A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 183: Remus Lupine

"Merlin's socks! Your Disarming Curse has reached the fourth level, and you didn't reveal it before!" Ron opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Is this true? I mean—that preparation To become an Auror graduate, the Disarming Curse is only about level two."

Harry pushed all this to Magic Riot, "Professor Haip said that it would make my magic power active, which made... and made me learn spells much faster."

Ron said expectantly: "If only I could experience a magic riot."

"Ron, Professor Haip said that magic riots are the product of extreme emotions, and they usually happen before little wizards enter school. After we enter Hogwarts and learn how to master our own magic power, this situation is almost the same. Disappeared."

Hermione said sternly, "Like Harry, he's a rare case. Probably because that aunt insulted his parents first - oh, sorry, Harry."

"Nothing," said Harry, but Hermione looked at him apologetically.

"I know~ Let me fantasize about it?" Ron seemed to think of something, and suddenly said excitedly: "Besides, it's not impossible? Once or twice during the summer vacation, Percy showed me his When I saw the big head badge, I had the idea of ​​blowing it up."

"There shouldn't be much difference between blowing up and bloating? Maybe my emotions weren't strong enough at the time." Ron guessed nonchalantly, he thought it was a shortcut to learn.

Hermione stared at him, and even Harry was quite speechless.

"But speaking of it," Harry looked at Ron thoughtfully, "I'm really more comfortable with the Disarming Charm, and it's not as interesting as other spells."

Ron looked at him puzzled, "Isn't it because you spent the longest time on the disarming spell?"

Harry explained: "It was a feeling! It was, it was..." He waved his hand, "Well, I don't know, it might really be an illusion." He said a little dejectedly.

Hermione on the side gave theoretical support: "Harry, it's not impossible—there are always some young wizards who learn specific spells faster."

"Which book did you read about?" Harry asked with interest, maybe he could write this point of view into the paper?

When he thought about the thesis, he felt a little headache.

Although he took a bunch of miscellaneous notes during the special training process, he still has no idea how to turn these things into a handy paper-out of some thoughts, he doesn't Like fooling around.

The answer Hermione gave was different from what he thought, she squinted her eyes and said cheerfully, it looked very much like the cat in her arms: "Do you remember the homework assigned in dueling class, those forms? I helped Professor Haipu sort out a part, and he put forward this idea at the time, but..."

She showed a helpless expression: "There are too few samples, and many of the submitted data are edited, I can tell at a glance!"

Ron's eyes suddenly drifted, and Harry lowered his head guiltily.

Hermione looked at the two angrily, and they were responsible for the false data.

At this moment, a hoarse tired voice was involved in their conversation.

"Forgive me—"

The three of them looked towards the small table in horror. The professor seemed to have just woken up. His face looked like the patched robe and the badly worn suitcase on his body, and he also looked downcast. the taste of.

But his eyes were bright and sincere, and the professor said gently: "I just heard some conversations between you, not intentionally, but I do feel curious."

"Professor Lupine?" Hermione asked softly.

"Yes, my name is Remus Lupine," Lupine said with a smile, "you see the marking on my box? That's really sharp, if it's in class, I'll give you extra points. "

"Remus Lupine?" Hermione let out a short scream, and the big **** cat jumped out of her arms in fright. It stood in the aisle, looking at its master reproachfully. .

"Oh, sorry, Crookshanks," said the little witch.

"Take it under control, don't let Scabbers see it!" Ron covered his breast pocket, where there was a bulge where his pet fat mouse, Scabbers, hid.

"You know me?" Lupine asked.

"No, it's not." She said dryly, and hurriedly lowered her head and picked up the big cat.

Hermione's attitude made Harry and Ron feel strange, but there was an outsider, and the two tacitly did not ask.

Lupine didn't delve into it either, he looked at them with a smile: "I'm your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I only teach for one year, and I agreed with Dumbledore."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they assessed the professor's true level in their hearts. Frankly speaking, just looking at it from the outside doesn't really give people confidence.

Lupine looked at the three of them tenderly, especially staying on Harry for a while, and then said: "It has been fifteen years since I left school, and many memories have faded away. For example, I don't know exactly what you said. Professor Haipu..."

Harry and Ron turned their attention to Hermione, who never disappoints in this regard.

Sure enough, Hermione said in one breath: "Felix Hemp is a very good wizard, graduated from Slytherin College, currently teaches ancient runes, and has extraordinary attainments in the field of Muggle research, with Extraordinary influence."

"And he's only graduated for three years, no, it's been four years now," Harry added.

"You are really young and promising." Lupine admired a word, and he changed the subject and said, "I heard you mentioned the special training. Is this Professor Haipu on good terms with you, Harry?"

"You know me?" Harry subconsciously stroked the hair on his forehead. There was a lightning-shaped scar there, through which many people recognized him.

"I know your father," said Lupine simply.

Harry was not very satisfied with this answer, but he still said: "Professor Haip is very kind, gentle and polite. His help."

He was referring to the panic in the school during the attack on the chamber of secrets, and many people sought psychological comfort from the professors. Among them, Professor Haipu has a very high praise rate.

Lupine thought for a while and said, "You just mentioned that he has only graduated for four years, so his dean is... Severus Snape?"

"——it's Snape." Harry finished immediately, and then looked at Lupine with some embarrassment, but he didn't mention honorifics.

Lupine didn't respond~IndoMTL.com~ He looked far away and fell into deep thought.

It was raining harder outside, it was getting dark, and the train was slowing down.

"Is it coming?"

"No, it's still early!" Professor Lupine drew out his wand, and Harry stood up after him.

The lights on the train went out suddenly, and there were only a few people outside.

A layer of frost crept up the window.

A person stumbled in from outside the door and hit Ron directly, making him let out a cry of pain, and there was also the sound of terrified breathing from the opposite side.

"What happened? Ouch! Is it Neville?"

"Yes, it's me, it's dark outside, do you know what happened?"

More people rushed in, they chattered and chatted in a noisy manner.

"Is Ron there? I'm looking for Ron."

"I'm here, Ginny!"

"Oops, that's my face."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Neville, Neville Longbottom..."

"Quiet!" cried Lupine, holding up his wand, and a stream of fire poured from the tip, illuminating the panicked faces.

The firelight also illuminated his tired and gray face, but the presence of an adult wizard reassured everyone.

They heard Lupine say, "Stay where you are, I'll go out and have a look." He opened the car door and came out into the aisle.

Harry thought about it, and then walked out.

"Harry?" said Hermione eagerly.

"I'll see if I can help." Harry followed Lupine through the compartment door.

A chill passed over them, and Lupine drew back quickly, "Go back, Harry!"

He didn't know why he had this thought, but it was so strong that even before he was about to lose consciousness, he still made a subconscious response.

A dazzling red light illuminates the entire train.