The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Sister..." The little girl trembled in fright and turned pale.

"enough!"

Draco, who was sitting next to him, suddenly threw the silver fork onto the dinner plate, making a clear and loud knocking sound. He glanced at Daphne coldly, "Your anger should be directed at those people who are talking and sizing you up." Vent instead of going crazy at the Slytherin table."

Daphne's momentum stagnated: "You——"

Draco Malfoy was the person Pansy Parkinson wanted to please. She did not dare to get angry at Draco, so she glared at Astoria a few times and left the auditorium angrily.

The little wizards watched Daphne's back disappear. After a brief silence, a more heated discussion broke out.

"Aside from physical weakness, is there also mental illness in their family?" Ron asked in a lowered voice.

Seamus tilted his head and said in an uncertain tone: "No, I think Astoria is quite normal."

"Stop, you two!" Hermione tapped her goblet with her fork, "Don't talk about others behind their backs, whether they are blood curses or genetic inheritance, this behavior is not polite."

Ron poked the steak on the plate and murmured in a low voice: "Isn't that the topic you and Loren brought up, and you said that we..."

Hermione's brows slowly furrowed, seeming to blame herself.

"Don't listen to him." Loren put a piece of cut strawberry pie on her plate. "The argument about genetic diseases has been discussed before. It just happened that the freshman fell down, and we didn't expect it would cause any problems." Such a big discussion.”

"But..." Hermione still couldn't let go.

"No, if you feel bad about it." Loren paused, avoided Harry and Ron next to him, and leaned forward to whisper to Hermione, "We can ask Draco to take care of the new student. As for her sister, No one should dare to offend me in the future.”

"Malfoy..." Hermione nodded slowly.

On the other side, the Slytherin table.

After seeing her sister leave, Astoria breathed a sigh of relief and a heartfelt smile appeared on her face.

Draco poked at the food on the plate nonchalantly. The food at Hogwarts was not terrible, but it was still worse than at home, especially since there was a farce during the meal. He had no appetite now.

Realizing that the corner of her magic robe was being tugged, she turned her head. The little girl Astoria grinned at him: "Thank you, my name is Astoria Greengrass, what's your name?" name?"

My elder sister is a poisonous snake that bites people, but my younger sister is a corn snake. Why are the two sisters so different?

Draco glanced at her without any intention of replying, and stood up to go back to the Slytherin common room.

"Eh?"

Astoria watched him walk away, then looked at his largely untouched dinner plate. She hurriedly wrapped some pies in brown paper and followed him unsteadily, "Wait, you haven't told me yet. Where’s my name!”

…

The first period in the afternoon is Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Hermione sat in the front row with her shoulders straight, her textbook, quill, and parchment in front of her.

The little witch looked through the textbook carefully, previewing the content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course in the third year, and sketching in the textbook from time to time. Her hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head, her long eyelashes fluttered, her expression was focused and her face was calm.

Gee, seriously Hermione is so pretty.

Next to him, Loren held his chin with one hand and blinked while watching Hermione preview.

Just smelling the refreshing fragrance that kept coming from Hermione's body, it didn't take long for him to start to feel sleepy. When Hermione turned another page, Loren yawned: "Why are we here so early? There is still time before class. How about twenty minutes?"

"Remember the mandrake?"

Without raising her head, Hermione circled a feature introduction in the "Boggart" chapter with her quill, "After lunch, I went to see Professor McGonagall and asked whether the time turner would have an impact on Animagus. The professor said Let me find the answer myself."

"How to find it?"

"Transfiguration Today will publish a special publication on the Animagus at the end of the month, which collects half a century of Animagus research. Professor McGonagall's last semester's paper will also be published on it. Professor Said I could find the answer in there.”

"Is that so -" Loren tilted his head and looked at the Boggart portrait in the book, then yawned again, "Does this have anything to do with you bringing me to the classroom in advance?"

Regarding Boggart, he had already read through the textbook when he first got it. Although the description in the book is detailed, there is no physical reference and not much is learned.

"There was a big problem with the teaching progress of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the past few years. Professor McGonagall asked me to talk to Professor Lupin first. I went to his office and found no one, so I came to the classroom in advance to wait."

Hermione stopped writing, took out her watch and checked the time, "But Professor Lupin hasn't arrived yet."

Loren stood up and stretched out his muscles: "It's still early in the school year, so take your time."

"Um."

While the two were chatting, other little wizards entered the classroom one after another, laid out their textbooks, and chatted with each other. Three minutes before class, Professor Lupine finally walked into the classroom.

"Good afternoon, sorry for being late."

Still wearing patched clothes, the faint smile on Lu Ping's face narrowed the distance between him and the students, "A friend of mine told me that because the two professors last year were not very competent, you left behind some content. So I asked Professor Flitwick to find out what was going on."

"Professor McGonagall didn't think of that," muttered Hermione.

Loren observed Lupin's complexion. He looked much healthier than when he was on the train. The aftereffects of the werewolf transformation on a full moon night were fading away.

Harry seemed to be in a happy mood. He pulled Ron and whispered: "The friend Lupine was talking about must be Sirius, two incompetent professors, haha! Among them is Sirius!"

"Oh, I hope Professor Lupin isn't the third one." Ron shrugged.

Lupine put his tattered suitcase next to the podium and said with a smile: "Today is a practical class. Please put your textbooks back in your bags, take your wands and follow me."

Seamus whistled with interest: "Practical lessons? This reminds me of Lockhart, and those Cornish elves."

"Oh, no!" Neville shook his head sadly, "Being hung from the ceiling is not a good memory."

The students were both puzzled and interested. They stood up and followed Professor Luping out of the classroom and towards the staff lounge.

There was a little episode on the way. Professor Lupine used a small spell to repel Peeves, which made the little wizards feel a lot more at ease.

The staff lounge is a long room with wooden panels on the four walls, and old mismatched tables and chairs moved to the corners.

Snape sat in a low armchair.

The young wizards who were originally chattering became quiet immediately after seeing Snape, and silently gathered behind Professor Lupin.

"Lupin, you'd better handle this thing properly." Snape said calmly, his eyes roaming around the little wizard, "Perhaps no one has warned you, Lupin, there are always people in this class who can Make things worse, clumsy Neville Longbottom, self-righteous Harry Potter."

Loren watched with great interest, even a little gloating.

It's bad enough for your Professor Snape to show off his authority in his own class, but he didn't expect that he would do it in front of other teachers now.

Snape suddenly changed his voice: "And - Loren Morgan!"

"Huh?" Loren was suddenly cueed and was a little confused.

Snape spoke the rest of his words leisurely: "Come to my office on Friday evening."

"Okay professor," Loren replied.

It’s still the familiar Professor Snape, who is always not normal when Harry is around, not to mention that there is now the new Professor Remus Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Lupin here.

Lupine raised his eyebrows and shouted to Snape who was walking away: "I originally wanted Neville to help me complete the first step of teaching. I believe he will perform very well."

Neville looked at Lupine gratefully, his face flushing.

"This is my class after all." Lupine smiled at him, turned around and motioned for the students to walk towards the other end of the room.

A strange-looking cabinet was placed there, and it looked like it had been there for some time. Some kind of old tree branches make a frame, and the surface is inlaid with mottled mirrors. A handle on the left indicates that it is a wooden cabinet with a single door.

Standing in the front row, Loren and Hermione could see their faces in the mirror.

Bang bang!

The closet suddenly shook violently, and some living creature inside caused the closet to shake, making a dull sound on the floor.

"It's very novel, isn't it?" Professor Lu Ping saw a few students jumping back in shock, with a smile in his tone, "Can any student guess what is in the cabinet?"

"A boggart."

"Good answer, Mr. Thomas. Can anyone tell me what a Boggart looks like?"

Hermione, who was somewhat regretful that she missed the first question, hurriedly said: "No one knows, sir. Boggarts can transform. Whatever the people who see them are most afraid of, the boggarts will become whatever they are, so they are so - —”

"So terrifying!" Lupine took over, "Yes, yes, I can't say it more clearly myself. Boggarts like dark and closed spaces, the gaps under wardrobes, beds, cabinets under the sink... …”

Listening to Lupine talking about the characteristics of Boggarts, Loren stared at the shaking cabinet, trying to use his magic to see something.

As a strange entity, Boggarts do not seem to have real biological characteristics and are difficult to be classified as magical animals.

Dementors need to absorb happy emotions and can communicate with wizards. However, there are no observation records of Boggarts' eating, reproduction, communication, etc. in the current records.

There is a mainstream view in academia that Boggarts are the product of human emotions. The combination of fear and adapted magic gave birth to Boggarts.

Lupine's teaching continued: "Boggarts have entities, but no one knows their true appearance... After transformation, sometimes they cannot imitate the same power or magic. For example, those who become the Howling Banshee A Boggart's cry is not fatal...

...The spell to repel a Boggart is very simple, but requires a strong willpower. You need to force the boggart to become an image that you find funny. The laughter can make the boggart collapse. "

"Let's practice the spell without the wand. Please say it after me - funny!"

"Funny!" the whole class chanted together.

…

"Very good, very good!" Lupine nodded and looked at Neville, "Come on Mr. Longbottom, as I said before class, I believe you can help me complete the first step of teaching well. Task."

Neville walked out of the team tremblingly and came to the front of the cabinet.

"Very well, Neville," said Professor Lupin, "Let me talk about the most important thing first. What are you most afraid of in this world?"

The luster in Neville's eyes changed, and he slowly fell into silence.

What are you most afraid of...

Professor Lupine's words echoed in his ears, and his thoughts were pulled back to the first day of summer vacation amidst the shaking of the cabinet.

The closed ward was very quiet that day. When you opened the door, you found Diagon Alley. From a dark alley to Knockturn Alley, you walked into the basement of a black magic supplies store...

Neville's lips moved, but no sound came out.

"I'm sorry, Neville, I didn't hear you clearly." Professor Lupine guided him pleasantly.

"Bellatrix Lestrange." Neville's eyes flashed with fear, and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

Loren's eyes flashed, and he remembered that Neville's original answer should be Professor Snape.

Neville has never interacted with Bellatrix in real life, and the only thing that caused him to have such a change was in the memory illusion of the Longbottoms.

"Bellatrix! It's the escaped Death Eater in the newspaper!" Harry exclaimed quietly.

Almost every little wizard cheered up and huddled together to discuss in a low voice.

Lu Ping pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

Why are today's little wizards so mature? He thought it would be spiders, cockroaches, mice, etc., or even more extreme magical animals.

In the end, Neville gave such a serious answer. You know, it is much harder to make a vicious Death Eater look funny than those things.

But thinking of Neville's last name, Lupine felt that this answer was reasonable. He sighed and guided thoughtfully: "Bellatrix... Well, Neville, I want to ask Have you ever learned how to prepare medicine to treat scabies?"

"Potion?" Neville was a little confused, "Yes, we learned it in the first grade. In that class, I also added porcupine quills at the wrong time. As a result, the crucible exploded and the potion got on me, causing me to get porcupine quills. Scabies."

"Very good, better than I thought!" A smile broke out on Lupine's face, "Neville, do you still remember what those scabies look like? Can you tell me?"

Neville said with some embarrassment: "Okay, Professor. When the medicine is applied to the skin, it will quickly become red, swollen, pus-filled, and the whole body will tremble in pain. Even if the medicine is applied, it will leave red marks."

He recalled that when he was in first grade, his speech gradually became fluent. In the end, he suddenly understood what Lu Ping meant, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Lu Ping in disbelief.

"Do what you want, and you will definitely succeed!" Lupine nodded to him, then turned to look at the others, "I hope everyone will take a moment to consider what you are most afraid of, and then imagine how to overcome your fear. , make it ridiculous..."