HP Magic Biography

　　 On the eve of the game, the wind was violent and rainy, even worse than before. The corridors and classrooms were so dark that I had to light more torches and lights. The Slytherin team really looks complacent, and no one can compare to Malfoy in this regard.

"Ah, if only my arms were better!" He sighed as the wind outside was hitting the window.

There was nothing in Harry's mind except the next day's game. Oliver Wood kept running to him during the break and kept giving him tips. The third time Wood did this, he said a lot. Harry suddenly realized that the Defence Against the Dark Arts class he was about to take had already started ten minutes, so he ran away, and Wood yelled from behind him: "Digory 'S suddenly turned very fast, Harry, so you might as well try to get him in—"

Harry stopped outside the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, opened the door, and rushed in.

"Sorry, Professor Lupin, I'm late." Harry said hurriedly, but it was not Professor Lupin's gentle face that took away the scars that was waiting for him.

At this time, Harry suddenly reacted. Professor Lupin had told him that he would take time off.

However, the substitutes didn't make Harry happy anyhow, Professor Snape realized his dream a little, and he became the acting Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

"This class started ten minutes ago, Potter, I think Gryffindor should be deducted 10 minutes. Sit down." Professor Snape didn't look back. For him, deduct points for Harry. It's all commonplace.

"..." Harry pursed his lips and did not speak. He saw that there was a place next to Fanlin, and he was about to sit down with his schoolbag.

"What are you doing?"

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

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

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

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

"Did you catch a cold by the rain? I've been sitting here...but...maybe you are dazzled." Hermione said with some guilty conscience.

"Uh... Harry, you can do it here..." Fanlin waved, and there was an empty seat next to him.

"Oh...oh..." Harry said stupidly, his mind a little bit too much.

"Can't you give up the two doors?" Fanlin said quietly, and he put his mouth to Hermione's ear.

"You...you know, I will consider...you quickly do it..." Hermione gave Fanlin a push, feeling very strange just now.

"Turn the textbook to page 394." Snape ignored the episode, deducting Harry very much made him feel good.

Ron was a little bored, and he rolled it lazily, which was a bit glaring in Snape's eyes.

Snape tapped his magic wand and Ron’s book instantly jumped to page 394. This shocked Ron. He didn’t sit with Harry, but he still got Snape. Professor Pu's concern, this is not a good sign.

"Werewolf?" Ron hadn't reacted yet. Page 148 was the beginning of the nocturnal creatures, and the first one was the werewolf. The illustrations on this page were such extremely cruel, uh, dark creatures.

"Werewolf?" Hermione frowned. "Sir, we have learned Bogut, Red Hat, Kabbah, and Grindillo," Hermione said quickly. "We will have a long time before we can drive nocturnal 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... Lupin's teaching progress. He should know what is the point."

"He is the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we have ever had." Dean Thomas said boldly, and the rest of the class murmured in agreement. Snape looked more threatening than usual.

"You are easy to satisfy. Lupin hardly asks you anything...I think you should be able to deal with Red Hat and Grindillo in the first grade. Today we are going to discuss..."

Harry watched him quickly flip through the textbook, until the last chapter, he must know they hadn't learned it yet.

"... Werewolf," Snape said.

"But, sir," Hermione said, seemingly unable to control herself, "we shouldn't learn from werewolves yet, we should start to learn Shinkpunk..."

"Miss Granger," Snape said, his voice was deadly calm, "I feel like I'm teaching, not you. I tell you all, turn to page 394." He again Look around, "Everyone! Now!"

All the little wizards on the scene exchanged painful glances. At least until Professor Lupin returns, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be everyone’s second annoying class. The first is Potions, and Professor Bins’s history of magic. Ranked third.

Of course, in Hermione’s heart, there is nothing worse than Professor Bitlauney’s divination~www.wuxiaspot.com~How could he be like this..." Hermione murmured, and Fanlin smiled bitterly. Snape's style was already quite familiar.

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

Everyone sat there silently, motionless; except for Hermione, her hands were held upright in the air as usual.

"Who can answer?" Snape said, ignoring Hermione. He still had the same expression as a dead person.

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

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

"Quiet!" Snape said calmly, "It's a good explanation. I never thought I would encounter a third grader who would not recognize a werewolf. I want to write it down and tell Professor Dumbledore how backward you are..."

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

No one dared to speak anymore. Snape's authority still existed. No one would want to enjoy the same treatment as Neville Harry and Ron in his potions class. This is too painful. Up.

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