[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

If there was anyone who was happiest on such a bad day - apart from the Ravenclaws who won the Quidditch match, it was the Slytherins who were most happy to see Gryffindor lose.

Draco Malfoy was so happy that he was finally willing to take off the bandage on his hand, and energetically imitated Harry's fall from the broomstick again and again. Until Tom was accidentally swept away by him dancing in Potions class.

"I know Mr. Malfoy has always been a loyal admirer of Harry Potter," he said while inserting the silver knife forcefully into the crocodile's heart. The splash of blood fell on his cheek, making him look gloomy. It looked even scarier, "But there is really no need for everyone to remember repeatedly how much you feel sorry for him falling from the sky."

Malfoy made a retching face, and Ron laughed.

Professor Snape looked over and shouted sternly: "No talking in class!"

Ron rolled his eyes and muttered: "When Malfoy spoke, Snape pretended not to hear."

There was Snape's Potions class in the morning, and the first period in the afternoon was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which meant that they would continue to face Snape - "If Snape comes to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class again, I would rather take leave." Ron said, standing at the door and looking around, then he became happy: "It's okay!"

Professor Lupine is back.

Although his old robe was even more baggy on his body, there were heavy dark shadows under his eyes, and his face looked tired--but when the whole class sat down in the classroom, he still showed his face to the children. A gentle smile.

His smile became forced when he heard the children complain that Professor Snape wanted them to write a two-volume paper on how to identify and kill werewolves.

"Don't worry, I'll tell Professor Snape. You don't have to write that paper," he said.

"What if it's already finished?" Tom asked with a louder voice, looking at him expressionlessly, "Should I give it to Professor Snape, or should I give it to you, Professor?"

"...Leave it to me." Professor Luping smiled gently at him, "I will... take care of it."

"I hope so, Professor."

"Who else has finished writing?" Professor Luping looked around the class.

Hermione hesitated and raised her hand.

"I've also finished writing the paper on how to identify werewolves, Professor."

They looked at each other for a moment, and Lupine nodded approvingly at her: "Good girl."

"You two stay for a while after class, and I will grade your homework." Lu Ping said, lifting a huge glass water tank from under the podium - although he looked thin, he was surprisingly strong.

"Today we are going to learn about hinkpunks. Pay attention to their appearance -" He naturally began to explain today's new lesson, and the students began to take notes.

When the bell rang, everyone packed up their things and headed for the door. Harry touched Tom's shoulder and whispered, "We'll wait for you outside."

"It doesn't matter, you can go to the next class first." Tom said, "If we are late, you can help us explain."

After everyone else had gone out and Professor Lupin closed the door - Hermione reached into her robes and grasped her wand.

There was an awkward silence in the empty classroom. After a while, Lupine found an entry point: "I heard about that football game. Is Harry's broomstick okay? I mean, it can still be repaired. ?"

"No," said Tom, "the whomping willow has smashed it to pieces."

Lupine was silent for a while and sat down.

"The year I came to Hogwarts, the tree they planted—"

"To protect you? Or to protect others?" Tom asked straightforwardly.

"...Both." Lupine said coldly, "Snape will be happy. He assigned that paper in the hope that one of you will understand what my symptoms mean." He twitched the corners of his mouth. , smiled reluctantly, "About my... furry little problem."

Both children didn't smile and looked at him seriously.

"James - I mean that's how Harry's dad always described my problem, as if it was really just a minor problem." Lupine rubbed his face and said. "But that's not it, I know it very well. Don't worry, the professors all know about it."

"Principal Dumbledore knew that you were a werewolf and hired you." Tom said slowly, remembering that last semester Principal Dumbledore was very happy to say that he sent several letters to invite the "best person" in his heart. "Chosen", a...werewolf who truly cares about the students?

From what aspects should we care? Taste and chewiness?

The wizarding world still has the nerve to look down on Muggles? !

In the Muggle world, teachers who are hired must have a physical examination to prove their health!

What's more, is the threat of werewolves comparable to that of ordinary infectious diseases? !

Is a place like school a place where you dare to bet on whether werewolves have self-control? Hogwarts, the only magic school in the UK, is a closed campus. It houses a large group of werewolves who have little ability to resist. They also know nothing about Lupine's werewolf identity and even trust the professor. And the close relationship with the underage students!

Closed campus, closed classroom, if the werewolf really gets out of control...most students will not be able to escape! By the time other professors arrived, the day lily was already cold!

Dumbledore is crazy!

Tom thought angrily, the magic in his body beginning to stir.

But Hermione had already yelled out these words excitedly: "Is the Headmaster crazy?"

Lupine, who flinched when he heard the word "werewolf", smiled reluctantly: "Some teachers think so, and he had to do a lot of work to convince them that I can be trusted. Fortunately... I have recently discovered a potion, and Professor Snape is willing to prepare it for me. As long as I take it a week before the full moon, I will remain sane when I transform - I can curl up in the office and be a Harmless... wolf, waiting for the full moon to pass.”

"Wait." Tom heard the question, "The recently discovered potion? But you and Harry's father are classmates?" He looked at Lupine's expression, "When did you become a werewolf?" His mind Turning around, "You must have been a werewolf when you entered school, right? Otherwise, there is no need for you to say that you planted a whomping willow when you entered school."

"Your identity is kept secret... Dumbledore concealed his identity for you?" Tom said in disbelief, "When you were still an uncontrollable werewolf, he directly put you into a group of nothing. Among the famous students?!"

"You are the smartest child I have ever met." Lupine said. "I was bitten when I was very young. My parents tried various methods, but it was irreversible-"

"You know this is irreversible," Tom said coldly.

"Yes, other schools refused to admit me because of that," Lupine said wearily, "but then Dumbledore became headmaster and he said there was no reason why I shouldn't be admitted to this school as long as certain precautions were taken. Come... They planted the Whomping Willow for me, and there was a secret room under that grumpy tree. At that time of the month, I was smuggled out of the castle and sent there to be transformed. The Whomping Willow ensured that I You can’t go out, and you won’t let others in... everyone will be safe.”

"Really?" Tom asked doubtfully. Don't be kidding. Is Harry's father's friend, who is obviously a Gryffindor, really so honest? Taking a step back, even if he had been staying in the secret room and waiting for the transformation period to pass, wouldn't there have been any adventurous students trying to study the secret of the Whomping Willow?

"You swear." Hermione said suddenly, "You swear to tell us that since you entered school, no one has been harmed because of the whomping willow planted for you and your monthly secrets. As long as you I swear I trust you to be safe and to keep your secrets."

"Hermione!" Tom turned to look at her.

"He is a friend of Harry's father, don't forget Black! Harry needs protection now." Hermione explained with a pale face, "And it was not his fault that he was bitten -" She glanced at Tom's expression and said quickly: "Of course, this is not a reason to let a werewolf on campus unless... at least it can be confirmed that he is as safe as he said. Dumbledore also believes in him. You should trust Dumbledore, right?"

No, as of now, Dumbledore may not be that reliable sometimes. Tom thought silently, he didn't say anything, he just looked at Lupine with Hermione, waiting for him to swear.

Lupin's face rose and looked like a lifeless plaster.

"I don't know..." The werewolf's voice was full of self-disgust, "but I can swear that no one was irreparably harmed by this."

The classroom door exploded with a bang, and Snape stood in the doorway, his wand pointed directly at Lupin.

"I thought you knew," he said slowly, using his other hand to signal the two students to come out immediately, "you are not allowed to be alone with any student."

"They already know," Lupine said wearily. "Congratulations, Severus."

Snape moved his eyes to Tom and Hermione, the wand in his hand still not leaving Lupin's chest, and anger showed on his face.

"I thought you would act smarter," Snape said stiffly, "but obviously I underestimated Gryffindor's bravery... being alone in a closed environment with a guy you know is a werewolf! Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

"Now! Get out of here!"

Snape angrily took the two students away, and Lupine sat alone in the classroom, covering his face tiredly.