Chapter 146 [Werewolves and Dementors]

Lupin was sweating all over.

He didn't expect that his werewolf identity had been exposed before his teaching career at Hogwarts had even begun.

And it was exposed by a strange little wizard.

He moved the scarf around his neck and kept changing the suitcase in his hand, making small movements.

"Well, why do you think so?" Lupin said as he squeezed in along the aisle and chose a compartment to sit in. He subconsciously wanted to avoid the gaze of the young wizard.

Rock followed him into the compartment slowly, "Professor Lupin, you may rarely deal with people. When an ordinary wizard is questioned as a werewolf, he will not ask the other party why he thinks so? Instead, he will angrily scold back and may not even bother to prove himself."

The status of a werewolf is very low in the wizarding world, which is no different from insulting the other party for carrying an infectious disease.

"..."

Okay, I'm really not good at dealing with people.

Lupin surrendered.

He focused his attention on the little wizard who had exposed him, and the other party was now sitting in the same box with him openly.

Lupin was curious about how the other party knew that he was a werewolf.

He stared at Rock, and suddenly, Lupin focused his eyes on Rock's suitcase, on which was painted a pattern familiar to Lupin, which was a cloud of gray fog.

Lupin hurriedly took out a bottle of wolfsbane potion from his suitcase, which he had recently bought in Knockturn Alley.

The black wizard said that this was the work of a potion master, and the gray fog painted on the bottle was the other party's anti-counterfeiting mark.

As a poor wandering werewolf, Lupin's every gold galleon was extremely precious, so Lupin also inquired in Knockturn Alley. The master's work was well-known and full of credibility, so he gritted his teeth and bought it.

It was kept by himself as a backup. In case of an accident one day, it is always a good thing to have a wolfsbane potion on hand.

After comparing the potion with the pattern on the suitcase, Lupin's face was a little subtle. It might not be a coincidence that the same pattern was on the suitcase of the little wizard in front of him. Wizard suitcases are generally extremely private items, and the marks on them usually symbolize identity. For example, his suitcase is engraved with "Professor R. J. Lupin".

The reason why the suitcase is so private is because of the traceless extension spell. The Ministry of Magic stipulates that the traceless extension spell cannot be used for private purposes, especially for things like suitcases. The birth of this regulation is related to the smuggling of magical animals. However, this regulation is not recognized by wizards.

"This... is not a potion you made?" Lupin asked uncertainly.

Among his classmates of that generation, there happened to be two potion geniuses. One was Harry's mother Lily, who also worked part-time to sell potions during school. The other Lupin was more familiar, Snape.

Rock was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the potion he made would flow into Lupin's hands. He took the potion from Lupin's hand and carefully examined it. When the magic power approached the gray fog pattern, the gray fog began to flow silently, like rising fog.

The trademark was correct. It was indeed his potion bottle, but Rock had to wait and see whether it was the potion he made.

In the past two years, he had established a reputation in Knockturn Alley, so naturally there would be black wizards who pretended to be him and wanted to make a quick buck. The trademark was difficult to imitate, so the group of black wizards simply used the old potion bottles sold by Rock to hold their own potions. However, Rock soon discovered this. He cast a spell on the subsequent potions, and after drinking them, the trademark on the bottle would disappear.

But after all, there were a few early bottles still circulating outside.

Rock opened the potion and sniffed it, then looked at the quality. "It is indeed the wolfsbane potion I made, not a new potion in an old bottle..."

"That potion master is really you...It is not easy to make wolfsbane potion. Many potion shops I know cannot make wolfsbane potion. You are so young and can actually do it. It's amazing." Lupin praised from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, what impressed him most was not Rock's pharmaceutical technology, but the fact that he could calmly make wolfsbane potion. This represents the young wizard's view of werewolves, at least not as extreme as other wizards in society.

Sure enough, he made the right choice to come to Hogwarts. The first student he met was so kind. It was still the same as when he was young. Lupin's expression softened.

Rock suddenly frowned and raised the potion in his hand, "Your bottle seems to have a lot less dosage, have you drunk it?"

"I didn't drink it, but it's normal to have a little less." Lupin told the truth, "You know, it's not easy for werewolves to find jobs and make money because they suffer discrimination, and the wolf poison potion is expensive, so I found a werewolf fellow to buy it..."

In short, Lupin bought a second-hand product that was 99% new. He and the werewolf wizard each took some potion, so the two of them were considered AA.

"How much did you spend?" Rock suddenly asked.

Lupin was stunned, then gestured a number with his hand.

Rock glanced at it, and after a moment of silence, he said: "This is the original price I sold it for."

"..."

The box was suddenly silent, and Rock seemed to hear the voice of a broken heart.

"It doesn't matter, I... don't care." Lupin forced a smile, and he tried to maintain his demeanor as a teacher in front of the new students.

In order to save this little money, he didn't even stay in a hotel these days, but found a place to sleep outside. Originally, Lu Ping planned to catch up on his sleep as soon as he got on the train...

Now I feel better, I am no longer angry or sleepy.

Lupine just wants to find the werewolf wizard who tricked him in the first place and slap that guy hard.

Rock was not surprised by this. He had seen almost everyone in Knockturn Alley in the past two years.

This is the current situation of werewolves and wizards. A large number of werewolves living at the bottom are discriminated against, so that they cannot find jobs and cannot go to magic schools. They can only make a living by stealing, deceiving and other means, and this intensifies the wizarding world's hatred of them. It can be said that the discrimination is basically that of Brother Ni in the magic world.

He was still born in the wrong era. In another twenty or thirty years, when Run goes to the magical world of the Bad Kingdom and shouts that the life of werewolves matters, he might be able to do well.

"Wow--"

While the two of them were thinking about things, the door of the carriage was suddenly opened. Lupine raised his head and saw several little wizards he didn't recognize.

Immediately afterwards, Lupine's expression changed. He hadn't even had time to tell Rock and asked him to keep the fact that he was a werewolf a secret.

The little wizard who came in said hello to Rock: "Rock, you really should prepare an owl. I can't contact you during the holidays. By the way, will you join Ravenclaw's Quidditch team this year? ?”

"Sorry, Cedric, maybe not." Rock shook his head. He was not very interested in Quidditch.

Cedric smiled: "That's a shame. There are many games between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in the new semester. I'm looking forward to playing Quidditch with you."

Then, Cedric casually chatted a few words about home affairs, bowed to Professor Lupin and said hello, then turned and left.

Lupine was a little confused by this, but he was also relieved. These little wizards didn't seem to come to sit in the carriage. They seemed to just pass by to say hello to Rock.

He was just about to speak to Rock and ask him to keep it a secret, but the carriage door opened again immediately.

This time it was a Slytherin student named Marcus Flint. Like Cedric, he chatted with Rock for a few words and then left.

These little wizards seemed to have just happened to pass by this carriage, but Lu Ping knew very well that their carriage was relatively far back, and there were many empty carriages in front of them.

This came specifically to find Roark.

"You have so many friends." Lu Ping said as he looked at the two groups of people leaving one after another.

Rock took out a "Book of Spells" from his suitcase, "I don't have many friends, it's just that there are many students who know me in school..."

Since he single-handedly defeated the four major colleges, Rock has become an idol-level student in the school with this record.

Lupine didn't know these things, but he still took the opportunity to quickly tell Rock, please don't tell Rock that he is a werewolf.

As the loud whistle of the train sounded, more and more little wizards were walking around in the train carriage. From time to time, one or two little wizards would come over to say hello to Rock.

Lupine was dumbfounded by this, and he thought Rock was some kind of boy-who-lived.

If he hadn't been there as a professor, Lu Ping felt that these students might have sat down directly in this carriage.

Damn it, are these students visiting the dock?

Woo hoo - the train's whistle sounded louder, and with the shaking, the train began to slowly start, and Lupine also took a breath. Almost all the students got on the train, and there should be no more people coming here to "pay homage to the pier" .

"Crash!" The carriage door was opened again.

Lupine sighed and looked up again. After just one glance, he seemed a little cautious.

Because this time it's Harry, the son of his dead brother Potter.

"Look, I said that if Rock finds it troublesome, he will definitely sit in the inner compartment." Harry said happily behind him, and then hurriedly got into the compartment.

Hermione and Ron squeezed in after Harry.

Lupine subconsciously leaned in to make some room for Harry and the others.

He didn't know what to say or how to make a good impression on Harry.

The three of them, Harry and others, also looked at Professor Lupin carefully. There was a stranger here, and Harry and the others couldn't let go.

However, as time passed, Harry and Ron quickly got used to this silent professor.

…

The Hogwarts Express drove steadily northward, while the clouds overhead became increasingly thicker.

It didn't take long for it to start raining outside the window. Looking out from the car window, the outline of the continuous hills seemed blurred.

"Harry, it's a good thing you came out of the house quickly, otherwise we would have been in big trouble if we met that Sirius."

Warm lights were on in the carriage, and Ron was eating snacks and said to Harry.

Rock and Hermione were reading leisurely by the light. Lupine had chosen to close his eyes and pretend to sleep from the beginning. He had not yet decided how to face Harry.

However, Ron's words still attracted Lupine's attention.

Ron took a bite of the chocolate frog and continued: "You said you met a black dog before. I think it might be some kind of omen."

Get excited!

Lupine jumped up suddenly.

He pressed Harry's shoulder in horror, "Black dog? You said you met a black dog?"

"Well... I met a black dog." As a werewolf, Lupine's hand was very strong, and Harry's pinch was a little painful. "But, Rock said, it was an Animagus."

Lupine turned to look at Rock in surprise upon hearing this, "He's right, it's an Animagus. Listen to me, Harry, you must be careful when you see dogs in the future and stay away from them."

Okay... Harry didn't answer.

He actually didn't hate canines very much. More than that, Harry even felt that wolves and dogs would not harm him. Maybe... it was because Rock's patron saint was a wolf.

"I don't hate dogs," Harry said to Lupin, "and I don't hate wolves either."

Lupine was stunned for a moment. He opened his mouth, but in the end he just said lonelyly: "You and James are so similar, and he doesn't hate them either..."

He released his hold on Harry's shoulders and stumbled back into his seat.

At this time, the train was moving slower and slower, the sound of the wheels became smaller, but the sound of wind and rain outside the window became louder.

"Kudeng——"

The train suddenly trembled and stopped. There was a banging sound in the distance, as if some luggage fell from the rack with inertia.

Harry was closest to the door. He stood up to see what was going on in the corridor. He opened the door of the carriage. Harry poked his head out, only to find that people were peeking out of the carriages along the corridor.

"What happened?" Ron's voice came from behind Harry.

Other carriages were also busy discussing.

Then, suddenly, all the lights went out and they were plunged into complete darkness.

Before Harry could retract his extended head, he saw someone standing there in the dark corridor, opening the carriage doors one by one.

"Don't be nervous..." Lupine's voice sounded from behind. He held up his staff, and a little fluorescent light lit up from the tip of the staff, illuminating the carriage: "It should be someone from the Ministry of Magic who wants to check the carriage..."

He stood up and passed Harry towards the corridor, but as soon as he got out, there were screams from the other carriages!

Lupine, who had just stood in the corridor, also changed his expression suddenly: "Is Fudge crazy?"

He glanced outside through the window in the corridor, and sure enough, it was cloudy outside, raining heavily, and countless dementors were flying above the Hogwarts carriages.

Guys wearing black cloaks and turbans almost occupied the sky.

Although Lupine had long known that Fudge would arrange dementors, he didn't expect that Fudge would arrange so many.

"What's going on?" Lupine shouted towards the Auror in front.

The Auror also waved his hand anxiously: "Hurry up and get them out of the carriage! The little wizard's emotions are too tempting to the dementors, and too many dementors took advantage of the opportunity to get into the carriage!"

Damn it!

Lupine also saw that there were many dementors wandering in the corridors of the carriage. They couldn't control themselves at all. Once they became addicted, they began to "suck" the little wizard's happy emotions on orders.

There were so many Dementors that almost everyone in the carriage felt the temperature drop sharply.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Lupine summoned a white wolf to help some young wizards drive away the dementors.

"No, it's too much..."

Lupine frowned. His patron saint could only drive away, but could not completely eliminate the dementors.

The area around the patron saint was clean, but the dementors were wandering back and forth in different carriages. As soon as the patron saint approached, they dispersed in a swarm, and as soon as the patron saint left, they immediately came closer.

Lupine, who was upset and angry, subconsciously looked back at Harry, only to find that the other person was also looking at him, but behind Harry's head that poked out of the carriage, there was a Dementor standing.

Oops!

Lupine hurriedly controlled the Wolf Patronus to help Harry drive away the dementors.

But it's still too late!

Lupine watched helplessly as a trace of happy emotion appeared, and white mist flew out of Harry's mouth and eyes, rushing towards the dementors.

Then--

This invisible emotion was held in mid-air by a hand.

Um?

Lupine's eyes widened and he slowed down.

Even the dementor didn't seem to realize why he didn't feel this happy emotion.

"...Rock?"

Lupine finally saw who it was.

Rock walked out of the carriage behind Harry, still clutching Harry's emotions from being sucked out by the dementors.

"Huh~"

As if breathing, a spell was spit out from Rock's mouth along with the white mist: "Calling for God's Guardian!"

Countless white mists were like waves, beating out in all directions with Roark as the center.

wrong! Where is the patronus?

Lupine did not see Rock's patron saint, but he did not believe that Rock, wrapped in such a thick white mist, would not be able to summon the form of his patron saint.

Suddenly, Lupine's werewolf instinct drove Lupine to look outside the window.

There were no dementors outside the glass, and no rain or sky could be seen, only the huge teeth that gnashed together.

The carriage was actually swallowed by this patron saint.