon flipped through the calendar and found that the next Monday was circled by him with a red pen.

　　 This also means that the night of that day is the night of the full moon.

　　 And on Monday afternoon, there happened to be a lesson on Defense Against the Dark Arts.

　　……

　　 Hufflepuff and Gryffindor’s Quidditch match, the dementor attack that occurred did not cause much disturbance.

　　 On Monday afternoon, Jon appeared in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on time.

"Guess what Professor Lupin will give in this class?" Astoria sat beside him and asked softly, "I still remember how he taught us last week how to destroy Grindillo's claws. So funny!"

　　 "I don't know!" Jon flipped through the contents of the textbook: "If you follow the process, it should be Xinkpunk, but there may be any surprises!"

　　 "If it is to deal with a dwarf pig or a Tibetan snowman, that would be great too!" Astoria also began to read the book.

　　 Almost all Hufflepuff and Slytherin students were eagerly discussing before class... Defense Against the Dark Arts class is almost their most popular course.

　　 But with a heavy footstep, the sound in the classroom stopped abruptly.

　　 "Professor Snape?" Astoria could not help but yelled softly~www.readwn.com~Why not Professor Lupin? Yelled Zacharys-Smith.

　　 "Lupin said he was too ill to attend class today." Severus Snape sneered, then walked to the podium: "So this defense against the Dark Arts class will be replaced by me."

　　 "What happened to Professor Lupin?" Zacharias still refused to give up.

　　 "There is no life-threatening." Snape's black eyes flashed with angry light: "Hufflepuff takes five points!"

　　 Zacharias closed his mouth with interest.

　　 Snape began to flip through a copy of "The Basics of Defense Against the Dark Arts" on the podium. He turned the pages from back to front.

　　 Jon opened his textbook and turned to the last chapter. As expected, the content of this chapter is "Werewolf"!

　　 "Werewolf!" Snape said contemptuously.

"But, sir... We just studied Red Hat, Kabbah and Grindillo..." Slytherin's Selwyn summoned the courage to stand up: "So we are not yet to learn the werewolves. In order, we should It's Shinkpunk..."

"Shut up, Miss Selwyn!" Snape's tone was lifeless and lifelike: "I don't want to comment on Professor Lupin's lack of methodical teaching; now, turn your textbook to 399 Fourteen pages..."

　　 Everyone had to open the books, but obviously most students were quite disappointed.

　　 "Hart!"

　　 Hearing Snape calling out his name, Jon snapped and stood up: "Professor!"

　　 "You tell me now, how to distinguish a werewolf from a real wolf?" Snape ordered.

　　 "This..." Jon organized a language: "Werewolves are very different from real wolves, such as the snout of a werewolf..."