Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Fortunately, it happened at night rather than in the morning. No one witnessed the disaster, and no one could guess the culprit behind the incident like Slytherin's golden snake.

I just heard that some students were injured when they came into contact with magical animals. They were wearing Slytherin school robes and had their faces covered by their terrifying headmaster.

Unfortunately, there are not many girls in the college who like to have long black hair, and straight hair like Miss Albert is even rarer.

Soon someone guessed the true identity of this unlucky man.

At dawn the next day, Lupine crawled back to Hogwarts from the branch of the Forbidden Forest, dragging his torn robes with him, which was not a pleasant feeling. Without the companionship of familiar animals, he lives in a kind of painful suffering.

When he woke up, but could not forget what he had done after turning into an irrational werewolf, guilt almost swallowed him up - if what he encountered was a destined tragedy - then he wanted to put this to death. Is the tragedy inflicted on him reserved for others?

Snape did more than they thought. This experienced teacher notified Dumbledore immediately and blocked the exits and entrances of the Forbidden Forest. Except for the short time to send Miss Albert to the school hospital, he spent almost the whole night No sleep: After all, you can't predict whether a werewolf will run towards a human gathering place and catch a few unlucky students.

For the safety of those noisy young creatures like evil birds, he sacrificed his few happy rest hours.

This made him not feel good about the real initiator of this matter: "I've already told you! Albus! This is not a good choice!"

Dumbledore sadly wiped his eyes in front of him, acquiescing to his condemnation. Snape didn't see whether his sadness was fake or real - but if it was real, why did he do it?

"Remus is a good teacher..."

"Perhaps he is," said Snape, "but he clearly cannot be held responsible for his actions."

"You can't expect the intelligence of a beast!"

The centaurs even had a quarrel with Dumbledore because of this unexpected visit. They hoped that nothing would be thrown into the Forbidden Forest in the future.

In their words: "There are already too many weird things that you brought in, and we don't want anything else."

In addition to being so patient with teenagers, centaurs also have expressions comparable to Snape's when dealing with adult wizards.

One of the black centaurs even announced that if something like this happens again, they will send all these "unknown origins" back to their castle.

It wasn't until dawn that they retreated into the castle. Nothing happened all night.

Dumbledore obviously couldn't bear such a dull atmosphere. On the way back, he still tried to talk to Snape who had just finished his night patrol: "How is Harry?"

"You don't think of him just now?" Snape asked sarcastically.

"If something happens to him, the one who reacts the most will definitely be you, Severus." Dumbledore said, "But I heard that he was staying with Remus at the time?"

This finally made Snape think back to Harry Potter who tremblingly handed over the crystal bottle he picked up when his anger had nowhere to turn.

His face no longer had the usual quarrel, and his head was wet with sweat. He didn't know whether he was frightened or for other reasons. He looked like an abandoned puppy.

What did he do to him then?

Snape didn't even have the mood to scold him at that time. After all, this matter had nothing to do with this great savior. Of course, of course, he could anger him. After all, this was his famous and good father. A close friend, one of his few close elders.

But looking at those green eyes that were as fragile as leaves broken by frost, he felt that all the vicious words were being choked in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Professor..." Harry Potter even changed his previous title, "I'm sorry."

"Don't let me scold you." He replied, "Go back."

The teachers in the college maintained a tacit attitude towards Lupine's affairs. But I didn't expect that something big would happen because of this.

Of course, Dumbledore hired Lupine back because of the Wolfsbane Potion, which made him think that the werewolves could be further controlled.

The first thing Remus Lupine did when he returned to Hogwarts was to go to the principal's office to report his work. Fortunately, there was only Dumbledore with dark circles under his eyes in the principal's office early in the morning.

"I'm sorry..." The ragged Defense Against the Dark Arts professor opened the last door of the principal's office. Some of the portraits of the principals in the principal's office were also awake, and some of them had pity in their eyes. , some people let out a cold snort, and their eyes at him were full of thick and hard-to-dissipate disdain.

"It's not like you, Remus." Dumbledore sighed tiredly, "You don't seem to be such a careless person."

The tough, sensitive and meticulous former Gryffindor prefect was certainly not such a careless person. On the other hand, he may be the member of the four who can give people the most sense of security.

He never thought that he could forget such a big event like this.

It's clear that this school year hasn't been long yet...

But the foggy feeling seemed to have twisted his head into a ball of paste, and the uneasiness mixed with the joy of seeing his friend was subconsciously erased by his brain.

But without his job, what else could he do? If even a potion that could control his madness could be ignored by him subconsciously - this was obviously impossible.

He cares more about his werewolf identity than anyone else.

"It may have been an accident," said Dumbledore. "It's certainly not a good thing, Remus."

"I'm sorry..." The werewolf didn't know how to answer this question. He closed his eyes tightly and waited for the trial.

"Voldemort once cast a curse on a certain position in Hogwarts." Dumbledore was not prepared to continue talking about this matter. He changed his mind and talked about other things, "No one Knowing the price he paid, no one can be sure whether it is true or false.”

"But as you can see, Remus," said Dumbledore, "no one can securely stay as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts for more than a year."

"I haven't thought about how to tell you about this originally," he said, "but I'm sorry that maybe your journey at Hogwarts will only be this short one year."

"This is how it should be..." Lupine affirmed in a low voice.

"You can wait until the end of this semester." Dumbledore looked at the weathered student lovingly, "Before that, I hope you won't forget to take medicine again."

"I will definitely not..."

They talked for a long time, until it was daylight and the first formal and hot rays of sunlight shone through the clouds into the castle. Dumbledore sighed and said that he was going to rest.

He didn't know whether what he did was right or wrong. There were so many variables during this period that it was difficult for an old man to react.

Inviting a werewolf back to teach at the school, he had done a lot of homework and considered a lot, and he did have a formula that would allow Remus Lupine to block Sirius Black's surge - but he didn't think about it. These things will end so lightly.

Miss Albert was the first to bear the brunt of the misfortune, and the one who was happiest about this incident was not Fred and George, the bad friends.

It’s worth mentioning that Cedric, of course, also expressed his condolences for her experience.

But Crowney never thought that the person who was most excited to hear the rumors was actually their Divination class professor, Professor Trelawney.

"Oh my God, my God!" The nagging professor wearing a bohemian-style plush shawl held up the burnt wooden stick in surprise.

Claudia couldn't imagine how she managed to accurately find the one she burned last week among the pile of dark wood: "You finally became psychic, Claudia!"

"Becoming psychic?"

"Didn't you predict last week that a sudden disaster would happen to you?" George reminded her in a low voice, "Have you forgotten?"

Who will remember the random fabrications they made before?

In order to cope with Professor Trelawney's divination coursework, except for the content that did still have some literary literacy and calculation related content, she had already reached an agreement with Fred and George on other aspects. They decided to write about themselves every week. One part is unlucky. For example, if you break your hand or leg, or it means that a certain part is injured, abrasions or fractures are considered injuries, right?

Crowney was originally going to fulfill his prophecy by saying that his eyes were hit by stones falling from dirty shoe soles while watching the boys' Quidditch practice.

I didn't expect it to be in this form.

The severity of this encounter apparently made Professor Trelawney think that her "spiritual eye" had begun to truly awaken.

No one likes the stupid things they have done to be mentioned over and over again. She reviewed it all night, and she was obviously not in a good state of mind. She thought that she could have used a better way to catch Professor Lupin's attack. Claws, such as blocking it with your hand, even if it twists your foot, is better than leaving a scar on your face that needs to be covered up with transfiguration.

She closed her eyes tightly, her eyeballs covered by her eyelids trying to look up, rolling her eyes so that no one could see her, trying to stop the depression in her heart from being brought up again so early in the morning.

"Look!" Trelawney praised her excitedly again, "Be able to resonate with the things around you anytime and anywhere, and cultivate your character. This is why Claudia's prediction is so accurate, children!"

"Yes, yes! Let's go over meditation again today!"

"Connect your hearts to the world!"

This time Claudius was too embarrassed to open his eyes.