A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Oh." Harry said. He quickly put away his things and prepared to leave for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He eagerly hoped to see Professor Lupine in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and hoped to learn from him about how to deal with the Possession. Strange method.

"I don't think Professor Snape will come to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class anymore. I met Professor Lupin in the corridor." Hermione said, she was struggling to carry her heavy school bag.

"Why do you bring so many textbooks?" Ron frowned. He could see that Hermione's schoolbag was at least three times heavier than his and Harry's. Could it be that Hermione carried all the textbooks for a week on her back?

"This is my business. You'd better go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as soon as possible. I have some things to do and will go there later." After Hermione said that, she immediately ran towards the other direction of the corridor with her schoolbag on her back. .

Ron looked at Hermione's back and said, "She has been like this this semester, mysterious..."

Harry shrugged helplessly, "Okay, let's go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I can't wait to see Professor Lupin."

When they pushed open the classroom door and walked towards their familiar location, they unexpectedly saw a figure.

"Hermione?" Harry and Ron couldn't help but exclaimed in low voices, "How did you get in front of us? We didn't see you on the stairs or corridors."

"Not everyone wants you to be so slow." Hermione was rummaging through her bag for a Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. Although they were both a little confused, it didn't seem to be a big deal.

Professor Lupine entered the classroom when the bell rang. He almost stepped on the bell and entered the classroom. He did look sick. His old robe was even looser on his body, and there were dark shadows under his eyes.

Even so, when the whole class sat down, he smiled at them, but Harry felt that he seemed to smile a little differently at himself.

What's wrong with me?

Why do I feel like everyone treats me differently?

Did something happen that I don't know about?

Or did being in the school hospital damage my brain?

Harry couldn't understand, but the rest of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course was normal - it was just that Professor Lupine was very dissatisfied with Snape's substitute teaching. Snape did not take into account the progress of his teaching at all, but took care of himself. Talking about werewolves.

Lupine canceled the two pieces of parchment Snape had left behind for his paper, much to Hermione's regret, as she had already finished it.

Lupine brought a live hinkpunk to the students in this class. The thing looked like it was made of wisps of smoke. It was very fragile and had no intention of harming anyone.

But through the content in the textbooks, students know that if anyone treats it as harmless, they will definitely suffer big losses.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and everyone packed up their things and headed for the door, but Harry was not in a hurry. He packed up his textbooks slowly. He wanted to ask Professor Lupin - coincidentally, Professor Lupin also had the same intention.

"Wait a minute, Harry," Professor Lupine called him, "I have something to tell you."

Harry's face showed joy. He quickly packed his schoolbag and watched Professor Lupine cover the box containing Xinkpunk with a layer of cloth.

"I heard about that game," Lupine said, turning around and walking to the podium table to put the book into his tattered briefcase. "I'm sorry about your broomstick, too. I can still Do you want to repair it?”

"No," said Harry, "the tree smashed it to pieces."

Lupine sighed, "They planted this tree the year I arrived at Hogwarts. People used to play a game where they tried to touch the tree. The last one was called Davig Jay. Well, the boy almost lost an eye, and then he stopped letting us go near the tree. The broomsticks were certainly not immune."

"Did you hear about those dementors too?"

Lupine gave him a quick look. "Yes, I heard about it. I don't think any of us have ever seen Professor Dumbledore so angry. Over the past few days, those guys have become more and more restless... angry because they can't enter the campus... I think it's them. Did you have to fall?"

"Yes." Harry said.He hesitated, and then the question he had to ask came out of his mouth and it was too late to stop him. "Why? Why do they affect me like that? Am I-"

"This has nothing to do with weakness," Professor Lupine said sharply.It was as if he could see what Harry was thinking at a glance. "Those dementors affect you more than others. That's because others don't have the same terrifying feeling you had before."

A ray of winter sunlight entered the classroom, illuminating Lupin's gray hair and the wrinkles on his young face.

For a moment, Harry thought he saw his rescuer.

The subsequent chat became smoother. Harry confided his worries to Lupine in detail, and Professor Lupine also expressed his own methods.

He was willing to help Harry deal with the dementors, but he might have to wait until next term. He had a lot to do before the holidays, and he happened to be 'sick' right now.

Lupine promised to teach Harry how to defend himself against dementors, and Harry thought he might never hear that painful sound again - his mother's dying voice.

Towards the end of November, a better news emerged. In view of the accident in the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, the school was willing to give Gryffindor College a chance to play a playoff. They were going to compete with Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw played against Hufflepuff, and once they lost, they never had a chance.

This energized Wood again, and he continued to train his team in the bitterly cold wind and rain that lasted into December.

The students were surprised to find that there was no longer any trace of Dementors on campus. Dumbledore's anger seemed to restrict them to their posts at the school entrance.

But that's where they were supposed to be.

It's a pity that in the past month or so, Edward has not found any more clues about Blake, which makes him a little disappointed. After all, no matter how you look at it, Blake is an extremely interesting soul.

Two weeks before the end of term, the sky suddenly cleared to a blinding white, and the muddy fields were covered with a shiny layer of frost one morning.

Inside the castle, there is a Christmas atmosphere everywhere.

In the last week of term, students can take another trip to Hogsmeade to fill their pockets with sweets before the Christmas break.

But Harry was not so happy because he did not get the signatures of the Dursleys and he could not go to Hogsmeade.