HP Wizard Age

"Good morning, Draco."

As soon as Draco opened his eyes, he heard this sentence and laughed before he was fully awake.

Astria woke up early, and she had been staring at Draco for more than ten minutes in a daze, from his hair to eyelashes to chin, and fearing that others would find out, she secretly looked away from time to time.Seeing that Draco was about to wake up, he subconsciously said good morning.

Fortunately, he didn't find anything... Asteria took a small breath behind her back.

The students in the auditorium also got up one after another and went back to the dormitory to wash and change clothes.

Sirius Black was still not caught last night. The professors searched the entire Hogwarts and found nothing. The crisis was temporarily lifted, but the professors still paid attention to the Hogwarts patrol.

The topic of Sirius Black is also often talked about by students.

Today is still the class of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The Slytherin people walked into the classroom slowly. When the class bell rang, the door was suddenly opened, and a black shadow strode in. The windows are all shut.

Snape put down the screen cloth, "The book turns to page 394."

"Professor Snape?" But this is Defense Against the Dark Arts class!marvelous!Astria was holding her head idly, but now she stood up and her eyes lit up.

"Sure enough, I still like Professor Snape the most." Draco heard her whisper, and he thought she was the only one who thought so.

"Professor Snape, where's Professor Lupine?"

"He can't come because of something." Snape said with a look of no comment.

"Werewolf? But professor, we have learned Boggart, Red Hat, and Kabbah, and now we have learned Grindylow, which is a long time away from being a werewolf." Hermione turned to page 394 and said.

The other Gryffindors were talking about it, and the Slytherins thought it was a good idea.

"Quiet! Don't bother Miss Granger." Snape said coldly, "Professor Lupine's progress has nothing to do with me, but I may have to comment on his uninstructed teaching."

"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor we've ever had," one of the Gryffindors yelled before a Slytherin snorted.

"Poor thing," Snape said.

But Gryffindor was at a loss when he heard this sentence, what a pity.And Slytherin chuckled from below.

"Today we discuss, werewolves."

"Professor, we should learn Hinkpunk..."

"Then can any of you tell me how to distinguish a werewolf from a real wolf?" Snape ignored Hermione's words and went straight on.

Hermione lowered her eyes, but quickly raised her hand again - which she did every time she asked a question.

But Snape didn't seem to notice, "Is there no one? What a disappointment, Knightley."

Well, Professor Snape asked her to answer questions in every class, especially when he was in class with Gryffindor.

Astria said: "Animagus are a kind of wizards. They can choose to become some kind of animal, but werewolves have no choice. As long as every full moon comes, the werewolves will forget who they are, Will forget who others are, and he will kill anyone who gets in his way. A werewolf responds only to the call of his own kind."

Draco howled at the werewolf, making everyone in Slytherin laugh.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. Miss Knightley's answer is very good, at least it seems that not everyone knows it. Three points for Slythering."

This happened in almost every class of Professor Snape, and Hermione was used to it. It was good enough that Professor Snape didn't mock her for trying to be a know-it-all.

In the following time, Professor Snape explained how to identify werewolves, and checked the homework they had completed when they were teaching in Professor Lupine.

Taking advantage of this time, Draco tore off a piece of white paper, drew a picture, folded it into a paper crane, and let it fly to Harry's desk.

"It's disappointing, isn't it?" Professor Snape threw Ron's homework back on his desk. "What a poor explanation!"

"In this case, the homework for you to go back is to each write a paper and give it to me. The content is the method of identifying and killing werewolves. This topic should be written on two parchments and handed in on Monday morning."

The Gryffindors wailed for a while, and Professor Snape spoke so fast that they didn't remember many of them.

The only people in the class who wrote it down were Hermione and Knightley.

"But there's a Quidditch match this week!" Harry exclaimed. There was so much homework, it was two sheets of parchment.

Astria, who had already guessed Professor Snape's routine, put away the thesis that had already written half a sheet of parchment. As long as she went back tonight to combine her notes and look up some materials, she could finish writing.

"So Mr. Potter, maybe I need to give you more homework?" Professor Snape propped himself up on his desk, his big nose almost touching Harry's glasses.

Harry subconsciously thought of Draco's drawing, on which his image was not only thrown by the ball, but also shattered by lightning.

He held his breath and remained silent.

After class, Draco still dragged Astria and swaggered past him.

On the day of the competition, the weather was really bad, with strong winds and showers, and thunder and lightning.And that's a trivial matter for a Quidditch match, and it's not going to be canceled at all.

"Why are you looking so bad today?" Draco saw that Asteria's lips were turning white, and it wasn't once or twice that Hogwarts had this kind of weather.

When she woke up today, Astria felt exhausted, as if someone beat her hard last night.

But apart from being weak, everything else is pretty good, no dizziness or loss of appetite, she even ate three pieces of chocolate cake today, otherwise she would have wondered if she had a cold.

"Maybe I'll go to see Madam Pomfrey after the game." This feeling of powerlessness is too uncomfortable, and I can't get excited about anything.

Asteria cast a water and humidity spell on everyone, and added a heat preservation spell.Draco felt that one layer was not enough, so he added a few more layers of the Warming Charm on her body, because her hands were too cold.

When they actually walked into the stadium, they could hear the whistling wind in their ears, and couldn't hear the strenuous cheers of the surrounding audience, and even the captain couldn't hear the players' names.

The grass was already muddy, and Slytherin had cast the isolation spell before, so the mud didn't stick to them, and they were even dry, but the strong wind blew them up and down, but this didn't prevent Gryffindor from seeing When they are like this, the heart is half cold.

Harry looked at Draco who was pulling Asteria to prevent her from being blown down, and comforted himself that he could catch the Snitch before Malfoy, as long as he caught it sooner, Gryffindor just won.