Chapter 370 Substitute Teaching

Outside the auditorium.

Several Hufflepuffs were breaking pomegranates. There were not many edible fruits in winter, and their magic was not strong enough to grow crops out of season.

Hufflepuffs may not care much about other things, but "eating" is one of the few things they care about.

How capable you are, how much food you eat.

For example, in this winter, if you want to eat some fruits, you have to either buy them or grow them yourself.

The little badgers don't have much pocket money, so they spend most of it on Honeydukes.

They can't afford to buy fruit.

They are very interested in growing fruits.

But at this moment, the little badgers were holding pomegranates and had no intention of enjoying the rare delicacy in winter. They stared blankly at the hourglass hanging on the wall.

The one who belongs to Gryffindor, the ups and downs, the stumblings.

Within a few seconds.

Just add points, subtract points, add points, subtract points several times.

After several minutes, this thrilling ups and downs stopped, and the score stayed at its original position.

"What happened to Gryffindor?" someone asked curiously.

This kind of change is so frequent that the eyes of the audience twitch when they look at it. It is really abnormal.

"Isn't Professor Snape in a bad mood lately?" A little badger lowered his voice and looked around cautiously.

Someone next to me interrupted: "When has Professor Snape been in a good mood?"

"Perhaps these days have been even worse." The little badger continued, "Sitting in the office, bored, deducting Gryffindor house points for fun?"

This conjecture sounds ridiculous.

But if you think about it carefully, it's really possible that Professor Snape can do it.

Anyway, Gryffindor's score remained unchanged in the end, and Professor Snape also let out the anger in his heart.

In the principal's office.

Snape, who was thought to be venting his anger on Gryffindor, said coldly: "Twenty points from Gryffindor."

He doesn't even bother to find a reason now.

Dumbledore sighed, somewhat helplessly: "Twenty points to Gryffindor, Severus, I think we should all stop this boring game."

"It's you who are boring, Albus." Snape shook his head and counted on his fingers, "Five points from Gryffindor."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and saw that he had an attitude of never giving up. He opened his mouth and was about to add back the deduction points.

Snape spoke before him: "Don't add any more points. As of now, Gryffindor's points are exactly where they were at the beginning."

"Really?" Dumbledore raised his hand and pushed up his glasses.

Snape nodded.

Harry nodded too.

After all, magic is idealistic, and most wizards are not good at logic. This is reflected in life, that is, wizards are not good at mathematics. Snape is one of the few special cases. He is very good at logic and even takes pleasure in it. When he was in the first grade, the barrier he built for the Sorcerer's Stone was a reasoning question based on "logic".

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Voldemort is also a special case. Even if he was not so sane and crazy at the time, simple reasoning questions could not stump him.

Dumbledore is not very good at mathematics, but the long years have brought him wisdom, including some knowledge that is difficult for him to master. Mathematics is one of them. He counted it on his fingers. After a while, I pulled out my memory, watched it again, and calculated the numbers.

"It's really just right." Dumbledore tugged at his beard and finally calculated the result after a while.

Snape sneered: "Albus, you are the most ridiculous thing to doubt my mind."

Dumbledore blinked, his face innocent.

Snape raised his head and said calmly: "Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to say that I have to ask you for leave in the next few days. There are some things that I need to do."

"It could be a few days, it could be more than a week."

"You're going to have to find a substitute teacher."

Dumbledore looked embarrassed: "Severus, my dear professor, although this will give me a headache, since it is you who requested leave, I think I have to agree. Regarding the candidate for the substitute professor, you have Any good recommendations?”

Snape said nothing.

Harry said: "You can call Uncle Remus here. He is no longer a werewolf. The students will not have any objections."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"Albus, when you go traveling, you can call Geralt." Harry continued, "He is as sharp as me and can discover many magical scenery that your brain cannot."

Dumbledore responded cheerfully: "A very good offer."

When a new week comes.

The little wizards discover that Hogwarts has prepared an early Christmas gift for them.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Snape's skull-like face was no longer visible, but instead turned into a professor they were familiar with.

Professor Lupine!

Among the six professors they have experienced in the past few years, he is recognized as the best.

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Professor Lupine, who appeared in front of them this time, seemed a little strange.

Different from their impression of being embarrassed, poor, and emaciated, and looking like he was seriously ill all the time—in fact, he was indeed ill. Professor Luping now looked human-like, with all the clothes on his face. The brand new robe is an ice blue color that is most suitable for cold fair skin. The hair has been meticulously taken care of, and it no longer feels as messy as weeds.

The figure has also swelled up, and there is no sense of weakness.

His face also became rosy, and there were thick dark circles under his eyes.

"Professor Black?" someone asked tentatively.

In their impression, Professor Lupine never dressed up.

Only when Professor Black used Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself as Professor Lupine would he deliberately dress up.

Now

They have an inexplicable sense of sight, and it is difficult not to have such doubts.

"Sirius?" Lupine smiled, "Why do you think he is pretending to be me?"

"Of course it's me, Remus Lupin."

As soon as he spoke, the students immediately recognized that this tone of voice and gentle demeanor were definitely not what Professor Black could do. This was Professor Lupine.

The students cheered.

"Professor, what happened to Professor Snape? Will you be the one to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts in the future?" A Gryffindor student asked eagerly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Lupine whistled: "It seems you are still so unwelcome to Professor Snape?"

"But I regret to inform you that nothing happened to Professor Snape. He is safe and healthy. It's just that as a potion master, there are always things that he can't escape. He needs to leave Hogwarts temporarily. For a while, I will be substitute teaching until the Christmas holidays.”

Students wailed: "Is it just until the Christmas break?"

This may sound like a long time, until the end of the semester.

But it's already December, and it's only a week or two until Christmas. The time of more than ten days is really too short.

"Okay." Lu Ping clapped his hands, "I understand your teaching progress."

"Professor Snape is indeed an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts master. Even if I were to come, his course schedule would not be able to reach this level."

"But we may have a different understanding of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Next, let's have a good lesson."

Lupine waved his wand, and the view of the basement brightened.

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