The Charles Becomes a Wizard

How could the little lions of Gryffindor hear this?

Even if they were really dissatisfied with Harry Potter's crazy deduction of points from the school, who didn't grow up listening to the legend of the savior? Who wasn't proud to be in the same school with the savior?

Now those insidious and cunning vipers said Harry was a liar without any hesitation. What was the difference between this and pointing at the noses of the entire college and saying that they were stupid and unable to judge people?

Before the conflict between the two sides escalated further, the two professors who stayed behind to protect the students stopped them in time.

The indignant little lions looked at Phantomhive at the Slytherin table, who could cast a complete Patronus Charm to drive away the Dementors, and then looked at Harry, whose face was gloomy and his breath was unstable, and they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts - is Harry Potter really the savior that their wizarding world has been waiting for for many years?

Could a person with such unremarkable assets, strength, and luck really have defeated He Who Must Not Be Named as a toddler?

Some of the clever little animals realized that except for that strange prophecy, there seemed to be nothing that could prove what happened that night...

They couldn't help but start to wonder, did the man whose name couldn't even be mentioned really disappear because of this "savior" in front of them?

Time passed minute by minute, and the professors searched the castle inch by inch, but still could not find Sirius.

The Fat Lady swore that she had not mistaken the person, and that the one who attacked her was the crazy Sirius Black.

But it’s impossible for such a big person to disappear in the castle out of thin air, right?

Snape, who had drugged the stupid dog and stuffed him into an empty box in the office, stood quietly among the professors, hiding his achievements and fame.

"Maybe he went to the Forbidden Forest?" said an assistant.

"Professor McGonagall, do you think Sirius Black might have entered the Forbidden Forest?" Howard, who knew little about this wanted criminal, looked at the head of Gryffindor.

"This..." Thinking of the "Four Robbers" who once violated school rules as a daily routine, Professor McGonagall really couldn't give a negative answer in front of everyone.

"This is troublesome." Howard sighed. It is almost impossible to search the Forbidden Forest thoroughly. Could it be that he can only rely on the Dementors sent by the Ministry of Magic?

Forgive him. It is better for this dark creature that is not controlled by wizards to leave school as soon as possible.

Like most wizards who had read the Daily Prophet and were unaware of the inside story of Sirius' imprisonment in Azkaban, Howard naturally believed that Sirius Black, who had betrayed his friend, escaped from prison in order to help his master take revenge and kill Harry Potter.

So Harry was the target they needed to focus on protecting, so Howard decided to arrange a professor or teaching assistant to protect Harry every night before catching Sirius Black.

Well, the professor who protected Harry on that first night was Snape.

Snape, who has a stupid dog locked in a box in his office: ...

Was this arrangement really not intentional?

Even though he missed Lily dearly, that didn't mean he wanted to spend a night in the same room with that little troll who was cut from the same mold as stupid Potter!

"Principal Howard..."

"Professor Snape has always been very competent. I think if it were you, you would be able to protect Mr. Potter." Howard stopped him before he could refuse.

Seeing that he had obviously made up his mind, Snape snorted coldly and did not continue to refute. He had to give the acting headmaster face in front of the faculty and staff.

But since he is not feeling well, no one else can feel comfortable either!

Harry, who was carried to the office of the Slytherin Headmaster trembling with fear, tossed and turned for most of the night under the gaze of Snape, who exuded a negative atmosphere, and slept for less than three hours in total.

As for Sirius Black? He'd been locked in a trunk all night.

Although the series of emergencies have caused panic among the people of Hogwarts, they still have to attend the courses they are supposed to attend.

Since Howard was still arguing with the Ministry of Magic over the Dementors, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes for the lower grades were taught by two teaching assistants.

The person who teaches Gryffindor and Slytherin is assistant teacher Lupin.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Lupin strode into the classroom from outside. He was still wearing the shabby gray suit he wore on the train. His face was pale and there were two big dark circles under his eyes. He looked obviously overworked.

"Put away all your books! Merlin's canned herrings, and take out your wands! You don't think that you can rely on books alone to resist the dark arts, do you?" Unlike his appearance, his voice was full of energy, lively and friendly.

He raised his wand and waved it gently, and the desks in front of the little animals were moved to the corner.

"Come on, look at me, look here. Oh, don't look at those tables, believe me, you won't be using them in my class."

Seeing that some small animals were amused by his words, Lupin looked more energetic. He pointed to the closet behind him and said to the students who were looking at him eagerly: "Today, we are going to learn a new spell."

The closet was shaking, as if something was hitting the door and trying to get out.

This sense of déjà vu reminded the little animals of the cage of Cornish pixies that Professor Lockhart had found before. Their vigilance suddenly rose to their throats, and a few cautious little snakes had even begun planning their escape routes.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be nervous, everyone. I promise you, the creatures in there are not dangerous." Lupin tried to calm the students.

Little animals: It seems like they are even more worried!

"Can anyone guess what this magical creature locked in the closet is?"

With a swish, Hermione Know-It-All Granger, with her messy hair, raised her hand: "It's a Boggart!"

"Very good, it seems someone has prepared for the lesson in advance." Lupin smiled at the girl. "So, Miss Granger, can you tell me the characteristics of a Boggart?"

"It can transform, it can see into your heart, and it can become your worst fear."

"Yes, Miss Granger wins five points for Gryffindor."

"Then when you encounter a Boggart, there is a spell that is particularly effective. Please pick up your wands and recite the spell with me. It's funny."

The little animals: "Funny."

"do it again."

"Funny!"

"It's easy, isn't it?" Lupin reached out and grasped the handle of the wardrobe. "Well, who wants to be the first to try it?"