Chapter 122 It's Really Long (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 122 It's really long (Second update~Please subscribe~)

Ron was stunned.

Harry talked to him for such a long time, and he made some progress.

But Hermione...

Just thinking about it, she made such a big progress.

Is this the strength of the second in the grade?

Hermione couldn't control her emotions, and her mouth curled up.

"Hermione, how did you do it?" Ron couldn't help asking, he was very envious.

"The power of emotions." Hermione waved her hand, and was rarely modest and reserved, "Like Harry said, it's good to be full of emotions and beliefs."

Ron held the wand and lowered his head in thought.

Obviously, he was the same, and he was determined enough to shout out the name of that dead pervert and break the shackles of fear.

But how...

Is it worse than Hermione?

They continued to train.

Harry looked at Hermione, trying to figure out the emotions he felt from Dumbledore on the Quidditch field today. The expression on Hermione's face was almost the same as his, but there was no "anger".

He didn't try rashly, and planned to wait until Monday to ask Dumbledore for advice.

Until one o'clock in the morning.

Ron and Hermione failed to summon a concrete Patronus.

However, for the third-year wizards, their performance was good enough.

But they were not satisfied. Without Professor Potter's instructions, they flipped through Harry's notes and took the initiative to write papers on the Patronus Charm. Even Ron wrote a nine-inch long paper.

Monday's courses were tedious.

Ron and Hermione used the first Divination class to catch up on sleep. Harry made up an excuse for them that they had been studying astrology last night, which easily fooled Trelawney and gave Gryffindor an extra point.

After the more tiring Transfiguration class.

The little lions rushed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with their schoolbags. They chattered and discussed excitedly.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was the pillar that supported them through the whole morning.

Professor Lupin's class was always interesting.

Last week he said that he would show them a more interesting dark magic creature in the next class.

They had been guessing what it would be all weekend.

But when they stepped into the classroom, their hearts suddenly cooled.

It was really a "dark magic creature" that they had never seen in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Standing in the classroom was not Professor Lupin, who they had been thinking about, but Professor Snape, who was wearing a black robe and had not washed his hair for a long time.

The class bell rang.

Snape glanced at them and said calmly: "Very good, no one is late, including the reckless and brainless Gryffindors."

The little lions gnashed their teeth.

"Where is Professor Lupin?" A little wizard mustered up the courage and raised his hand to ask.

Snape sneered: "He is not feeling well and needs to rest. You should remember this. He is a sick man and may have an attack once a month."

"And..."

"I think Mr. Thomas should know that I don't like being disturbed during class."

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor."

Snape paused, ignored Thomas's resentful eyes, and continued: "I have seen Professor Lupin's lesson plan. What does he teach?"

"Red hat, Grindelwald..."

"Have you been wasting time with these things that first-year students can deal with?"

He waved his wand and the book in front of him turned quickly, stopping at nearly one-twentieth of the last: "Now everyone, turn to the last chapter."

"Today we are going to learn how to deal with a dangerous and stupid dark magic creature-werewolf."

The little wizards were shocked.

Hermione thought of something, turned her head in panic, and looked at Harry.

Harry looked at her and nodded slightly.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and listened to the lecture quietly.

Snape is undoubtedly an excellent professor. If you can ignore the subjective resentment in every sentence he says, this class is almost as good as Professor Lupin's class.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Snape paused, took back what he was about to say, and slammed the table: "Now assign homework."

"Each person should write a paper about how to identify werewolves before they transform and how to kill them. Twenty inches."

"Submit it next Monday."

He paused and his tone became dangerous.

"By the way, I have to remind the Gryffindors."

"You have to write every word of this paper yourself. The professors are not fools. They can see which little wizards have references in their papers."

He threw his robe and turned away.

The little wizards wailed.

Twenty inches!

That's almost half a meter.

How could they write it?

If it were any other professor, even Professor McGonagall, they would have the courage to speak up for him, but they couldn't muster up that much courage when facing Snape.

Ron was also in pain, even though in the eyes of most Gryffindors, he had become a learning enthusiast second only to Harry and Hermione: "Twenty inches!"

"Professor Snape must be taking revenge. He has always wanted to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he never got it. His mentality has become twisted!"

Harry waved his hand: "When did you have the illusion that his mentality was not twisted?"

Ron opened his mouth and sighed.

Yes, that was Professor Snape.

Let alone a twenty-inch paper, it is normal to capture a werewolf, dissect it in class, and explain it to them.

"It's due next Monday, and there's only one week left." Ron tugged at his hair. If he only had this one article in a week, he wouldn't be so anxious.

The key is that the paper in hand is more than that.

The Divination class has a five-inch paper, and the Transfiguration class has just assigned an eight-inch paper. Only half a day has passed in the week.

"You don't need to be so anxious. You can write slowly." Harry shook his head and said softly.

Ron was stunned.

"Professor Lupine's class will be next Monday." Hermione added, "Professor Lupine will have recovered from his illness by then."

Ron was suspicious: "So sure."

"Of course, Harry and I both feel the same way." Hermione nodded, not forgetting to bring Harry to her united front.

Ron felt relieved and his mind became active: "If Professor Luping can come back next Monday, won't I not have to write this paper?"

"But next month, there will be Professor Snape taking over the class." Harry broke his fantasy.

Ron was startled.

"Professor Lupine will definitely get sick once a month, and it will almost always be at this time." Hermione said with certainty.

Ron was thoughtful, and the content of the class went over in his mind. He paused and looked at Harry in fear.

Before he could ask a question.

Harry and Hermione nodded.

Ron opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Harry knew it a long time ago, and I just found out just now." Hermione said softly, "According to Professor Snape's almost explicit way, many people should already know it."

"I remember in fifth year Hufflepuff, the first lesson on Monday was Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

They happened to walk into the auditorium.

Ron looked over.

There was a lot of laughter and laughter at the Hufflepuff long table. There were several fifth-year students they were familiar with, talking and laughing, and they didn't seem to know about this.

"They really know?" Ron couldn't believe it, "That's a werewolf."

As he spoke, he paused and explained nervously and stammering: "Harry, I didn't mean to say anything bad about Professor Lupin. It's just that we know very well that he is a very good person, but other students..."

Hermione interrupted him: "So what if it's a werewolf?"

“Think about it, what kind of professors have we had over the past two years?”

A man possessed by a mysterious man. The external story is that Quirrell is an extremely dangerous dark wizard.

One was also possessed by a mysterious man. According to external reports, it was a dark wizard who used black magic tools to control the students and professors in the castle.

"It's just a werewolf." Harry said as he sat down. "The professors knew his identity, and when he was at his most dangerous, he even knew how to hide."

"He's safe, isn't he?"

Ron was stunned. He was persuaded, picked up his fork, pulled over a plate of beef ribs, and nodded.

Compared with the mysterious man, a werewolf with self-control is indeed very safe.

"And he teaches very well." Hermione emphasized the word "teach", "Who knows if the next professor will be as good as Professor Lupine?"

Ron swallowed the beef in his mouth: "There is a high probability that there is none."

In fact, there is no need to wait for next Monday or Friday, Professor Luping will return to continue teaching them.

This made the little wizards very happy.

Seamus waved his wand and blew up his half-written paper. The other little wizards also followed suit, tearing up the parchment and scattering it into the sky like fireworks, and celebrated happily.

Ron looked at them with pity.

What a group of immature little lions, he carefully put away his copy of the paper.

Although Harry gained some experience after the incident on the Quidditch pitch, he still didn't make much progress with the Patronus Charm.

He could feel that his patron saint was about to change.

It's just one step away from being reborn and transformed from the ordinary.

But it's like constipation.

No matter how hard Harry tried, he just couldn't get out.

Ron and Hermione alike.

They have been able to skillfully release the patron saint spell, and the silvery white mist is also very thick, but they are still one step away from the actual form.

Until December, when the first winter snow falls.

Saturday morning.

Harry and the others were having breakfast in the Great Hall when a group of owls flew over carrying a slender package and dropped the thing in front of Harry.

He was panting from exhaustion and screaming.

"Looking for Hedwig?" Harry asked tentatively, looking at their anxious expressions.

A group of grunts nodded.

"It hasn't woken up yet. It's still in the dormitory." Harry replied.

An owl pecked his palm tentatively: "I don't have any rations here, you should go find Hedwig."

They immediately flew away with a splash.

Leave the long package on the table.