Rebirth of the Harry Potter

October seventeenth.

The night of the full moon, the top of Hogwarts.

Harry was alone on the summit, and the cold wind kept blowing.

The moon is big and round tonight.

It's like descending on Hogwarts.

Harry looked down, through the walls, to a bright yellow office.

That's Lupine's office.

The lights are bright and the fireplace is blazing, making you feel warm on this cold night.

A water tank stands in the corner of the office.

A disgusting green monster with pointed horns pressed its face against the glass, making various strange faces while stretching and flexing its long, thin fingers.

This is a type of water monster that likes to lie in ambush in swamps and pounce on passing wizards and travelers.

Their fingers are their most powerful weapon.

Water monsters aren't too difficult to deal with, as their fingers are actually crunchy and brittle.

Without their fingers, they are tigers with their teeth and claws pulled out, and they are not a threat.

Lupine was sitting quietly in a floppy chair, close to the fire.

Boom!

someone knocks on the door

"Come in." It seemed that Lupine had been waiting for a long time.

The door opened and Snape came in, holding a tall wine glass that was smoking slightly.

Seeing Lupine, he stopped and his dark eyes narrowed.

"I really want to see how your students will react tomorrow when they find out that their dear Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has turned into a cold werewolf corpse." Snape said softly.

Lupine smiled and said, "Severus, I know you wouldn't do that. Thank you very much for the medicine, will you put it on the table?"

Snape put down his smoking glass and looked back and forth between Lupine and his room.

"This is a Grindylow I just received, and I'm going to give it to the students in class." Lupine said happily, pointing to the water tank.

Snape said disdainfully: "Childish, do you treat them as three-year-olds?"

"If it were me, dealing with these monsters is what they should have learned in the first grade. The current students are really not as good as one class."

Lupine said in a slightly ostentatious tone, "Sorry, Severus, I'm the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor now, and my students like me."

Snape's face was ugly: "But no one can hold this position for a full year. It's better if you don't die."

"You'd better drink this medicine as soon as possible, I boiled a pot full, I'm afraid you will need it again."

"I probably should have some more tomorrow. Thank you very much, Severus."

"You're welcome," said Snape, his face unsmiling and stiff.

Lupine said regretfully: "I'm not very good at medicine, and this medicine is very complicated."

He picked up the wine glass and smelled it, "This taste is really painful, but it's a pity that adding sugar doesn't work."

He took a sip and shivered.

"If I could study hard in Potions class, I wouldn't bother you."

Snape said coldly: "This is not a potion that can be prepared just by learning a little knowledge of medicine from textbooks. There are not many wizards who can make this kind of potion, and this is specially made by me."

Lupine laughed twice, and drank a large glass of poison that looked like a witch's preparation in one gulp.

Then, with a look of pain.

Snape felt relieved and prepared to leave.

Lupine said suddenly, "Um, Severus, about Black..."

He wanted to inoculate Snape first, he knew Snape had a lot of hatred for Black.

Snape turned around suddenly: "Lupine, I don't want to hear that name again. If he dares to appear in front of me, I will make him regret that he is still alive. At that time, he will know that living in Azkaban What a wonderful thing.

"

Lupine couldn't open his mouth to say that Lily was killed by Peter, and Sirius Black was wronged.

Because it didn't make any difference to Snape, whether it was Peter or Brett, they were all Lily's friends.

Anyway, it was a friend who killed Lily.

His pain will not be reduced by one point, it will only be transferred.

Looking at Snape's ferocious eyes, Lupine did not doubt that if he insisted that Black was not the murderer.

I'm afraid Snape would even suspect that it wasn't just Black who killed Lily, maybe he was also Black's accomplice.

...

Friday day.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

When the students happily opened the door and came in, they saw Snape's gloomy face.

It's just that there is still a smug look on that face.

Even though he was a substitute teacher, he was still a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, right?

"Okay, sit down quickly," Snape urged.

The smiles on the faces of the students disappeared.

"Your professor is not feeling well, so he asked me to substitute for you."

"What happened to him?" someone asked.

Snape said impatiently: "I can't die." There was regret in his words.

"Remember, don't ask questions in my class. I don't have Lupine's patience to answer your unimportant questions." His dark eyes were shining.

"I took a look at Lupin's teaching records, and there was nothing. This is probably his first time as a teacher, and he doesn't know what to do at all." Snape sneered.

As the saying goes, there is no harm without contrast.

Because he has never experienced a good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, compared with Quirrell and Lockhart, Lupine's level is already very high, and his teaching is not bad.

But in the eyes of Snape, who is enough to be rated as a special teacher in the magic world, Lupine's teaching level is very problematic, there is no outline, and he talks casually.

At most, it can be said that in terms of interacting with students and mobilizing the classroom atmosphere, it is not bad.

But Snape thought that was the most useless thing.

The professor simply puts important knowledge into the minds of the students.

Everything else is bells and whistles, just embellishment.

So the first few minutes became Snape's critique of Lupine.

Snape yelled at Lupine's inadequacies, shortcomings, with disdain on his face.

It has the meaning of pointing the country.

"I'm sorry, Professor, we learned how to deal with Boggarts, Red Hats, Kabbah, and Grindylow. He is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I have ever seen. We are still going to learn..." Hermione couldn't listen anymore, Say it quickly.

"Ignorance!" He had expected Hermione to interrupt him, and it should be said that he was used to it.

He said grumpily: "Am I right to say that his lectures are out of order? It's because you are too easily satisfied and your vision is too small."

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a class that teaches you to survive in the face of various dangers in the future, but Professor Lupine obviously regards you as the flowers in the greenhouse. You are too relaxed."

He sneered: "He should be a professor of potions, he will definitely take good care of the flowers in the greenhouse..."

"If you want me to say that the first grade students should be able to deal with the red hat and Grindylow. If I teach you, you should have the strength to form a team and fight against the dragon before you graduate from the seventh grade!"

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

There was a sound of gasping in the room.

Snape said, "Okay, now we start class, turn the book back."

The students stared at Snape and hurriedly turned to the last few pages of the book.

That's definitely not what they should be learning now.

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