Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 191: On the persecution of Snape, the Marauders are professionals
Kill the old snotty guy's arrogance?
Ron was obviously tempted, but then he remembered Snape's spider sense, so he lowered his head and remained silent.

He was really scared. What if he opened his mouth and attracted that old...old professor?
"That's not a good idea." Hermione hesitated: "After all, he - I mean, after all, he is a professor, and we are just students."

Sirius chuckled and gave Hermione a mysterious look.

"No, you don't need to do anything. You just need to cooperate well in class. I have heard some rumors that Snape treats you unfairly in class, right?"

Hearing this, Ron couldn't help himself.

'Oh my god, if you say so, then I have a lot to tell you! ' Ron said almost impatiently: "You know? Just because our hands were a little off... for example, the timing of Navigating the Porcupine Quills was not right, so Professor Snape scolded him fiercely..."

Who would have thought that Sirius hesitated.

"You mean, brewing a scabies potion?"

"Yes," Ron nodded.

"That kind of served him right - if I remember correctly, adding porcupine quills to scabies potion at the wrong time can cause the potion to splash into someone's face. Maybe Snotlout was saving him."

Sirius rarely said a fair word to Snape, but then changed the subject.

"But then again, Snotlout is not quite qualified to be a professor - just wait and see."

After staying with Sirius for a while, Harry and the others returned to the Great Hall.

It should be said that everyone was looking forward to Sirius, except the Slytherins.

After all, Sirius was a pure-blood traitor in the eyes of the pure-blood Slytherins. As an eternally pure Black, he actually defected to Gryffindor, which was simply unforgivable.

Students from other colleges, especially Gryffindor, were most welcoming to Sirius's classes.

After all, as long as it can cause trouble for Slytherin, every Gryffindor will do his best to do it. This is a rule passed down from their fathers.

It was not until he returned to his dormitory that Harry remembered Professor Trelawney's nonsense.

It shouldn't be his fault. After all, just after hearing this, he was informed that Sirius had been found in the principal's office.

He decided to talk to Vivi about this.

"You may really have nothing to do, Pote."

Cassandra waved her hands, looking confused. "Trelawney is just a prophet who has lost her prophetic bloodline. And you just said that she doesn't even remember what she said. Do you want to believe such a lunatic?"

"No, Kate." Vivi said seriously, "You don't know that Professor Trelawney actually has a strong ability to predict the future. The prophecy about Harry was made by her."

"Oh? Really?" Cassandra said with a frown. "Who can be sure that the prophecy is accurate and not that Voldemort went to trouble Harry after hearing about it?"

After that, Cassandra crossed her legs high, sat on the chair, tilted her head and said to Harry: "Well, why don't you tell me, what did that lunatic say that made you so concerned?"

"She told me..." Harry organized his words, and then said, "She said something about that devil is about to break free of his chains, conquer the boundary between life and death, and shroud the New World in the shadow of death. She also said something about servants..."

Harry carefully recalled Trelawney's crazy prophecy and said, "Oh, I remember now. She said that the Dark Lord became the servant of the real devil, so he could break free from his chains. That's what she meant."

"Potter."

Cassandra showed a helpless look.

"Do you want to believe such a nonsensical prophecy?"

"Cath." Vivi shook her head helplessly: "I know you still hate how Cassandra Trelawney treated you, but I hope you can give up your prejudice and correctly understand the prophecy of this prophet's bloodline."

"Oh?" Cassandra turned to Vivi: "Why do I hate Trelawney?"

Weiwei was silent for a moment, then raised her head and made the final move.

"I still wonder how many tears it takes to wet a letter to that extent."

Cassandra was silent.

Cassandra looked up.

"I didn't expect you to have the habit of peeking at other people's letters, Grindelwald." She said coldly, "Yes, this is not surprising..."

"But you should know that although Trelawney's bloodline is very thin, she still has a certain ability to predict the future." Vivi knocked on the table and said, "If one of us had this ability, perhaps Harry would not have..."

"Okay, if you insist."

Cassandra crossed her arms over her chest, but didn't squeeze out anything like Vivi.

She admitted that Vivi's last words made sense. After all, Trelawney was also a descendant of the prophet and also had the ability to predict.

"Perhaps we can ask Dumbledore about this." Vivi said again: "Harry, you should know that although we entered school a few years earlier than Dumbledore, we are still teenagers after all."

"I know what you mean." Harry did not deny what Vivi said. He also admitted that Dumbledore had far more experience than them.

How do you say that?

I've eaten more candy than you've ever eaten rice!

Harry and Cassandra followed Vivi all the way to the headmaster's office.

Cassandra looked at Vivi's curvy back sourly, then moved closer to Harry and whispered, "You like this, don't you?"

"Huh?" Harry didn't understand what Cassandra meant.

"Yes." Cassandra nodded at Vivinu in front of her.

Harry just took a look, coughed twice, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

"No wonder." Cassandra glanced at Harry with disdain. "People like you live entirely for appearances - you don't pay attention to the inner qualities at all, right?"

Harry didn't say anything. He knew that the current situation was that the more he spoke, the more mistakes he would make, the less he spoke, the fewer mistakes he would make, and if he didn't speak, he would make no mistakes.

but……

Then again.

Vivi did have a great figure, but Cassandra didn't have any major problems other than being flat on her back.

Those two long legs are longer than his life.

Vivi seemed to have heard Cassandra's chirping behind her, and her steps became more swaying, making Harry feel like eating a peach.

"Shameless!" Cassandra commented with a pout.

The three of them came all the way to Dumbledore's office. The gargoyles were now numb. After asking for the command, they would jump aside to make way.

Of course, Harry was the only one in the entire Hogwarts who had this privilege.

After all, although the gargoyles are stone statues, they don't want to be roasted by Harry's fire.

As if he had anticipated that Harry and the others would come, there were three cups of black tea on the table in front of Dumbledore.

Harry walked straight over and sat on the middle stool, smiling and asked, "It seems you knew we were coming, right, Professor?"

"No, this is for others." Dumbledore winked at Harry, "But it can also be said to be for you. After all, they just informed me that they will come to school later."

"You're welcome then." Harry said with a smile, reaching out to pick up the teacup.

"Why, do you have something to say?" Dumbledore asked after they were all seated.

While asking the question, Dumbledore was still feeling emotional.

Look at this left and right...

Of course he knew that as Gellert's sister, Vivi was definitely a jealous person.

But fortunately, she still felt a lot of guilt towards Cassandra, so she would tolerate Cassandra being with Harry.

After all, she was the one who came.

Otherwise, he will definitely say the classic Grindelwald line: "Do you think Potter will mourn for you?"

"Professor Trelawney just made a prophecy for me." Harry took a sip of black tea and continued, "In her prophecy, she mentioned the Dark Lord. She said that the Dark Lord will soon cross the boundary between life and death and return to the human world. At that time, he will become the servant of the devil, and the New World will be shrouded in the shadow of death because of him... After she finished this prophecy, she lost her memory of the prophecy. She forgot what she said."

"Is there such a thing?" Dumbledore sat up straight.

Of course, he knew the peculiarity of Professor Trelawney. The professor's predictions were most accurate only when she was in a hazy state, as if possessed by something.

As for the usual predictions - they are just for fun.

"If I remember correctly, the New World should refer to America." Although Cassandra said that she did not believe Trelawney's prediction, she had just tried to analyze it in her mind. "As for the shadow of death, I think it should be related to what Mr. Scamander investigated in North America before. What do you think, Professor?"

"Perhaps." Dumbledore said noncommittally, "But the question is, who is the 'devil' in Sybil's words?"

"It won't be Voldemort himself." Harry shrugged and said, "But the problem is, haven't we already told you? Professor Scamander told us that Voldemort seems to have turned to the god of death. Perhaps this devil - refers to the god of death?"

"The god of death is not necessarily the devil, Harry." Dumbledore rubbed his eyelids with his hand. "The myths and legends of each civilization are different. In some myths, the god of death also holds the power of hell. Of course, they can be called devils. In other myths, the god of death is only responsible for taking people's souls to the underworld... They are like civil servants. It doesn't seem reliable to call them devils."

"Then who do you think Voldemort will turn to?" Vivi asked.

Dumbledore was thinking, but saw Harry suddenly raised a finger.

"Hey, maybe we can just summon the God of Death herself and ask her?"

After hearing Harry's suggestion, the three people present all showed helpless expressions.

Summon the god of death? Ask her?

Well, if the one Voldemort turned to was really summoned, wouldn’t it be a disaster?
"I suggest you change your suggestion." Cassandra said speechlessly.

Harry sniffed. He actually thought this was a pretty good suggestion.

It seems like we should involve other people, such as Mr. Flamel - as an alchemist who has lived for more than six hundred years, he must have a lot of knowledge about death, maybe we can ask him?

"I'll go to the International Confederation of Wizards' headquarters in a few days." Dumbledore sighed and said, "The current situation in the United States should indeed be taken seriously. If, I mean if, Sibyl's prophecy comes true, I'm afraid the entire America will suffer immeasurable losses..."

"If that prophecy is true, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to deal with that kind of demon." Cassandra took over and said, "As we all know, demon kings need souls to be sacrificed in order to make their abilities stronger. If we sacrifice the billions of people in America, I'm afraid-"

"Just thinking about it, I find it a little hard to accept." Harry added.

"In addition to going to the United States to investigate, I think we should also consult Mr. Flamel." Harry said to Dumbledore: "Why don't we go to Mr. Flamel's alchemy workshop now and ask him?"

It should be said that as the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore acted very quickly.

With the help of Phoenix Fox, they arrived at Mr. Flamel's alchemy workshop almost in an instant.

Seeing the four people suddenly appear, Mr. Flamel almost dropped the crystal ball in his hand.

If you don’t know, you might think he is holding a bomb in his hand.

"Oh, you came at the right time." Mr. Flamel smiled and waved at them. "Look, according to your suggestions, I have developed a computer that is more suitable for wizards. Perhaps we should call it a more high-end and classy name, but I haven't thought about it yet. Anyway, I can even connect these computers through some kind of 'net', but I need a powerful thing as a transfer station."

Mr. Flamel continued to chatter on: "Through this transfer station, I can connect all the computers together, and we can talk or video chat anytime and anywhere - by the way, I can even import the portraits into the wizards' network, so that the portraits don't have to stay in the photo frame anymore, but can move around at will and come to the wizards' network - you see, isn't this a great invention?"

Everyone took a deep breath when they heard Mr. Flamel's words.

After a while, Dumbledore asked in astonishment: "What is the difference between a portrait and a living person?"

"Of course there is a difference. They don't have a physical body, Dumbledore." Mr. Flamel waved his hand and said, "But this topic can be studied. Let's wait until I have perfected the theory about wizard computers and wizard networks. I can even connect the Floo Network to it. Amazing, isn't it? Just like this, if I hold the computer and say 'Diagon Alley'..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Flamel disappeared from the spot.

The four of them stood there in a daze.

"Find someone quickly!" Dumbledore said calmly, but he still looked as steady as an old dog, and was not at all panicked about Mr. Flamel's disappearance.

Fortunately, Mr. Flamel mentioned the name "Diagon Alley" before he left, and they found the dusty Mr. Flamel without any effort.

"Look, isn't it very convenient?" Mr. Flamel did not seem frustrated by being suddenly teleported away. Instead, he smiled and showed off his Floo Network wizard crystal ball computer to the four people.

"This is indeed a groundbreaking revolution!" Vivi and Cassandra almost simultaneously smelled the business opportunity.

Cassandra smelled the business opportunity because she herself was trained by the Malfoy family.

And Weiwei smelled a business opportunity and simply wanted to make some money.

She piled up the dowry she had saved over the years in the vault and dared not spend a single cent - old Viennese people were afraid of poverty, their ancestors had been like this for generations... No, no, ever since her money was stolen by Gellert, her obsession with money had reached a new level.

Unless she was buying something for Harry, she really didn't want to spend a penny.

"I can see that you are very interested in this thing." Mr. Flamel said with a smile: "But I still need to improve them, at least to build a relay station for the wizard network first, otherwise, where are those portraits hidden? Don't you think so..."

"Have some fruit candy, Mr. Flamel." Dumbledore handed the candy to Mr. Flamel.

Mr. Flamel stared at the candy in Dumbledore's hand, then stared at Dumbledore's face, stared at him for a while, opened his mouth and pointed to his mouth where only his gums were left.

That expression clearly meant——

"I remember you had teeth, didn't you?" Harry asked with concern, "Is your elixir not enough?"

"Don't worry, kid. The elixir I have left is enough to kill most of the students in Hogwarts now." Mr. Flamel said with a smile.

Oh……

This is how you guys greet death, isn't it?

Mr. Flamel just didn't know what Harry was thinking, otherwise he would have scolded him - Isn't it because of your computer that I don't want to die so soon?

If it weren't for this computer, he might have lost the desire to live by now.

But things are different with a computer. Every day is a new experience, and as a technology geek, Mr. LeMay seems to have found a way to continue to shine.

"Most of them?" Harry asked curiously, "Why do you say most of them?"

Mr. Flamel said nothing, but looked Harry up and down.

He was still thinking, guess why I used "most of the time"?
You are a human-shaped Philosopher's Stone. Who has ever heard that the Philosopher's Stone, a tool that can make the elixir of life, will die of aging?

"Well, we should talk about business." Mr. Flamel finally remembered the business. "Well, what is it that you have come to me for? Why did you come so early?"

"We want to ask you about the news about the god of death and the devil." Dumbledore said to Mr. Flamel: "Sybill Trelawney, the great-grandson of the legendary prophet Cassandra Trelawney, made a prophecy about Voldemort..."

Dumbledore repeated Professor Trelawney's prophecy and watched Mr. Flamel fall into deep thought.

"Since you are so sure that her prophecy is correct, let me ask you a question." Mr. Flamel raised his head and said, "Newt seems to have said that Voldemort has surrendered to the god of death - so now there is a problem. Ms. Trelawney's prophecy conflicts with Newt's words - who should we believe?"

At this moment, Newt also came to the alchemy room.

After hearing Professor Trelawney's prophecy, Newt also lowered his head in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I just heard American wizards say this." He lowered his head and said, "As for who Voldemort turned to, I don't know the details. At least American wizards think that he turned to the god of death."

Everyone in the alchemy room fell into deep thought, thinking about various possibilities.

"How about..." Harry asked tentatively, "Like I said in the headmaster's office before, maybe we can summon the god of death to ask her what happened to her and whether Voldemort has surrendered to her."

"Do you think the Grim Reaper will answer you?" Newt asked with his eyes squinting, "Or do you think the Grim Reaper is easy to talk to?"

Harry thought about it, nodded and said, "I have seen the God of Death in Cassandra's consciousness space. She is indeed very easy to talk to - I think she is a very kind old lady."

Everyone looked at Harry with an "excuse me" look.

Is Death easy to talk to?

But Cassandra did not object to what Harry said. In fact, she had seen the God of Death before, and he was not that unkind.

At least, if the god of death really wanted to take her away, there would be no way she could escape.

However, at this moment, Mr. Flamel took small steps and ran to the library nearby.

After a while, he came back running in small steps, holding a huge book.

He threw the book on the table, opened it and searched a few pages, then looked up and said, "I think what Harry said is worth considering. I have also seen the Lady Death, and she is indeed not an inhuman being - look, this book contains the method of summoning the Lady Death - if the Lady Death I am talking about is the same as the old lady Harry mentioned." "But this Death is wearing a black robe and holding a scythe." Cassandra pointed to the Death in the illustration and said, "But the Death we saw was wearing a black windbreaker..."

"Times have changed, Miss Malfoy." Mr. Flamel sighed. "You can't expect an old lady to always wear that shabby black cloak? Doesn't Death have the right to pursue fashion?"

You know what, there is nothing wrong with what Mr. Flamel said.

The Grim Reaper does have the right to pursue fashion, and it is not difficult for people to accept that he uses a black windbreaker instead of a black cloak.

What about the sickle? What can we use instead?
A black FN-57? Or a P90?

"Look." Mr. Flamel pointed to the magic circle on the illustration and said, "We need to use special blood to draw such a magic circle, and we need to gather the following alchemical materials and ignite them in a bowl to summon a god of death to the world - but only temporarily."

"Why is there such a spell?" Harry asked, frowning.

"There are always people who want to see their deceased relatives," Mr. Flamel glanced at Dumbledore who was lost in thought. "The legendary Resurrection Stone can cross the boundary between life and death to summon the souls of the dead, but there is only one Resurrection Stone, and no one knows where it is. So those ancient alchemists made a contract with the god of death and invented this method."

"What if the Grim Reaper wants to kill us?" Vivi asked.

"This magic circle is not only a magic circle to summon the god of death, but also can trap her." Newt leaned close to Mr. Flamel, reading the introduction in the book, and explained to Vivi: "But I don't think a magic circle can trap the god of death, just like the spell here - Merlin, I don't think that with just a simple spell, angels or demons can be driven out of a house with an exorcism spell drawn on it..."

"I'm sorry to tell you, Newt."

Mr. Flamel said leisurely: "I have tried most of these spells before. I used this spell to expel a demon in France in 1466."

Newt was stunned when he heard what Mr. Flamel said. He really didn't expect that Mr. Flamel had a real combat record.

The battle record can be checked, right?

"Demons?" Harry asked with interest, "Are there really demons in this world?"

"Oh, Harry." Mr. Flamel smiled mysteriously at Harry. "Before you received the acceptance letter from Hogwarts, did you believe that there were wizards in this world?"

You know what, Mr. Flamel has a point.

"What alchemical materials are needed?" Harry stretched his head to look at the book again. "Let me see... the fur of a three-headed dog, the flower of the Styx, and some dragon scales... I know the dragon scales and the fur of a three-headed dog. Wasn't the one guarding the trapdoor before a three-headed dog? But what is the flower of the Styx?"

"Well..." Mr. Flamel thought for a moment and said to Harry, "I have some Styx flowers in my collection, which were once the treasures of the Eastern Roman Empire..."

Hearing Mr. Flamel's words, everyone present stood in awe.

Treasures of the Eastern Roman Empire Imperial Family...

But it was not hard to understand. After all, when the army was guarding Constantinople, Mr. Flamel had joined in the fun. He witnessed the tragic incident in which the serpent was killed by Urban's cannon as soon as it swam out of the St. Romanus Gate...

"Now all we need is the fur of the three-headed dog and dragon scales." Harry scratched his chin and said, "As for dragon scales, I remember Ron's brother Charlie raises dragons in Romania, so he should have plenty of dragon scales - as for the fur of the three-headed dog, I'll have to trouble Hagrid for that - you know, Hagrid always has some weird collections."

"I understand this very well." Newt agreed with Harry's words: "God, do you know how shocked I was when I found out that Hagrid's carpet was made entirely of unicorn hair?"

"Although Hagrid is a half-giant, his heart is purer than most people." Harry said to Newt: "Unicorns only approach people with pure souls. I think you should know this."

"Compared to Hagrid, my heart is indeed not so pure." Newt said, covering his face, looking a little embarrassed.

Dumbledore sighed -

"Then it's settled." Mr. Flamel said with a smile, "You will be responsible for collecting dragon scales and three-headed dog fur, and I will be responsible for providing you with the Styx Flower. When all the materials are collected, we will meet in the alchemy room...Albus, please don't suddenly appear in my alchemy room like this again. You should know that it is difficult for an elderly person to withstand such a shock."

"I will pay attention, Nico." Dumbledore said with a smile, stroking his beard.

When Harry returned to his dormitory, he found Ron immediately.

"Ron," he said, "could you write a letter to Charlie for me - just say I want to buy some dragon scales from him..."

"Hey, I thought it was something serious." Ron patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me - but you have to lend me Hedwig. Mum said she won't buy me an owl until Christmas."

"Okay, no problem." Harry nodded.

After talking about this with Ron, he immediately left the dormitory and went to Hagrid's hut to find Hagrid.

What he didn't expect was that Lupin and Sirius were having a party in Hagrid's room, and the three of them were holding huge jars in their hands - but the jars were just normal small teacups in Hagrid's hands, but in Lupin and Sirius' hands - they were almost as big as their heads.

When Harry opened the door, Hagrid was blowing his nose hard - a tall giant blowing his nose, the sound was naturally very loud, and even scared Harry.

"Good Lord, Hagrid," said Harry, terrified. "I thought Seamus was exploding with thunderbolts."

Hagrid laughed, patted his side and said, "Come in and sit down - I'm really happy. As soon as I came back, I heard that Sirius was vindicated - God, I really didn't expect that Ron's rat would be Peter Pettigrew, and I, I have always wronged Sirius, I really -"

At this point, Hagrid choked up again.

"Oh my god, oh my god..." said Hagrid, shaking his head. "I doubted you..."

"It's not your fault, Hagrid." Sirius patted Hagrid's arm and said, "In fact, it's also because I didn't defend myself. In fact, I was thinking about atonement for the mistakes I made..."

He actually wanted to pat Hagrid's shoulder, but there was a big height difference between them, so Sirius thought about it and decided to pat his arm instead.

"You also gave me the motorcycle." Hagrid wiped his tears and said, "Don't worry, I kept your old friend well. It's outside--"

"Motorcycle?" asked Harry, interested; he had never known Hagrid had a motorcycle.

"Yes, when I rescued you from the ruins -" Hagrid gestured, "your godfather came riding over on his motorcycle. He was pale and trembling all over. I knew he was sad for James and Lily. Then he said, 'Give Harry to me, Hagrid. I'm his godfather. I'll take care of him -' Ha! But you know what kind of person I am. Dumbledore told me to do that, so I told him no. Dumbledore said Harry should go to his aunt and uncle. He actually disagreed at first, but in the end he gave in and asked me to ride his motorcycle to take Harry there. 'I don't need this motorcycle anymore.' That's what he said, and then the flying motorcycle was given to me."

Harry felt a stinging pain on the scar on his forehead, and he seemed to have thought of something.

"I seem to have some impression, Hagrid." Harry covered his head and said, "Oh, it seems that in addition to you taking me to ride that motorcycle, Sirius also took me to ride it, and he seemed to have taken me to play with a flying broom, but it was not as big as a normal broom."

"Ha!" Sirius slapped his thigh and pointed at Harry. "Look, you remember it now, right? The first flying broom in your life was given by me - Lily scolded me for a long time at that time, and she even hit me with a frying pan. But I dodged it, haha..."

"Sometimes I wonder, Lily has three children." Lupin shook his head helplessly and said, "You, James, and Harry, you three children - and you and Prongs, you two are like children who never grow up..."

"Yes, but I should point out that Lily's cooking is delicious." Sirius said with some nostalgia: "When I was in Azkaban, I often thought of Lily's cooking, but every time I thought of it, the Dementors would surround me, and I had to interrupt it forcibly."

"Hey." Hagrid suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly stood up and said, "Speaking of Lily's recipes, she also taught me a recipe - I often use this recipe to make something to eat. Do you want to try it?"

"Okay," said Sirius and Lupin together.

Harry's brows twitched violently, and he felt an ominous premonition rising.

As he expected, Hagrid walked to the cabinet nearby and took out four huge rock cakes.

Sirius and Lupin obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. They both took the rock cakes happily, and Sirius was greedy and opened his mouth to bite the rock cake.

"It's so hard, God." He covered his mouth and said, "I feel like I bit a piece of stone..."

"You should soak it in water and eat it when it's soft." Harry said to Sirius, "You haven't eaten normal meals for a long time, so it's normal for your teeth to not be used to it - just like me."

As he spoke, Harry used magic to cut the rock cake into small pieces and soaked them in a huge water tank.

The rock cake absorbed water very quickly, and soon it became the familiar shape Harry was familiar with.

He picked up the fork, picked up a small piece and put it in his mouth. The softened rock cake was indeed delicious.

"Really?" Sirius frowned and tried to follow Harry's example...

"I wronged you, Hagrid." Sirius smiled at Hagrid and said, "It is indeed delicious, not worse than what Lily made -"

He added in his mind, it's just too fucking hard.

Hagrid smiled. He was as happy as a 500-pound kid when he got the affirmation.

"By the way, Hagrid," Harry said to Hagrid, "Professor Dumbledore needs some three-headed dog fur, and he asked me to come to you to ask for some - if you still have some, please send it to his office."

Since Harry said so, Hagrid didn't doubt it and agreed happily.

"But you need to wait a while." He said, "I will get some for you by the first of next month at the latest. This stuff is not easy to get--"

"No problem." Harry made an OK gesture.

Time flies, and October is almost over in the blink of an eye.

It is the end of October and winter has arrived in the Scottish Highlands.

There is no doubt that the weather is cold, but fortunately it is still warm like spring inside the Hogwarts Castle, so at least we won’t catch a cold during classes.

Just as Trelawney had predicted, a flu pandemic struck Hogwarts - but it arrived a month later than she had predicted.

Some students fell ill, and they had to go to Madam Pomfrey's school hospital to take some medicine - and Madam Pomfrey's potion was quite effective. After taking it, it was as if their heads were boiling, with steam coming out of them.

Professor Lupin also seemed to have caught the flu, since he had been on leave since the 27th.

Everyone was discussing excitedly how the new teaching assistant would teach - they all knew that Teaching Assistant Sirius Black and Professor Lupin were good friends during their student days, and there was no reason why Professor Lupin was so outstanding but his good friend was not.

In fact, Sirius's level was indeed quite good, at least everyone who took his class gave him a thumbs up and praised him.

it is good.

After recuperating in Hogwarts for such a long time, Sirius gradually became healthier. He was no longer as thin as he was in Azkaban, but gradually recovered his health.

It should be said that the Black family is indeed full of handsome men and beautiful women. For example, Draco's mother Narcissa is a first-class beauty.

And Sirius - he is indeed a handsome guy.

The female students at Hogwarts were feasting their eyes on him, and some even took the initiative to ask Sirius various questions. In a short time, he became the most popular person in Hogwarts.

Snape became even more unhappy, and his expression became gloomier day by day, as if someone had knocked over his joy potion and he would never smile again.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was jealous of assistant coach Blake's popularity.

"Can't he just learn from Professor Black?"

This is the cricket behind the Ravenclaw girl. Anyway, the whole article means - no wonder Professor Snape has been single until now. This is closely related to his bad temper and the hair that has not been washed for hundreds of years.

"Very good." Snape appeared behind them, "Ravenclaw, deduct twenty points."

The value of the secret was still increasing. Ron looked at Hermione with an "I told you so" expression and spread his hands.

It was weird, Hermione agreed with Ron's guess. Maybe Snape also cast a dark spell on his name, so he was able to find out in time who was talking bad about him behind his back.

"So, if you have anything to say, it's better to leave it in the common room or dormitory." Ron puffed out his chest and said, "He won't show up in a place that doesn't belong to Slytherin, right?"

When he said this, Ron almost blurted out the words "Old Bat", but he held back.

He turned around and saw Snape looking at him sinisterly.

When he turned around, Snape smiled at him, then turned and left.

"You really have your way." Seamus praised loudly.

On Thursday, the third grade students also had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class taught by Sirius.

During breakfast, everyone was discussing the matter excitedly, and the girls, such as Lavender Brown and Hannah Abbott, had already gone crazy discussing Sirius's appearance.

The Slytherin girls were very restrained. Led by Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass, they all sat upright in the Slytherin table, trying hard not to discuss Sirius Black.

It's simple, they just don't want to be caught by Snape.

Ron and Hermione sat together, and Harry sat next to them, also chatting quietly about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

But they were talking about the class itself, not some nerdy stuff like how handsome Sirius was.

"Look, Hedwig flies in," Ron said, pointing at the door.

Hedwig looked tired, and she almost dived into Harry's arms, a package clutched in her paws.

"Oh, Stuka." Hermione pulled a bottle of bird tonic from her pocket - it was for her parrot.

She handed the supplement to Harry. "Give some to Hedwig. This supplement is very good for the health of birds, especially their feathers - if the nutrition is not balanced, they will develop stress marks."

"Okay." Harry unscrewed the bottle, poured it into a bowl and handed it to Hedwig.

Hedwig stretched her head, leaned forward and drank the tonic bit by bit with her tongue, her eyes narrowed, looking very comfortable.

"It's Charlie's package," said Harry. "It looks like it's arrived—"

He opened the package and found a letter and a small package inside.

The small package was for Harry, and inside it were twenty dragon scales. The letter was for Ron. After opening it, Ron said happily, "Charlie asked me to thank you, Harry. He also congratulated me on joining the Quidditch house team and wished me the championship!"

"Did you tell him? That you're on the bench now?" Hermione asked.

"It doesn't matter." Ron waved his hand.

Seeing that it was time for class, the three of them packed up their things, put their pets back in the dormitory, and hurried to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Sirius was not in the classroom. When they arrived, there were only students who had arrived early.

Everyone was whispering to each other, discussing enthusiastically what the new professor would teach them and whether there would be any unique way of meeting them - just like when Professor Lockhart first met them... no, just like when Ms. Rosier first met them.

After a while, they heard the door being opened with a bang.

Everyone turned around and found it was Professor Black.

Today, Sirius was not wearing his luxurious clothes, but a black robe and a black wig on his head, and he strode into the classroom.

Amid the surprised, disbelieving and somewhat amused looks of his classmates, he quickly closed all the windows of the classroom with his wand. Like a greasy old bat, he strode to the front of the podium, turned around neatly like Snape, swung his greasy wig into a side part, and said in his greasy accent:
"You came here to learn the means of defense and counterattack against dark wizards. Since there is no stupid squatting in front of a cauldron to boil slugs, some of you may not believe that this is actually a subtle science. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the pleasant resonance of magic when waving a wand, and the beauty of emitting powerful spells. You will not truly understand the magical spells that punish dark wizards and make people excited and confused... I can teach you how to improve your reputation, gain glory, and even conquer death. "

"But there is one condition: you are not the kind of idiots I often meet."

At this point, the students who had been trying to hold back their laughter burst into laughter.

The Gryffindor students especially laughed the most.

Of course, the other houses were laughing too, except for Slytherin.

It’s not that Slytherins don’t like to laugh, they are also trying hard to hold back their laughter, trying not to laugh out loud and be known by Professor Snape.

"Quiet--" Professor Sirius narrowed his eyes and spoke in a drawling tone, imitating Snape vividly.

The students laughed even more happily now, especially Ron, Seamus and Neville, who laughed the loudest.

Hermione looked at Professor Sirius with a worried look on her face, thinking that they didn't get along well in the first place, so what if Snape picked a fight with him?
"Mr. Potter!"

Sirius suddenly came in front of Harry, and his movements were almost identical to Snape's - it was obvious that he knew Snape very well...

"What should I do if I want to disarm a wizard?" he asked greasyly.

Seeing Sirius's perfect imitation, the classmates could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

"Quiet--" Sirius said to Snape in a long voice.

"It's Expelliarmus, Professor," Harry replied, trying not to laugh.

He really didn't expect that Sirius could do such a thing -

But at the same time, Harry had to admit that it was indeed a good job.

"Well, well," Sirius narrowed his eyes, "it seems the reputation is not without reason - let's try it again, Mr. Potter, if I want to cause harm to the Inferi, what spell should I use?"

"Use a fire spell, Professor," Harry answered simply.

"I think you should be very familiar with the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Mr. Potter?" Sirius narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Then let me ask you, what is the difference between Thunder Explosion and Big Bang?"

"Not as powerful, Professor," Harry replied.

Sirius smiled.

"Five points from Gryffindor for answering the question correctly," he said.

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