Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 245 Targeting and Curriculum

The students suddenly realized that the inexplicably changed person in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was so sudden.

And it's extremely unfortunate that Harry among the students didn't know the news in advance - this is a matter of course, and Professor Lupine doesn't need to report everything to him.

But Harry never imagined that Snape would be the substitute.

This was a disastrous class that tortured him enough.

"Your Professor Lupine is sick, so, today, we will learn about werewolves."

Snape said in his usual tone, sounding extremely uncomfortable.

"Potter!" he cried suddenly.

Harry stood up in a bad mood, knowing that what happened next would never make him feel better.

"Tell me, how to distinguish a werewolf from a real wolf?"

Hermione had given up on correcting Snape's teaching plans - they were too early to learn werewolves.But when she heard the question, she still raised her arms high.

Snape ignored it and just stared at Harry alone.

"I think a werewolf should at least be in human form, right? A wizard turned into—"

"Lot of nonsense." Snape interrupted with a sneer, "Human form? Ridiculous way of distinguishing. Has anyone ever told you that a werewolf has to stand up straight like a wizard, and can't get on all fours like a real wolf?"

"But we haven't learned the werewolf lesson yet!" Ron said angrily, "There is no notice to preview this lesson in advance!"

"Shut up!" Snape glared at him viciously: "Who gave you the guts to question the professor's teaching methods? Lupine, or your dear Professor Highmore? But—"

His voice suddenly lowered, making the students feel even more uncomfortable.

"At least one thing, your Professor Highmore is doing a good job of confinement, he really likes the confinement of students. You like to receive this level of punishment, don't you? You have both, tonight Go to my office for detention."

Parvati's eyes widened in shock, Neville not far away was not much better than her - he couldn't close his mouth - just because of this trivial matter?

Ron - well, Ron was a little too impatient, he shouldn't have confronted a professor like this in class - especially Snape.

But Harry just didn't answer a question he hadn't previewed.

In the next class, no one dared to speak out.They sat there, copying notes about werewolves from books, while Snape walked up and down the desks, checking the work Professor Lupine had assigned them.

"The explanation is very unclear. Bogut likes dark places. Professor Lupine gave it seven points? I won't even give it two points"

Boggart is the first lesson the students learn from Professor Lupine - there is an interesting episode, Hermione saw Professor McGonagall who loudly said that he failed his homework, and then Boggart Becoming several other professors - this nearly broke Hermione and had to abort the class early.

Harry has always felt sorry for this. He didn't see the Boggart in front of him, but he was placed last. He had some suspicions that Professor Lupine had arranged this on purpose, and worried that what he would see was Voldemort.

When it comes to Harry, the rumor still has a lot to offer.

The bell finally rang, but Snape didn't let them go.

"Everyone write a paper for me on how to identify and kill werewolves. I ask you to fill two volumes of parchment on the subject, due Monday morning. Someone needs to take care of this class. Weasley , and Potter, don’t leave yet, we need to make arrangements to lock you up.”

Not to mention the pain in Harry's heart, he hated Snape to death, for doing this to him again.

The two of them had no choice but to stay in their seats after packing up their things. Seeing the students leave the classroom a little bit, Hermione deliberately stayed at the end, and silently mouthed to them that they would wait for them in the corridor—this was one of the few Not much consolation left.Hermione has never had the bad temper she had not long ago, and Crookshanks was too busy rehearsing plays to play tricks on Ron's new mouse, and now Crookshanks has learned not to nap while acting, God knows it Why do I have to sleep so much every day?

Finally, only Snape, Ron and Harry were left in the classroom.

"I think you'll like it." Snape twisted the corners of his mouth, and his smile was full of malice: "There is an abandoned girls' bathroom on the second floor, go and clean it up. When will the confinement be completely finished? It’s over, I believe you will have a good time getting along with the residents there.”

"Myrtle?" Ron blurted out, shock in his eyes.

The expression on Snape's face changed, as if wondering why Ron knew Myrtle.

"It's Hermione!" Harry shouted hastily before Snape announced a more severe punishment: "It was Hermione who introduced her to us, a - very friendly ghost, we all know her! "

Perhaps it was because the description of "friendly" seemed too guilty, so Snape didn't bother them any more, and turned around and left the classroom.

Harry and Ron stared at each other blankly.

"Wait a minute!" Ron said suddenly, "What do you mean by cleaning? To what extent? Is it simply cleaning, or is it necessary to restore that bathroom to use?"

"It should be just cleaning, and the two of us alone can't restore all the facilities." Despite such guesses, Harry still said with a sad face: "What about the drama, Hedwig still has a show to rehearse—and Quidditch, Wood would go crazy if he knew!"

After waiting for a while, Hermione, who was waiting impatiently, rushed into the classroom and asked, "Why don't you come out? I obviously saw Snape leave for a while."

Ron recounted Snape's punishment angrily, and Hermione covered her mouth in surprise: "How could it be so serious? Even Professor Highmore wouldn't treat a student like this. He always treats students equally. No one in particular - how did you mess with him, Harry?"

"I don't know." Harry said angrily, "He's been targeting me since I came to Hogwarts—isn't it because my dad almost saved his life and made him hold a grudge— —I am so ungrateful—”

"Harry!" Hermione hastily stopped Harry from uttering more ugly words, and at the same time asked with some worry: "You have been influenced by the devil again? Isn't that all right now?"

"No." Harry muttered in a low voice: "I'm just losing my temper, not everything has to do with the devil—let alone someone like Snape! He's worse than the devil!"

He was only a student and had no recourse to Snape's methods of abusing his power.

Hermione suggested that they go to Professor McGonagall to intercede. No matter how you look at it, this is an extremely time-consuming punishment. It will delay many things for Harry and Ron. It lasted until the end of the semester—all three of them had seen the abandoned bathroom, and it was far from being able to be cleaned up in a short while.

Professor McGonagall's reaction after getting the news was quite satisfactory, and he was still so serious.

"I shouldn't have interfered with the teaching methods of the other professors at the school - you've made a big mistake, Mr Weasley," she said gravely.

"But what about Harry?" Ron asked unwillingly, "What about this year's Quidditch Cup? Harry doesn't even have time for training."

McGonagall was persuaded.

"Wait for me to come back." She stood up and said, and left the office under the expectant eyes of the three.

After a while, McGonagall came back.

"Professor Snape promised not to delay your training time." McGonagall shook his head and said, "You can extend it later and start the confinement until a later time—as long as you can return to the dormitory before the curfew. "

It was a weird attitude - Snape didn't care about Gryffindor's Quidditch Cup results, which were directly linked to the final House Cup.

Harry had no choice but to accept this outcome.

"I'll leave Ron's stuff to you, Hermione." After leaving the office, Harry said to the thoughtful Hermione, "I don't have any cleaning tools yet, so I don't know if I should get them from Filch. Yes, I hope he won't use this kind of thing as an excuse to embarrass us."

"I don't care anymore." Ron said self-destructively: "You can just turn me into a ghost, and you can find an empty classroom to sit down at will, and you don't have to worry about your life at all-there will always be The unlucky ghost was punished."

"Not really."

Hermione whispered, and motioned them to look at the other end of the corridor. Two ghosts seemed to be arguing there, and Nick stood beside him with a helpless face. He seemed a little at a loss and didn't know how to deal with it.

"It's Barrow, and Lady Gray."

Hermione recognized the other party's identity: "Wait a minute—is Ms. Gray so powerful? How can she make Barrow dare not refute?"

"Maybe it's too lazy to refute?" Ron had a different opinion: "But Ms. Gray is still very courageous, otherwise how could she provoke Barrow—"

"They're here." Harry reminded quickly, telling the two to shut up immediately.

The so-called quarrel didn't seem to have a good result. When Ms. Gray left, she still had a cold face, but Barrow still had that creepy look, staring at the front without blinking, and didn't know what to look at. Where did it gather.

When passing by them, Harry heard Nick persuading: "What a trouble, isn't it? I knew this problem wasn't so easy to solve, otherwise I wouldn't have been cut down to a little bit of skin, it's all There's a reason, even though I've said it countless times—hey, what are you doing?"

"What's so troublesome?" Ron asked Harry and Hermione out of the blue.

Nick looked dissatisfied: "Eavesdropping is not a good habit, you should learn to respect the ghosts in the school."

"Excuse me—what's the trouble, Mr. Ghost?" Ron repeated.

Both Harry and Hermione were amused, until Barrow's gaze swept over, making the atmosphere suddenly extremely gloomy, even terrifying.

"Let's go, Barrow," Nick said. "Toby's way of parenting doesn't work for everyone, and it doesn't suit you—you've got a little blind trust in him, I say, and that's not good. Maybe we should go meet him together—”

The voice became smaller and smaller as the two left, and Ron looked around blankly: "Professor Haimo? Are they talking about Professor Haimo? How did this get involved?"

Hermione shook her head and said, "Maybe we'll only find out at night."

There was a reason for Hermione to say that. Today's Ancient Magic class was changed to night for some unknown reason. The time was somewhat similar to astronomy, and it was the best time to look at the stars.But the location is not so particular, not in the castle, but in the school playground, very close to Hagrid's cabin.

At night, the students appeared by the fence of the log cabin in twos and threes. Only then did they know that Professor Haimer had already prepared and asked Hagrid to help them light the bonfire for warmth in advance, otherwise they would definitely be terribly cold.

"The fire is fierce!" Hagrid looked at the flames soaring into the sky and smiled, hiding under his beard: "It would be great if there was a dragon, the fire it ignited must be stronger than this!"

Harry glanced in the direction of the Forbidden Forest worriedly, he was afraid that Hagrid's brain circuit would suddenly become entangled with the fire dragon - don't take that as a textbook for the next lesson.

"Professor Highmore is here!" Neville, who was illuminated by the fire, suddenly shouted. The students immediately looked over and saw a tall figure walking out of the castle. Surprisingly, there was another person beside him.

Ron narrowed his eyes and carefully identified for a while: "Is that Professor Lupine? Isn't he sick? Why does he appear here?"

At the same time, Lupine, who was pale and weak, looked at the students in the distance and was stunned.

"How I wish you were joking, Toby," he said in a weak voice, "Are you going to expose me to them?"

"Where are you thinking?" Toby laughed and said, "How is this possible? I'm not Severus' narrow-mindedness, look at the homework he assigned, how to kill a werewolf-this guy is really bad .Well, let me tell you, this has nothing to do with you at all, it is part of the content of ancient magic textbooks—you should go to the Shrieking Shack quickly, if it is later, it will really be too late."

Lupine finally asked before leaving: "So the day wasn't chosen at random? What kind of magic are you going to teach them?"

"A very peculiar type." Toby looked at Lupin and said, "Divination. Yes, that's right, it is divination. I have already taught them part of the divination course. If the night goes well enough, it may make more More students learn how to use their [scepter]."

"I can't wait now to see what their methods are—such as sweaters, you say, how to use sweaters to perform ritual magic? It's exciting to think about."

(End of this chapter)