Harry Potter I Am Death

The students all came to the classroom early, the professor hadn't come yet, and the classroom was very lively.

Outside the window is the autumn of fallen leaves, and the wandering shadows from time to time make this autumn look more lonely.

"Hey Scarhead, Quidditch is coming, aren't you afraid?" Draco looked embarrassed.

"Malfoy, forget it, we were the ones who won before!"

Ron rushed ahead of Harry and couldn't wait to fight back.

Draco looked at Ron for a while, "Really, it's a pity you can only watch me play prestige from the audience"

Ron looked unhappy, isn't this just mocking him for not being a Quidditch player! , "What's there to be proud of, you can't win anyway!"

Harry was very confident, "Wait and see you on the court"

As soon as the two met Quidditch, they immediately fell in love with each other.

boom!
The door of the classroom was pushed open roughly, and there was a wailing sound when it hit the wall.

The classroom immediately fell silent, and the little wizards only felt that this way of appearing on the stage was a bit familiar.

Snape, who was wearing a black robe that seemed to have never been changed, walked in with a straight face.

Waving his wand as he walked, the windows of the classroom slammed shut.

It was dark in the classroom immediately.

The little wizards couldn't figure out what the situation was, why it was Snape who suddenly appeared, and it felt like he was taking a potions class.

Neville's original smile froze on his face, and his face turned pale looking at the aggressive Snape.

Snape walked out in a vigorous manner, as if he had walked out of a lifetime, and the steps of the six relatives who refused to give in were more imposing than usual.

I think I finally got my wish and took a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so I feel really happy!

Snape walked to the podium in a few steps. There was a machine and a roll of curtains on the podium, and the statue of Guan Gong that Eli put up at the back was still there.

Snape pulled the rope, and the curtain opened with a thud.

Turning around, he said slowly in his unique deep voice, "Turn the book to page 394."

Snape's speech has always been very characteristic, as if he cherishes words like gold, and can't wait to read each word.

But the way he speaks slowly, combined with his penetrating deep voice, can be very stressful.

For example, now, the students don't dare to say anything. No one thought that Professor Lupine, who was originally kind and amiable, would turn into a big black-faced Snape.

The mood of the students sank instantly, even the students of Slytherin.

The sound of flipping books came from the classroom.

Snape scanned the room with his piercing eyes, like a poisonous snake patrolling its territory.

"Excuse me, Professor, where's Professor Lupine?"

I don't know which silly child would dare to ask this question at this time, but upon hearing this voice, oh, that iron-headed kid Harry, it's all right.

Snape's eyes were fixed on Harry for an instant, and they were definitely not friendly.

Draco glanced at Harry resentfully.

There were not many fluctuations on Snape's face. Today, he got his wish and took the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. How could he be angry because of the annoying Potter?
"It's not your thing, is it, Potter?"

He no longer wanted to waste precious class time on Harry, "Simply put, your professor is currently unable to come to teach"

He walked back to the podium again, tapped the machine in front of him with his wand, "turn the book to page 394," he repeated.

Under the stage, Ron, who was not interested, turned the pages of the book little by little, looking very careless.

Snape noticed this uncooperative guy at once, a trace of disgust flashed across his face, and he pointed with his wand from a distance.

Ron's book turned to page 394 in an instant, which startled him.

"Werewolf?" Ron asked, looking at the pattern on the book.

"But professor, we've only just learned about Red Riding Hood and Hinkpunk, and it's a few weeks before we get to Nocturnal Animals"

Suddenly Hermione's voice came from the classroom, and Ron looked at Hermione who seemed to appear out of nowhere, and almost thought he was delusional.

"Quiet!" Snape's face was a little ugly, he was very dissatisfied with being questioned.

"When did she come in, did you see her come in?" Ron asked Eli next to Hermione as if he had seen a ghost.

Eli spread his hands at him, but Hermione didn't bother to talk to him, they were still arguing.

On the podium, some pictures were projected onto the screen, and Eli was amazed when he saw them, "Why didn't I think of that at the time? I'm not the first one to use ppt in class."

"Can any of you tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Snape didn't want to waste any time.

Before Snape finished speaking, Hermione raised her hand high.

But Snape turned his back completely to her, as if he didn't bother to look this way, "Is there no one? That's disappointing"

Hermione was used to answering questions and being ignored by Snape, "I know, professor. Animagus are wizards who can choose to turn into animals, but werewolves have no choice. They transform every night of the full moon. They forget who they are, and they'll kill even their best friends if anyone gets in their way! Besides, werewolves only respond to the shouts of their own kind," said Hermione to herself.

Draco also let out a wolf howl.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy," Snape turned to Hermione, his expression becoming uneasy, "This is the second time you've spoken without permission, Miss Granger"

Snape had an unabashed sarcasm on his face, "Do you lack self-control, or do you take pride in being an obnoxious [know-it-all]?"

His tone was full of disgust, and he seemed to be constantly thinking of various possible vicious and unpleasant words.

"He makes sense," Ron whispered meanly to Eli, and Eli slapped him on the head.

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor", Snape seemed to vent his anger when he said this.The sound of gasping for air from the lion cubs sounded all around.

He raised his voice, "In order to punish your ignorance, each of you will submit an article on Monday morning. The theme is werewolves, and you should focus on how to identify werewolves. Two rolls of parchment!"

Now the classroom is full of wailing from the students.

Harry had a look of disbelief, "But Professor, there is a Quidditch match tomorrow!", he was very unwilling.

Snape jumped in front of him suddenly, his bent body and sharp eyes brought great oppression to Harry.

"Then I have to suggest that you make sure that Mr. Potter will still hand in his homework even if he loses an arm or a leg!"

Looking at the green pupils in memory, Snape's eyes were gentle for a moment, but when he saw Harry's face, the expression was like biting an apple and finding half a worm on it.

"Turn the book to page 394!"

As soon as he turned around and walked up to the podium, he glanced at Eli's face, and immediately felt much better.