Chapter 222 Werewolf

On the eve of the game, the wind and rain were fierce and even worse than before. The corridors and classrooms were pitch dark, so we had to light more torches and lamps. The Slytherin team certainly looked smug, and no one was as good at it as Malfoy.

"Oh, if only my arms were better!" he sighed, as the strong wind outside banged against the windows.

Harry had nothing on his mind except the next day's game. Oliver Wood kept running to him during recess to give him hints. The third time Wood did this, he said a lot, and Harry suddenly realized that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class he was going to take had already started ten minutes ago, so he ran away, while Wood still called after him: "Digory" He swerves very quickly, Harry, so you might as well find a way to tangle him—"

Harry stopped outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, opened the door, and rushed in.

"I'm sorry, Professor Lupin, I'm late." Harry said a little hastily, but what was waiting for him was not Professor Lupin's scarred but gentle face.

At this time, Harry suddenly realized that Professor Lupine had told him to take some time off.

However, the substitute teacher never made Harry happy. Professor Snape realized his dream a little and became the acting Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"This class started ten minutes ago, Potter. I think Gryffindor should be deducted ten points. Sit down." Professor Snape didn't look back. For him, deducting points from Harry was nothing like this. It's all commonplace.

"..." Harry pursed his lips and said nothing. He saw that there was another seat next to Fan Lin. He was about to sit down while holding his schoolbag.

"What do you want to do?"

Before Harry could put the book on the table, a pair of white hands appeared in front of him.

It was Hermione. She was busy putting the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and notes on the table from Fanlin's pocket.

"Are you going to sit on my lap, Harry?" Hermione frowned and said, still not stopping the movement of her hands.

"But..." Harry rubbed his eyes and realized that Hermione was really sitting here, "There was no one just now!"

"Did you catch a cold from the rain? I've been sitting here...but...maybe it's because you were dazzled." Hermione said with a guilty conscience.

"Uh... Harry, you can come over here..." Fan Lin waved, and there was an empty seat next to him.

"Oh...oh..." Harry said a little dull, his mind was a little hard to turn around.

"Can't we give up two doors?" Fan Lin whispered, and he put his mouth next to Hermione's ear.

"You... you know, I will consider it... you hurry up and do it..." Hermione pushed Fan Lin, and the feeling just now was very strange.

"Turn the textbook to page three hundred and ninety-four." Snape ignored the incident and felt good about deducting ten points from Harry.

Ron was a little bored, and he flipped through the pages lazily, which was a bit dazzling in Snape's eyes.

Snape tapped his wand, and Ron's book instantly jumped to page 394. This shocked Ron. He was not sitting with Harry, but he still got Snape's help. Professor Pu's attention is not a good sign.

"Werewolf?" Before Ron could react, page 148 was the beginning of Nocturnal Creatures, and the first one was the werewolf. The illustration on this page is this extremely cruel, uh, dark creature.

"Werewolf?" Hermione frowned, "Sir, we have already learned Boggart, Red Hat, Cabba and Grindylow," Hermione said quickly, "It will still be a long time before we can learn about night creatures. Write an article…”

"Quiet!" Snape said coldly, "I don't mean to let you comment on these things. In fact, I am very dissatisfied with... Lupine's teaching progress. He should know what is the key point."

"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had," Dean Thomas said boldly, and the rest of the class murmured in agreement. Snape looked even more threatening than usual.

"You are easy to satisfy. Lupine has almost no high demands on you... I think the first grade should be able to deal with Red Hat and Grindylow. Today we are going to discuss..."

Harry watched him flip through the textbook quickly, reaching the last chapter, knowing they had not yet learned it.

"...Werewolves," Snape said.

"But, sir," Hermione said, seemingly unable to control herself, "we shouldn't be learning werewolves yet, we should start learning chinpunk..."

"Miss Granger," Snape said, his tone deathly calm, "I feel as if I am teaching, not you. I tell you all, turn to page 394." He said again Looking around, "You all! Now!"

All the little wizards present exchanged painful looks with each other. At least until Professor Lupine comes back, Defense Against the Dark Arts will be the second most hated course for everyone. The first is Potions, and Professor Binns' History of Magic Ranked third.

Of course, in Hermione's mind, there was nothing worse than Professor Tawny's Divination.

"How could he do this..." Hermione muttered quietly, and Fanlin smiled bitterly. He was already accustomed to Snape's style.

"Can any of you tell me how to tell the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?"

Everyone sat there in silence, motionless except Hermione, who had her hands raised straight in the air as usual.

"Who can answer that?" Snape said, ignoring Hermione. He still had that dead expression.

"Are you telling me that Professor Lupine didn't teach you the basic difference between the two..."

"We're telling you," Parvati said suddenly, "we haven't learned the werewolf chapter yet, we're still learning..."

"Quiet!" Snape said calmly, "What a good explanation. I never thought that I would encounter a third-year student who couldn't identify a werewolf. I will write it down and tell Professor Dumbledore how backward you are..."

Snape just turned his back to them and scolded them without looking back. However, everyone was very used to this kind of scene, and Snape didn't like anyone to answer his questions.

No one dared to speak. Snape's authority still existed. No one wanted to enjoy the same treatment as Neville, Harry and Ron in his Potions class. This was really too painful. . (To be continued)