Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 122 It's Really Long (Second Update~please subscribe~)

Ron was dumbfounded.

After Harry talked to himself for a while, he made some progress.

But Hermione...

If you think about it for yourself, there is such a big progress.

Is this the strength of the second grader?
Hermione couldn't help but grinned.

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

"The power of emotions." Hermione waved her hand, showing rare modesty and reserve, "Just like Harry said, it's good to be full of emotions and beliefs."

Ron held his wand, looking down in thought.

Obviously, I am also like this, and I am determined enough to call out that pervert's name to break the shackles of that layer of fear.

But how...

Worse than Hermione?

They keep training.

Harry looked at Hermione, thinking about the emotions he felt from Dumbledore on the Quidditch pitch today. The expression on Hermione's face was almost the same as his, except that there was no "anger".

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

Until one o'clock in the morning.

Neither Ron nor Hermione had been able to conjure a tangible Patronus.

But for the little wizards of the third grade, their performance is good enough.

But the two of them were not satisfied, and they didn't need Professor Potter to order them. They flipped through Harry's notes and started to write a paper on the Patronus Charm on their own initiative. Even Ron's paper was nine inches long.

Classes on Monday are tedious.

The first divination class was used by Ron and Hermione to catch up on sleep. Harry made up an excuse for them that they had been studying astrology and divination last night. It was easy to fool Trelawney and return it to Gryffin. One extra point.

After more tiring Transfiguration lessons.

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

Defense Against the Dark Arts was the backbone that kept them going all morning.

Professor Lupine's classes are always interesting.

He had said last week that the next class would show them a more interesting dark magic creature.

All weekend long, they wondered what it would be?
But when they stepped into the classroom, their hearts suddenly cooled down.

Really a "dark creature" not seen in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Standing in the classroom was not Professor Lupine they were thinking of, but Professor Snape, who was wearing a black robe and whose hair hadn't been washed for a long time.

The school bell rings.

Snape glanced at them, his tone calm: "Very well, no one is late, including the rash and brainless Gryffindors."

The lion cubs gritted their teeth.

"Where's Professor Lupine?" A little wizard mustered up his courage and raised his hand to ask.

Snape sneered, "He's not feeling well and needs to rest. Keep this in mind. He's a sick ghost, maybe once a month."

"and also……"

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

"Five points from Gryffindor."

Snape paused, ignored Thomas's resentful eyes, and continued: "I've read Professor Lupine's lesson plans, and they all teach something."

"Red Cap, Grindelwald..."

"Been wasting time with things that freshmen can handle?"

With a wave of his wand, he quickly flipped through the book in front of him, and stopped at the last one-twentieth place: "Now everyone, turn to the last chapter."

"Today we're going to learn how to deal with a dangerous, stupid creature of dark magic - a werewolf."

The little wizards were startled.

Thinking of something, Hermione turned her head in fear and looked at Harry.

Harry met her eyes and nodded slightly.

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

Snape was undoubtedly an excellent professor. If one could ignore the subjective resentment in every sentence of his, this class was almost as good as Professor Lupine's.

The school bell rang.

Snape paused, took back what he had said, and tapped the table heavily: "Now assign homework."

"Each person has a paper on how to identify a werewolf in an untransformed state and how to kill a werewolf, twenty inches."

"Due next Monday."

As he spoke, he paused, his tone becoming dangerous.

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

"This paper requires you to write every word yourself. The professors are not fools. It's not that they can't see that the papers submitted by little wizards have reference marks."

He flicked off his robe, turned and left.

The little wizards howled.

Twenty inches!

That's nearly half a meter.

How could it be written?

If other professors, even Professor McGonagall, would have the guts to intercede, but they couldn't muster up so much courage when facing Snape alone.

Ron is also in pain, even in the eyes of most Gryffindors, he has become a study fanatic second only to Harry and Hermione: "Twenty inches!"

"Professor Snape must be taking revenge. He has always wanted to get the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he has never been able to get it. His mentality has been distorted!"

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

Ron opened his mouth and sighed.

Yes, that was Professor Snape.

Let alone a twenty-inch thesis, it is normal to catch 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 there was only this one article a week, he wouldn't be so anxious.

The point is that the papers in hand are more than that.

There is a five-inch piece in the Divination class, and an eight-inch piece in the Transfiguration class, and only half a day has passed in a week.

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

Ron was taken aback.

"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 think so." Hermione nodded, not forgetting to pull Harry into her united front.

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

"But next month, there will be Professor Snape." Harry broke his fantasy.

Ron was taken aback.

"Professor Lupine will definitely fall ill once a month, and it will be around this time." Hermione said with certainty.

Ron was thoughtful, and went through the contents of the class in his mind. He stopped and looked at Harry in fear.

Before he could open his mouth to ask a question.

Harry and Hermione nodded.

Ron opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

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

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

They just walked into the auditorium.

Ron looked over.

On the long Hufflepuff table, there was a lot of laughter. There were a few familiar fifth graders talking and laughing, as if they knew about it.

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

As he spoke, he paused, nervously, and stammered to explain: "Harry, I didn't mean to speak ill of Professor Lupine, it's just that we know very well that he is a very good person, but the other students..."

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

"Think about it, what have our professors been like for the past two years?"

A person who was possessed by a mysterious person said that Quirrell was an extremely dangerous black wizard.

One was also possessed by a mysterious person, and the explanation to the outside world was that a black wizard used black magic props to manipulate the students and professors in the castle.

"It's just a werewolf." Harry said as he sat down, "The professors know who he is, and he knows how to hide when he's most dangerous."

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

Ron was taken aback, he was persuaded, picked up a fork, pulled out a plate of beef ribs, and nodded.

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

"And he taught very well." Hermione emphasized the word "teach", "Who knows if the next professor will be at the level of Professor Lupine?"

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

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

This made the little wizards very happy.

Seamus waved his wand directly and blew up his half-written thesis. The other little wizards followed suit, tearing up the parchment and sprinkled it in the sky like fireworks, celebrating with joy.

Ron looked at them pityingly.

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

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

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

It's just one step away, to be reborn and out of the ordinary.

But it's like constipation.

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

Same with Ron and Hermione.

They have been able to skillfully release the Patronus Charm, and the silver-white mist is also very thick, but they have always been one step away from the entity.

Until December, when the first winter snow falls.

Saturday morning.

Harry and the others were having breakfast in the auditorium, when a group of owls flew in with a long, thin package and threw it in front of Harry.

Tired and out of breath, he kept screaming.

"Looking for Hedwig?" Harry looked at them anxiously, and asked tentatively.

A group of Gu Gu Jing nodded.

"It hasn't woken up yet, it's still in the bedroom." Harry replied.

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

They flew away immediately.

Leave that long package on the table.

(End of this chapter)