Harry Potter: Glory of the King

On how Professor Dumbledore communicated with Lupin and Snape, Ona didn't know. He didn't leave any chess pieces in Professor Dumbledore's office—it was too obvious.

Regardless of the arrangements made by Professor Dumbledore, Ona continued to accompany Hermione to take about three times as many courses as others.

The day of the first Quidditch game is about to come. The first game was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Malfoy, who was not injured by Vazquez, had no excuses to avoid the fight. The day before the game, the weather was getting worse and worse, and on Friday, there were squally showers.

Before the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, everyone was discussing the upcoming game tomorrow. Surprisingly, it was Professor Snape who came to the class.

"Where is Professor Lupin?" Harry asked straightforwardly.

"He is ill and can't go to class today." Professor Snape said flatly, "Mr. Potter, because you didn't raise your hand to ask questions, Gryffindor deducted 10 points."

"What's wrong with him?" Harry didn't care about the deducted points-it was news that Professor Snape did not deduct points.

"There is no life-threatening!" Professor Snape's face went dark, his eyes glowing with danger. "Another five points for Gryffindor."

When Professor Snape saw Harry shut his mouth, he looked at everyone with satisfaction: "The progress of your class now—Professor Lupin didn't tell me."

"Sir, we have learned Bogut, Red Hat, Kabbah, and Grindillo." Hermione raised her hand and replied, "We are about to..."

"Quiet, I'm not interested in these." Professor Snape was a little annoyed. "I just commented on his unorganized teaching."

"He is the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we have ever had." Dean Thomas retorted, raising his hand, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"You are easily satisfied-look at the first two. One is stammering and the other is just talking. Of course, you think Professor Lupin is the best." Professor Snape forcibly resisted exposing the undercover Quillor and Lockhart's waste. Impulse, but...

"Lupin didn't ask you anything to improve-I think the first grade is enough to deal with Red Hat and Grindillo. Today we are going to discuss-werewolves." Professor Snape turned to the last chapter of the textbook.

"But sir," Hermione raised her hand, "we shouldn't learn from werewolves-we should learn from Shinkpunk!"

"Miss Granger!" Snape said calmly, but there was a hidden rage that everyone could hear. "I feel like I am teaching, not you. I now ask you to turn the book. To page 394!"

Everyone did it reluctantly.

"Can anyone tell me how to distinguish a werewolf from a real wolf?"

Ona and Hermione both raised their hands, and Professor Snape took a look and chose to let Ona answer.

"First of all, it can be distinguished from the nose and mouth..." Ona answered fluently, and Professor Snape gave him a deep glance: "Very good."

Professor Snape did a good job in this class. If it weren’t for everyone’s poor perception of him, you might think he was no worse than Professor Lupin. Ona felt that Professor Snape’s teaching was both focused and organized. It's very clear, and it clearly mentions how to deal with werewolves, or how to avoid and escape. Although most of the methods are now basically not available to others.

When Professor Snape was free in the middle of the lecture, he also complained about the homework they handed in. He also pointed out a lot of things that Professor Lupin did not mention—as a master of magic potions, his current status of these magical creatures Appears more familiar.

"The homework for this class—one essay for each person, the content is how to identify and kill werewolves, I have already stated clearly, the content is enough for you to write two pieces of parchment, and give it to me on Monday morning." Professor Nep left after speaking, leaving everyone alone.

After Glory came out, seeing that no one cared about her, he asked secretly: "Don't you think Professor Lupin is sick-is it weird?"

Hermione had a question mark face: "How do you say?"

Glory patted his forehead: "Did you not notice? In September, October, and now in November, he asked for leave at this time. It was nothing more than Professor Snape who came to take the place this time."

"It's very punctual." Ona said with a smile, "Combining with today's course, don't you think Professor Snape is suggesting anything?"

"You mean?!" Glory's face turned pale, "No way?"

"Impossible!" Hermione also reacted. "Professor Dumbledore can't be mistaken..." Hermione thought of Professor Quirrell and stopped talking.

"What if he knew?" Ona said leisurely.

"What do you mean?" Glory and Hermione's eyes widened.

"Meaning, Professor Dumbledore must have a way to deal with it. Don't worry-face Professor Lupin, don't let him find anything unusual-he is a good man." Ona used his identity as a prophet to keep the werewolf as a good man.

Not to mention the two girls with complicated moods, the next day is Quidditch Day.

Harry got up early in the morning, the weather was not so good, and Ona was watching the heavy rain outside by the window.

"Why don't you sleep longer?" Ona asked when Harry was awakened.

"Did you get up so early?" Harry checked the time. "No wonder you study so well."

"Haha, there is no inevitable connection." Ona shrugged, "The weather is not so good today. Give me your glasses, and I'll add a little magic to you."

"Isn't it cheating?" Harry jokingly handed the glasses to Ona.

"Waterproof and moisture-proof." Ona clicked on the glasses-this one comes with a certain cleaning effect, but in this kind of weather, an additional layer of insurance is also necessary.

"Oh, thank you!" Harry felt that Ona was really good at his head. If this kind of weather glasses could not affect his vision, wouldn't it be easy to deal with a Malfoy?

The game will take a while. After breakfast, Harry and the others are gearing up to find a place in Slytherin, while Ona silently accompanied Hermione and Glory to the auditorium.

The wind was indeed a bit strong, and Ona added magic shields to both Hermione and Glory, but the others were not so lucky, each of them was dripping like a soup. Ona had no choice but to watch the game start in heavy rain-watching the ball in this weather is torture, let alone the players on the field?

Gryffindor was relatively easy to deal with Slytherin, but the weather was more friendly to those stupid big guys. After Wood called a timeout, Harry knew that Gryffindor was already fifty tenths behind.

After the restart of the game, lightning began to appear. Ona saw a big dog appearing on the top row of empty seats from a distance. Ona hurriedly said a few words to Hermione and rushed there. After going over—he didn't dare to use his skills in this situation, but it was not impossible—Ona, who started sprinting, rushed to the destination without hindrance along the empty high platform auditorium.

No one paid attention to him, except for the big dog, he was always vigilant around, seeing someone rushing towards him, his first reaction was to leave, but at this time Harry seemed to have spotted the golden snitch, and there was a burst of exclamation. It began to appear, Harry and Malfoy were speeding up, the dog was distracted, and Ona immediately added a flash!

When Ona appeared in front of Sirius, both of his dog eyes were about to fall off, and he was about to flee, when Ona spoke, "Mr. Black, don't hurry up, I have something to say!"