Chapter 523? Calling the Gods to Protect

The weather outside Hogwarts became very cold, and the little wizards wanted to bury their heads in their robes, but Harry was different. He walked up the marble stairs two steps at a time, from the fact that Professor Lupine was a werewolf to the public. Since that day, an unknown fire has been burning in his heart. Why do kind people always suffer misfortune? Sirius has been in jail for so many years, Lupine is like this now, and his parents...

On one landing he walked past a large portrait of the knight Sir Cadogan. Sir Cadogan drew his sword and swung it viciously at Harry, who paid him no heed.

"Come back, you runaway coward! Don't back down, fight me..." Sir Cadogan yelled in a muffled voice from behind his visor, but Harry just kept going, thinking angrily, "Why? Few people are willing to stand up and help Professor Lupine. It’s a waste of his kindness to everyone. What’s the use of being kind to others! You regret it now, she doesn’t let you use magic at all, and you just read that boring textbook in class. Professor Lupine is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the world, bar none."

Harry stopped in his tracks suddenly, and his eyes turned to the distance. Dolores Jane Umbridge, the senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic and the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts, walked through the arched doorway, triumphantly, Strutting through the corridors, in the fuzzy pink cardigan she wore the night she captured Lupine, with the black velvet bow on top, Harry thought once again of a large fly, strongly and vividly. Foolishly fell on a bigger toad.

Neville and Fleger passed her face to face in the corridor. She raised her chin and pointed with her wand. The two of them were hit back a few steps. Leaving them breathless, as Professor Umbridge walked past, they were hit on the back again, and the part of the shirt exposed in the back was also tucked into the trousers. The two watched Umbridge gloomily as he walked away. Her magic wand pointed at a couple sitting on a long stone bench under the corridor wall and kissing. The couple was quickly bounced away, and they lowered their heads and did not dare to look at her. Otherwise, once they showed up, what was waiting for them would be Lengthy confinement, and corporal punishment.

In a short period of time, the Weasley brothers and Harry have been punished several times, and many notices have been hung on one wall of the auditorium hall. New school rules such as "no music during studies, immediate ban on all Weasley products, proper attire and polite behavior at all times" were nailed to the stone wall one by one. He is very happy to be Professor Umbridge's executor and supervisor. He thinks these regulations of Professor Umbridge are too much for his appetite. It would be even better if he can be allowed to resume punishment measures such as iron whips and prison cells up.

When Harry walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium. Harry threw his schoolbag back, and without looking at Umbridge, walked straight to the last row of the classroom with his head held high. Seeing this, Umbridge's smile grew sweeter.

The students who came in afterwards were silent when they walked into the classroom, and they felt very tormented when they thought of the boring time they were about to face. They didn't dare to mess around with small tricks. When they first attended Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, a paper crane that Seamus and Dean were playing with before the class was turned into a pile of ashes by Umbridge. The various deductions and punishments let them know how strict Professor Umbridge is on classroom discipline.

"Students, good afternoon!" She said after the whole class sat down. Only a few classmates mumbled "good afternoon" in reply, and she asked them to do it again in a whiny voice.

"Please continue to put away your wands and take out "Defense Against the Dark Arts Theory." Professor Umbridge's words were not surprising at all. The students present were staring at the magic books on their desks without any action. They had expected her to say this a long time ago, and it almost became her regular opening line.

Looking around at the expressions of the students in the classroom, Harry felt a deep pleasure inexplicably.

"Turn to page fifteen. Let's change the way of learning today." Professor Umbridge faced the whole class, crossed his fingers and placed them squarely on his chest, "You can read silently by yourself, you don't have to Read it aloud again, and I want absolute silence in class."

The class fell silent, and Umbridge smiled with satisfaction.

At this time, a knock on the door interrupted her lecture. She frowned and looked at Lupine, who was described as haggard, appeared at the door of the classroom, followed by several members of the Werewolf Control Bureau.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Professor Umbridge, I've come to get my things," said Professor Lupine gently. Although the "Anti-Werewolf Law" passed by Umbridge in 1993 made it difficult for him to find a job and became impoverished, this time it was because of her that he let himself leave Hogwarts in embarrassment, but Lupine had feelings for her instead. There was no emotional ups and downs, but the eyes of the children sitting on the seats looking back at him made Lupine's heart throbbing.

If Dumbledore hadn't agreed to some of Cornelius Fudge's conditions, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been punished too severely as I am now. I just went to the Werewolf Control Bureau to complete the registration, and then lived under the compulsory supervision of the Werewolf Control Bureau for a period of time after that. Now, freed from the Ministry of Magic, he was taken back to Hogwarts by Werewolf Control officers to take his personal belongings.

"Do you want me to come back after class?" Lupine asked after a pause.

"Take it now, Mr. Lupine." Umbridge calmly reminded Lupine that he was no longer a professor. Harry, sitting in the back row, raised his eyes and glared at Umbridge.

Lu Ping quietly walked towards the staff lounge at the back of the classroom. Neville tilted his head down, watching Lu Ping's clothes brush past his desk, turned his head slightly, and pursed his lips. , very sad and remorseful. Wherever Lupine passed, the little wizards secretly looked at him with their eyes.

The classroom was dead silent just as Umbridge ordered before, but in this silence, the little wizards looked at Lupine who was wrapping a scarf for himself in the half-open door, and their mood became more and more depressed. Professor Lupine is indeed a werewolf, but compared with the current boring course where points are deducted, confinement, and corporal punishment, the previous class is simply a kind of enjoyment.

Unlike the gentle Professor Lupine who gave them many practical practical lessons, although Professor Umbridge always likes to speak in her softest, most coquettish little girl-like voice. Except for the "top students" in the intensive training class who can carry out activities and exercises in a legitimate way, the others can only be forced to accept the theoretical knowledge she taught them, and they can't even practice privately. That content will not help them in real life, and it will even make them fail the practical exams required for O.W.Ls exams.

The door creaked, Lupine came out, and passed between the students' seats with his head bowed. Parvati watched him pass sideways, blinked, and unconsciously clenched her fists. Just as Lupine walked to the front door, Parvati Patil, the Indian girl, jumped up from her seat, "Professor Lupine, I'm sure you won't hurt anyone."

"Thank you, Patil." Lupine took two steps in her direction, gazed at Parvati, and nodded his thanks.

"Come on, Mr. Lupine," Umbridge urged coldly. "Now, 10 points will be deducted from Gryffindor, Miss Parvati, please sit down."

"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher I've ever taught!" Parvati snapped, turning sharply at Umbridge.

"I'm going to put you in confinement, Miss Parvati." Umbridge ordered with wide-eyed eyes, "Anyone who dares to speak again will be put in confinement like her."

Professor Lupine pursed his lips, and looked around the students in the classroom sadly.

Looking at Petyr Parvati's determined eyes, Harry felt deeply that Neville's memory ball was snatched by Malfoy during the flying class in the first grade, not by anyone else in Gryffindor. It was the girl Patil who stood up and wanted to help Neville at the first time. She was a real Gryffindor.

"The best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher among Professors Lupine!" Harry also stood up and shouted loudly, expressing his support.

"Ten points from Gryffindor! Mr. Potter, sit down, and come to my office at five o'clock every afternoon from today onwards." Umbridge's nostrils dilated and his eyes narrowed.

"Professor Umbridge, this is my fault, please don't punish them, I will leave now." Lupine took two steps forward, then stopped to apologize to Umbridge and said that he would be there soon To leave, he wanted to protect his former students.

"Mr. Lupine, I remind you that I am the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I have every right to punish students for confinement. Now, please leave and don't disturb my teaching." Umbridge raised his eyes Looking at Lupin, there was no longer a smirk on his face, but it was full of sarcasm.

Ron looked at Harry who was trembling with anger. He panted violently, gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes a few times, and stood up cruelly. "Professor Lupine is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"

Ever since Umbridge became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, the resentment that the little wizards have not been able to fully vent at this moment completely spewed out. Amid Umbridge's furious warning, the Gryffindors stood up one after another. Expressing his support for Lupine.

Hermione originally wanted to stand up too, but thinking of the intensive training class she managed for Allen, Umbridge's posture was already low enough, and she couldn't destroy the friendly balance that the two sides barely maintained.

Neville blushed, and was encouraged by the looks of the others, and he also stood up, but he felt that "the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher among Professor Lupin!" was not enough to vent his mood, not enough! After the night when Professor Lupine was arrested, Neville has been annoyed about his cowardice, and regretted why he was afraid of Professor Lupine's werewolf form. He has been blaming himself every day for not being able to stand up like Harry did Safeguard Professor Lupine. Apart from the sympathetic Professor Pomona Sprout, no professor was as friendly, encouraging, and reassuring as Professor Lupine. But when Professor Lu Ping needed encouragement and help the most, he actually flinched and became cowardly.

Yes, that's not enough, not nearly enough! Neville felt that although he stood up, it was completely unable to vent the negative emotions accumulated and brewed in the past few days.

Looking at Professor Lupine not far away, the desire to protect him is like a surging sea, rushing to Neville's heart wave after wave-because of his own stupidity, Professor Lupine is teaching himself to learn During the Patronus Charm, the wand did not respond, and even the white mist could not be released, but the professor encouraged himself patiently, and never disliked insults or even gave up on himself.

Thinking of this, Neville, who was trembling with anger, pulled out the wand in his desk, "Call God to protect you!" He roared loudly, like a long-sleeping volcano finally erupting. He draws strength from the repressed emotions in his heart and turns them into courage. The belief in guardianship is guided out by Neville like a flood. The toad jumped nimbly across the desk and flew towards Professor Lupine.

"Call God's Guardian!" Harry also pulled out his wand neatly, and a silver stag spewed out, jumping briskly around Professor Lupine.

"Guardian!" Ron's patron saint, the Jack Russell terrier, also caught up with the stag and surrounded Lupine.

Their outburst gave the students in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom an outlet for catharsis.

The energy of positive emotions such as happiness and protection brought by the Patronus Charm filled the room. As if the earth was illuminated by lightning that suddenly pierced the sky in the silent night, the Muggle-born students felt as if they were witnessing the descending of God himself, and an indescribable sense of trembling burst out from the depths of every wizard's soul , and spread rapidly throughout the body.

They drew out their wands one after another, and even a few Slytherin students stood up and expressed their love and blessings to Professor Lupine with the Patronus Charm, even if not all of them could successfully cast it like Neville A full Patronus Charm, but even the dullest student, at this point is enough to release more white mist than usual.

"Professor Lupine, although you didn't teach me the Patronus Charm, but as the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher..." Hermione, who was still looking forward and backward, couldn't help it anymore when she saw the scene in front of her. She got up and raised her fourteen-inch mithril dragon heart tendon wand, even though she could cast the spell silently, she still shouted: "Call God to protect you!"

Pansy Parkinson, who was originally sitting on the seat and looked at the scene in front of her with the eyes of an outsider, frowned and complained at Hermione's movements, "This reckless lioness! Damn it, if I don't follow suit, Alan Harris will definitely be unhappy when he finds out, Alan will be unhappy, and Draco will definitely be unhappy too.”

She and the members of the Slytherin training class looked at each other and nodded at each other. Umbridge didn't dare to provoke so many pure-blood families at once.

"Call God to protect you!"

"Call God to protect you!"

"Call God to protect you!"

The team of silver animals that spewed out became larger and larger, and this willingness to guard became more and more distinct, like countless streams quickly converging into a torrent.

Hearing the sound of casting spells, he felt the patron saint who brought joy and peace around him, and saw the happy and tearful faces of the students in the classroom.

Remus Lupine's eyes were red, and tears mixed with snot slid down his cheeks. At this moment, for the first time, he felt free from the lycanthropy he had been carrying since childhood. The resulting prejudice can no longer affect him. He looked at the two Werewolf Control Bureau staff beside him, who understood Lupine's thoughts at this moment, and nodded to him after pushing each other a step away.

Lupine thanked them with a suppressed cry.

Pulled out his wand. Remus never liked his Patronus before, because it would keep reminding him of the pain. He hated all things related to wolves. Although teaching students to learn the Patronus Charm, he tried his best Instead of doing it himself, let Harry Potter demonstrate it for him, and unless it is absolutely necessary, he usually creates formless Patronus Charms on purpose, even when no one is watching.

"Guardian!" A silver wolf ran out of Lupin's wand, and led the patron saints of others to run around all the students in the classroom. At this moment, what his patron saint brought him was from The wolves are family oriented and not as aggressive as they used to feel.