The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Thursday.

There are three days left before the end of the semester, and it is another sunny day.

The door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office was open, and the room became empty again. The books on the bookshelves had been removed, leaving some students' grade books and homework files, as well as some handwritten notes by Lupine. The teaching progress of each grade is the information he left to the next professor.

There was only half a bottle of ink left on the desk, and some quills with fried feathers were leaning against the mouth of the bottle, all alone.

The water tank that once contained Grindylow, Water Monkey Cabba and other little monsters has been emptied. Under the water tank is Lupin's old suitcase, which is open on the ground and filled to the brim with trivial sundries and a small amount of clothing.

Lupine pushed the tea can into the pile of clothes and closed the box with difficulty.

Dong dong dong——

Lupine raised his head when he heard the knock on the door, looked at the few wizards crowded at the door, and showed a gentle smile: "Good morning, Harry, Loren, Hermione and Ron... If you are here to ask about your grades, Yes, then I have to say I'm sorry, I made an agreement with Professor McGonagall not to reveal it until the last day of the holiday."

Harry and Ron felt their throats were clogged and speechless. Although they had known Professor Lupin was leaving a few months ago, they still felt sad when the moment of farewell actually came.

"I heard you were leaving soon, Professor..." Hermione whispered, with a slight tremble in her voice.

"Yes, I asked Principal Dumbledore to arrange a carriage. It should be waiting for me outside the school gate."

Lupine said with a smile. He pulled out a pitch-black scale pendant from the leather pocket on his left chest and shook it, "Don't worry, I brought sandwiches made in the kitchen, chicken legs, Hagrid's rock biscuits, and Deng A lot of candies and snacks given by Principal Bullydo... You see, with the scales given by Loren, I won’t be hungry for several months.”

Lupine's witticisms were so poor that even Hermione felt choked up and speechless.

"Professor, why don't you wait until the year-end banquet is over before you leave?" Loren said softly, "Many students want to thank you at the banquet."

"Thank you to them for me. Teaching this year has been a real pleasure...I would like to convey my apologies by the way. I'm sorry that I can't say goodbye to them in person."

Lupine packed the box and stood up to look at the office as if he had come here for the first time a year ago. Everything seemed like yesterday.

He took a deep breath and let it out, looking like he was trying to imprint the taste of Hogwarts on his memory.

Lupine turned to look at the few young wizards and smiled: "Do you mind giving me a ride, my dear students, how about getting to the school gate?"

"certainly!"

Harry couldn't wait to say, a feeling of panic arose in his heart. If this farewell was just silent all the way, he would regret it for a long time in the future.

Loren and others nodded silently.

Lu Ping picked up the old suitcase, and after several people walked out of the office, he gently closed the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office with his toes.

There was no class anymore, there was no one in the castle, and they didn't meet anyone, so they walked out of the castle all the way.

The sunshine in June in summer is bright and scorching, as if it shines from the eyes into people's hearts, making them feel empty and uncomfortable.

The soles of the shoes made a slight sound on the soft grass, rustling, and the unknown fragrance of flowers and grass and earth lingered on the tip of the nose.

Lupine seemed to like such sunny days very much. He was the first to break the silence and said in a gentle voice: "Harry, do you remember the Boggart?"

"certainly!"

Harry responded, straightening his face and spitting out a lot of words quickly: "A Boggart is a shape-shifting creature that can see into a wizard's heart and become the thing he fears most. The spell to deal with it is Boggart." Banishing Spell - "Funny", the spell makes the boggart look the funniest thing the caster thinks it is... In addition, the more people there are, the easier it is for the boggart to deal with, because it doesn't know what to change..."

"Relax, Harry..." Lupine laughed, "I want to remind you to remember to review "Funny" in the future. You always use the Patronus Charm to deal with the Dementors created by Boggarts. Don't forget There is an easier way... Maybe one day the thing you fear most in your heart will no longer be Dementors. Don't be at a loss when you encounter a Boggart. "

Harry's tense face relaxed little by little under the instructions, and finally turned into a disappointed expression: "I will, Professor."

"Don't call me professor, I've already resigned, haven't I?" Lupine looked at the greenhouse in the distance and continued, "Loren, I saw your patronus on the Hogwarts Express, and later in school I’ve never seen you summon me before, you’re worried about attracting too much attention, right?”

"Yes, Professor," Loren replied.

"Actually, the size of the Patronus can be controlled. This involves some tricks. I left a notebook in the office..." Lu Ping said leisurely, "Change the size of the Patronus and cover it with the brilliance of the Patronus." You can try practicing the form of the patron saint and using the patron saint to send messages. If you don’t understand anything, you can ask other professors for advice..."

The explanation about the patron saint continues until the middle of the path. If you look to the right, you can see the location of the Whomping Willow.

Lupine didn't stop in his footsteps. He only glanced at the Whomping Willow for a few times.

"Hermione, you are a smart and hard-working child. I have no other advice for you. However, you always implement the knowledge in the book meticulously in actual application. To be honest, this may limit your performance... It will be better in the future. Go a little outside the box and forget about what’s in the book.”

"I will, Professor."

"Ron..." Lupine looked at the red-haired little wizard who suddenly turned his head to look at him, and couldn't help laughing, "You are very talented and smart. Don't always compete with them. There are many things they can't compare with." You have to discover your own strengths."

Ron raised his head and looked at him with a sad face: "I just can't find it!"

Lupine laughed even harder: "At least I found a few places where you are better than the three of them!"

"Where?" Ron looked at him expectantly.

Lu Ping raised his eyebrows and changed his tone: "I'll tell you next time we meet."

"professor!"

Several people laughed.

The solemn atmosphere of farewell was dispersed by this shout, and the scene became lively. Loren took the lead and started to talk about the past year, saying that Kabbah was like a water monkey, that only fools would be fooled by Xinkpunk, and that the red hat bullied the weak and was afraid of the strong...

When they arrived at the school gate, they found that several professors were already waiting here.

Under the doorpost decorated with flying pigs, Dumbledore put his hands in front of him and clasped his beard behind his beard, watching them approach with a smile. Next to him were McGonagall, Flitwick and Professor Sprout who were talking. Professor Nap also came, standing aside with a cold face, in front of Hagrid's carriage on the roadside, talking quietly to the horse pulling the carriage.

Lu Ping paused, put down his suitcase, and quickly stepped forward to say goodbye to several professors. Out of politeness, Loren and others did not step forward.

They saw Lupine smiling happily when talking to the four people in front of them. It was not until they finally came to Snape that they paused slightly when faced with that cold face.

Loren and the others lowered their heads and looked at their toes intently, but their ears stood up one after another. However, they still didn't hear clearly what the two of them said. From the corner of their eyes, they saw Snape seeming to sneer again, and finally Taking out a black cloth package, Lupine nodded and accepted it.

About ten minutes later, Lupine came back and picked up the old suitcase. .

"Okay - goodbye, Harry, Loren, Hermione, Ron." He said with a smile, "I believe we will meet again, and I know you believe so too."

Then, he gave a final nod to a few people, smiled, and quickly walked out of the school gate. After chatting with Hagrid for a few words, he got into the carriage and drove away.

On this day, Loren, the best and most satisfying Defense Against the Dark Arts professor they had ever encountered, left Hogwarts.

On such a sunny day.

…

The axles and wheels rolled over the gravel road, and the sound of the wheels made the silence of the carriage more obvious.

When he was alone, more faces of young wizards suddenly popped up in Lupine's mind, all of which had left a deep impression on him over the past year:

Gryffindor's Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, the Weasley brothers and sisters...

Ravenclaw's Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang, Padma Patil...

Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbott, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie MacMillan...

Slytherin sisters Astoria, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy...

He wanted to give some advice to each of them, but he could only leave it until later.

The carriage quickly drove out of the wilderness and arrived at the streets of Hogsmeade. It walked along the deserted streets, exited the post office on Central Avenue and turned into a side road, stopping in front of a small bar on the side of the road.

The bar looked very old, with a vague stench. The tattered wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket on the door, with a severed pig's head painted on it, and blood stains penetrated the white cloth wrapping it.

Lupine got out of the carriage carrying his old suitcase, and was quickly greeted by a wizard wearing a black pointed wizard hat and covering his face with a black scarf.

This was a short, fat wizard with an unshaven beard. His long, messy ginger hair came out from under the brim of his hat. He walked on two short bow legs. As he approached, a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol hit his nostrils. Come:

"Remus! Remus Lupin..." he said in a low voice, with an uncomfortable tone in his voice, "We haven't seen each other for many years. I didn't expect you to come back to school as a student." Professor, Dumbledore is very kind to you, isn't he? I mean, he never remembers people like us, except when they are needed, the last time he saw me was in Albania..."

"Don't say that, Mundungus." There was no expression on Lupine's face. He looked up at the sign of the Pig's Head Bar and asked in surprise, "Why did you arrange to meet here? I remember it was banned here since 1975. You’re in.”

"So I don't dare to show up..." Mundungus Fletcher said, turning around and looking carefully, for fear that the bar owner would find him, "Come in quickly, I have everything ready, go to the United States, right?" ?”

"What did Dumbledore tell you?" Lupine asked, following him into the bar.

"You know him. He didn't tell me anything. He just asked me to prepare the door key and prepare a false identity for you."

The bar exudes a strong smell of mutton. Thick dirt accumulated on the bay windows, barely letting in the light from the outside, and some candle stubs were lit on the rough wooden tables.

There were many customers here who covered their faces tightly. Compared with them, Mundungus was really inconspicuous. When passing by the bar, the bar owner glanced at them and almost frightened Mundungus.

Fortunately, the boss ignored them, and the two of them walked all the way to a dirty, small room on the second floor that smelled of filth.

Lupine put the suitcase on the table and walked around the room to make sure there were no items or magic used for eavesdropping.

"I originally wanted to prepare a Yankee identity for you, but I don't think you can imitate their accent, so..." Mundungus took out several passports and Ministry of Magic identification cards, "You pick one and see. Which one is suitable? Wizards and Muggles often interact with each other over there, and it will be very troublesome without these things."

Lu Ping took the certificate and looked through it slowly.

"Pay attention to your whereabouts. Portkeys may be monitored when entering the country. Don't get entangled by MACUSA. Since the International Confederation of Wizards was confirmed to be held there, their patrols have become more stringent, like annoying hunting dogs... Mundungus said, "Tell me what you're going to do there, Remus. Maybe I can give you some advice. How about that?"

"No," Lupine refused without raising his head.

"Oh, okay... I don't know what you are doing there, but if you are caught, it is best to confess your identity. For Dumbledore's sake, they won't bother you."

"I understand." Lupine put all the documents into his pocket, "Leave the door key to me, you can leave."

"Leave it to you?" Mundungus repeated, his eyes widening in surprise. His swollen and bloodshot eyes looked a little scary, "I thought... okay, okay, I'll leave it to you."

Mundungus babbled a few words, opened his coat, took out a broken shovel and put it on the table: "I thought I could do the smuggling business in the future..."

"Goodbye, Remus, and may Merlin bless you."

Mundungus left dissatisfied, still complaining that Dumbledore was stingy when he pushed the door open.

The squat, bow-legged figure disappeared from Lupin's sight. He shook his head and said to himself: "Still as unreliable as before..."

He picked up the door key that looked like a broken shovel on the table, but put it away in the leather box without intending to use it.

Coming here all the way from Hogwarts is just a deliberately created illusion. If anyone wants to trace his traces, they will only start with Mundungus and then fall into a trap.

And he will apparate to the border and enter the United States via ferry.

Sufficient mandrake leaves and the new improved wolfsbane potion have been put into the bag. He has enough time to find out the conspiracy in the werewolf community and liberate some of his fellow werewolves in advance.

boom!

With the sound of the air exploding, Lupine Remus disappeared into the room on the second floor of the bar.

Five minutes later, the owner of the Pig Head Bar saw through Mundungus' disguise, punched him several times and threw him out.