Chapter 519 Jumping Off the Building (Modified, Sincere Thanks to the Leader, Son of Stardust)

At Hogwarts, there was a knock on the door of Professor Remus Lupine's office, which interrupted his correcting student papers.

"Come in," said Lupine loudly.

The door opened, and Snape walked in, holding a slightly smoking beaker with an impatient look on his face.

"Ah, Severus," Lupine said, smiling, "thank you very much, will you put it on the table?"

"It's still some time before the full moon, you have to store it well, I don't want to waste another pot of medicinal materials for you." Snape put down the smoking glass, his tone slightly raised.

"Yes, yes, I'll drink it," said Lupine. "Thank you very much, Severus."

"However, Severus," Lupine called to Snape, who turned around, and saw Snape's cold eyes, his brows were slightly frowned, he hesitated, and he said, "we are Saw that Umbrella Company ad about the Lily Foundation on TV, Sirius guessed you through their potion products, he was so displeased that he even broke a tea set for it. You better be careful if you leave Hogwarts One point, try to avoid the raging Sirius."

"Are you threatening me?" Snape narrowed his eyes, took a few steps forward, put his hands on the table, bent his body, and approached Lupine, "I don't want you to worry about my affairs, take care of you Be yourself, don't think that Dumbledore forced me to make you Wolfsbane Potion, so you can tell me what to do."

After Snape finished speaking, he raised his chin, glanced at Lupin condescendingly, lifted the curtain, and quickly left the room without a smile on his face, as if there was something dirty in the room, the door of Lupin's office slammed He pulled it away and hit the wall, creaking feebly.

Lupine rushed out to explain that Snape had misunderstood him, and he really wanted to remind Snape. For Snape, Lupine has always felt a little guilty. He has been discriminated against since he was a child, and he has always disapproved of James and Sirius bullying Snape constantly, but he really likes James and Sirius, and is very grateful that they are willing to regard him as a werewolf as a friend, so even He knew in his heart that he should stand up and oppose it, but he never had the courage to take any practical action.

Snape walked quickly, his cloak flapping in the air as he walked. Lupine was stunned for a moment, then turned and returned to the office. He glanced at the potions that were still emitting heat on the table, shook his head with a wry smile, stood up and wanted to find a potion bottle to fill them up. Unexpectedly, after so many years, Snape still had feelings for Lily, but the name of the foundation made them, those who were on good terms with James, really angry.

After putting away the potion, Lupine continued to revise the thesis until all revisions were completed, then he stretched his neck, looked up at the time, stood up and went to the auditorium for dinner.

After he left, in the empty office, next to the closed window, the curtains shook in the absence of wind.

"Want to know what life was like for Alan and the others in Durmstrang. Harry, do you remember that in the Wizarding Tournament, Durmstrang came in like an army, and their students were against Principal Karkaroff is particularly afraid, Durmstrang must be a well-defined and disciplined school, and their college life will certainly not allow laxity like ours." Hermione concluded.

"Hermione, please forgive me. Even Professor McGonagall will go to Hogsmeade for a drink from time to time. It's not lax to use the rest time for rest. But Alan must have learned a lot of different magic. His notes should be very detailed, and he will definitely show you when he comes back. I just don’t know if he will play Quidditch with them.” Harry sat next to Hermione and gnawed on a drumstick. How to effectively distract her when nagging.

"Well, the time of their exchange students can be freely controlled by themselves. Alan should have more time to delve into those magics. I really want to see their library. Durmstrang has always been tolerant of black magic. Famous for... ask me to say,

Hogwarts should also teach a certain amount of black magic. There is no distinction between good and bad spells. If you can understand the usual methods of dark wizards, you will be able to deal with them better. "Hermione really started to think as Harry imagined.

"Well, Hermione isn't like the Hermione I just met now." Harry, who obviously still had a prejudice against the Dark Arts, muttered vaguely, "But, do you only have studies and libraries in your life? Watch the Gryffindor-Slytherin match in a few days."

"Harry, the core of her wand is dragon heart tendon, which is the wand core that is most likely to be used for black magic." Ron, who was sitting on Harry's right, added in his ear.

Harry found that Ron was trying to talk to Hermione in different ways during this time, but whether he had a friendly conversation or deliberately provoked her, Hermione basically ignored him, treating him as a transparent person.

"Strange." Hermione really ignored Ron, her eyes fixed on the teacher's table.

Harry was already eating baked potatoes: "What's weird?"

"Umbridge isn't back yet?" Hermione replied.

"Perhaps, she has given up!" Harry pulled a large plate of yellow meringue, handed Ron a small piece, and then ate it himself, glanced at his friend on the right, and couldn't help thinking, "Perhaps, you should have given up a long time ago."

All night in Durmstrang, Allen was taking care of Luna, who was vomiting from a stomach upset, and he didn't let his staff do it for him.

For the convenience of taking care of her, on the two single beds that were joined together, Luna in pajamas collapsed limply in the arms of Allen, who was reclining on the bedside, and he patted Luna's back lightly, considerately. He handed over the water bottle and asked Luna to rinse her mouth. Watching Ellen clean up her vomit. She pointed to her temple with her finger: "Allen, I have a headache." The hangover effect of vodka made Luna a little unbearable, and the places like the nose and earlobes under the pale skin were still a little flushed by alcohol.

Allen massaged Luna's head with his slender fingers, and Luna narrowed her eyes slightly comfortably.

"It's rare to see you suffer once, Luna." Allen joked, thinking that Luna looked more mortal at this time.

"Those professors really think that pickled lard is delicious, and they feel very satisfied when they eat it." Luna's light voice was different from usual, and it also revealed a little grievance, which seemed weak. Her spirit Somewhat off-putting, "I thought it was something like sour cream."

"Next time, you know, don't just look at other people's minds." Alan continued to exert force with his fingers, trying his best to relieve Luna's discomfort.

"I just can't control it." Luna looked at the blue sky outside, "Allen, it must have been nice outside after it snowed last night, so go for a walk outside with me behind your back."

Faced with Luna's rare request, Allen certainly had no intention of refusing. He glanced at Luna, who looked a little different from usual, sat up and let her go, and then bent down for the stretched out limbs. She put on her clothes, shoes and socks, let Luna hold her neck, and put Luna on her back. When leaving the room, Luna reached out to the direction of the bed behind her, and the thick quilt on the bed automatically flew over to cover the two of them, leaving only their faces and Alan's legs exposed, although the shape looked a bit It was embarrassing, but Allen still walked out in a good mood.

The cold but clear air outside lifted Luna's spirits. They ignored the eyes of the students around them because of their strange shapes, and walked slowly around the campus until there was a loud noise in front of them. A group of wizards gathered together, looking up at the top of Durmstrang Castle.

A figure descended from the sky accompanied by the cheers of the surrounding students, and with a bang, the thing fell into the snowdrift.

Alan and Luna also followed the eyes of the students around them and looked up, only to see some students wearing Durmstrang's red wizard robe school uniform standing in line at the highest point in the four-story castle. When it was their turn, both men and women took off all their clothes and only their underwear, picked up a bottle of vodka from the ground next to it and poured it down, and then immediately jumped off the top of the castle, accompanied by the onlookers below. Their cheers fell on the thick snowdrifts below.

From the conversations of the students around me, I learned that those students born in Russia in their college hold such activities every year, and some students born in other countries were also influenced by them to participate.

What made Alan even more speechless was that the tall and burly fat man was wrapped in thick clothes like a bear, and he also appeared among the group of wizards queuing up to experience it. He also started messing around with these students. It seems that in the remaining time, he has to find something for this group of team members to do.

A skinny professor with a gray beard also appeared on the top of the building. Alan recognized him as one of the culprits who made Luna misunderstand and let her eat pickled lard. He separated the crowd and said something serious to the frontmost student, and then the student who had already taken off his clothes put down the bottle in his hand and stepped aside.

Allen shrugged, it seemed that the carnival of these wizards was coming to an end.

But what I didn't expect was that the professor suddenly took off his clothes, lifted the wine bottle that the student had put on the ground just now, drank it all in one go, howled happily, and then pointed his wand at himself. , so that his body immediately ignited a raging flame. Then, under the admiring eyes of this group of students, he jumped down from the roof of the building with agility that did not match his old image, and even did a few somersaults in the air before falling into the snowdrift piled high under the building. The fire on his body was instantly extinguished by the ice and snow, and the old professor nimbly crawled out of the snowdrift, safe and sound. Immediately there was an even louder cheer from the crowd.