The days at Hogwarts

"Didn't you notice it when you copied the homework?"

The little wizards in the audience murmured to each other for a while, and even Loren was wondering in his heart whether his homework would be criticized.

Professor Victor smiled gently, as if she could not hear the discussion of the little wizards, nor could she see their panicked expressions. She continued, "I know that many people do not want to write down the calculation process. When I first started to learn arithmetic divination, I also thought that simple addition and subtraction did not need to be written down. But students, arithmetic divination is not mathematics. It is not a subject that only looks at calculation results. The numbers that appear repeatedly during the calculation process are also a revelation. For example, if 13 appears repeatedly, it indicates bad luck. The magical number 7...

“I hope that when people use arithmetic divination, they will not only look at the calculation results, but also see the deeper meaning of the numbers during the calculation process.

"It doesn't matter if the calculation is wrong, just like a little wizard calculated that Headmaster Dumbledore is a housewife. How can this not be considered a possibility? Unlike the predictions of divination, the future of arithmetic divination is not predetermined, but full of possibilities.

"Of course, if the result of divination is too far from the truth, then we still need to recheck the calculation process. When you have time, you can do the calculation for your friends around you. Anyway, we don't need to open the third eye for arithmetic divination.

"Okay, that's it for today's class. See you next week, everyone."

After implying something about a certain divination professor, Professor Victor packed up his books and manuscripts and walked out of the classroom slowly.

Loren immediately stood up and turned around, pulling Hermione's sleeve and walking back: "Hermione, let's go and see how that person figured out that Dumbledore is a housewife. I must tell Dumbledore."

Seeing his excited and impatient face, Hermione sighed helplessly: "Principal Dumbledore won't want to hear this."

Loren retorted, "How do you know he's not interested if you didn't tell him?"

“No normal person would be interested.”

"Do you think Dumbledore is sane?"

"..."

The textbooks and notebooks in front of Hermione were moved to Loren's desk. "You go and have a look. I need to ask Professor Bubbage about the dark arts."

"Dark magic?" Loren looked back at her with a puzzled expression.

"The dark magic you mentioned is related to intentional homicide. I think this is a question involving the law and the definition of magic. This may explain some differences in social awareness between the Muggle and wizarding worlds. I have some doubts I would like to ask Professor Burbage." Hermione explained.

"..."

when?

When did he no longer understand what Hermione said?

"Well," Loren frowned and nodded, his expression serious, "I think what you said makes sense. Go ahead and tell me about it when you come back."

Hermione smiled and didn't expose him.

"See you tonight."

……

After dinner, the young wizards lined up to go up to the astronomy tower, where they would observe celestial phenomena under the guidance of Professor Aurora Sinistra.

Astronomy is a compulsory course in grades 1 to 5 and an optional course in grades 6 to 7. In this course, students learn the names of stars, constellations and planets, their locations and movements, and understand the environment on these planets or satellites.

The course content is not too much, but the class hours are too short, so it seems to span a long time.

Hermione and Loren walked at the back of the group, talking quietly about the Dark Arts.

"Professor Bubbage said that there are records of dark magic among Muggles. That was in the Middle Ages, when many ordinary people believed that wizards were evil and all magic was evil, so it was all dark magic." Hermione said in a low voice.

"It sounds like a moral description and definition," Loren said.

"Yes." Hermione nodded, "Before Miranda Goshawk made the definition, the mainstream concept of the wizarding world was that a certain kind of magic was evil, and that was dark magic.

"The three Unforgivable Curses, including the Killing Curse, were invented to harm or control life and soul, so they are undoubtedly dark magic.

"As for the controversy over evil spells and poisonous curses such as the Shattering Curse, Professor Bubbaji believes that they are both black magic and not black magic."

Loren asked with interest: "Does the magic world also have quantum mechanics? Schrödinger's black magic?"

"Schrödinger's Dark Magic, haha..." Hermione couldn't help laughing. "Professor Bubbage means that many magics cannot be simply divided into black magic and white magic. When wizards use them properly, they are just ordinary magic. When wizards use it to harm lives, it is dark magic."

“So Professor Bubaji’s claims are idealistic?”

"You could say that." Hermione said thoughtfully, "Just like the Defense Against the Dark Arts class we're studying. Although the course is called Defense Against the Dark Arts, so far, we've been learning how to deal with some dangerous magical creatures. Although they are generally classified as dark magic creatures, no creature is born evil."

Loren immediately gave a counterexample: "The basilisk, its gaze can naturally take away life."

"That's what I refuted Professor Bubbage." Hermione laughed, "But it's an artificial creature bred by a dark wizard. Maybe the ritual of hatching the basilisk is itself a dark magic, so it has that evil look."

Loren recalled his Shadowless Sword. At the beginning of his practice, it was basically used to process potion materials. He only used it against Sirius Black... That time, he must have had the evil intention of harming lives, but Loren was not sure whether his soul was affected.

Does black magic only affect the soul when it harms life?

If the changes in the soul are imperceptible...

Loren asked, "So, how do we tell if a spell is dark magic?"

"Well..." Hermione looked up at the night sky and remembered what Professor Bubbage said in the afternoon.

"Hermione, I can't strictly define what is dark magic, but if you let me see the situation in which the magic is used, I will know whether it is dark magic or not."

It is late September, and a week has passed since the new moon. The crescent moon has turned into a semicircular waxing moon and is gradually getting fuller...

Chapter 314 Snape: I, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor,

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Thursday, March 9th.

Hogwarts has not seen clear blue skies since the beginning of autumn. Only occasionally, when the clouds are blown open by the wind, the sun will sparingly pour out, shining on the ancient stone walls of the castle, but will soon be blocked by the healing clouds.

It was the same today. The sun appeared for about half an hour at sunrise, and then plunged into the clouds. Only clouds were left slowly cruising in the sky.

As the Potions Professor at Hogwarts, Severus Snape never cared about the weather. His office was underground, and the only glass projected the view of the depths of the Black Lake. All year round, no matter what the weather was, his office was always dark, deep and eerie.

He also got used to this scene.

Just as the little wizards got used to his cold expression, it always was.

But today seemed different. The little wizards who were having breakfast in the auditorium were surprised to find that Professor Snape, who had always had a stern face, actually smiled. Although it was still gloomy, he smiled!

Professor McGonagall picked up the warm pumpkin juice, raised the glass to Snape and said with a smile: "Look, the students are all talking about your smile. Severus, you should smile more often."

"I don't think these little wizards think that way." Snape raised his fruit and vegetable juice slowly and clinked it with hers. "Look at them and find out which little wizards can't even eat breakfast. They have Potions class today."

Several other faculty members who were having the meal laughed.

Madam Pomfrey smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's only today. Remus will be discharged soon."

Professor Flitwick asked with concern: "How is he, is he okay?"

"It's okay, just a slight coma."

"It's strange, why did you suddenly get sick?"

"..."

Listening to his colleagues' concern for the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Snape took a sip of his fruit and vegetable juice, and the smile on his face became even happier.

Yes, why did you suddenly get sick?

It can't be that he was poisoned.

It can't be that it was poisoned by him, the professor of Potions.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron raised his head and glanced at the guest of honor seat quietly, then shuddered and quickly lowered his head: "Oh, did you see that? Merlin's beard, the old bat is actually laughing!"

Neville was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and immediately stopped eating. He took out his timetable from his pocket tremblingly and checked it carefully.

Seeing the morning classes, Neville pointed at the schedule in horror and screamed, "May, May, Merlin! The second largest class in the morning is Potions, which lasts for two hours!"

Harry was so frightened that the buckwheat bread fell onto the plate. He looked up at his friends and asked, "Tell me, is it too late for me to pretend to be sick and take leave now?"

Ron hesitated for a moment, thought for a moment, and suggested, "Let's break their arms and legs."

Listening to their messy conversation, Hermione turned her head and asked in a low voice: "Loren, will today's Potions class go on as normal?"

"What is he thinking?" Loren didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "A professor is still a professor after all. He won't use Harry to make potions in class."

"It's not a good idea to test the medicine on him." Hermione muttered softly, "Then why is Professor Snape so happy?"

Loren lowered his head and looked at the pudding on the plate: "I don't know..."

Who knew the first version of the improved wolfsbane potion would be so powerful?

Who could have known that Professor Lupin would go to the school infirmary because he couldn't stand the stimulation?

He didn't know why Snape was smiling so happily. Anyway, it wasn't that Professor Lupin was drugged, but someone was going to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for him.

……

In the afternoon, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom before class.

The professor hadn't arrived in the classroom yet, so the little wizards took advantage of their free time to chat animatedly.

"What is that black shelf at the back of the classroom?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's the teaching aid for Professor Lupin's class."

A young Muggle-born wizard stepped forward to explain: "It's an old-fashioned projector. It can project images onto the screen in front."

"It looks like a cannon barrel. Speaking of which..." Parvati pulled Ron aside and asked, "I heard that Seamus exploded again when he was reviewing the Luminescent Charm. How powerful was it this time?"

Lavender, who was sitting next to her, glanced at her good roommate secretly and couldn't stop grinning.

"Oh, Dean and Neville's faces were blown black, but Seamus was fine. Dean thought Seamus did it on purpose." Ron replied.

“Hmph!” Parvati couldn’t help laughing. “That’s what it sounds like.”

"No way!" Seamus Finnigan, who had extraordinary attainments in the field of explosions, poked his head out and looked at them with a condemning look on his face, "I just said [Lumos], it was the wand that exploded on its own! Dean and Neville had to get close to me——"

Before he could finish his words, he was dragged back by Dean and Neville. Under the just trial of the two victims, the criminal Seamus refused to plead guilty and let out a series of screams.

Loren and Hermione sat in the front row, trying hard to suppress the urge to laugh.

"I still can't figure it out..." Harry casually fiddled with the pages of "Practical Defense Against the Dark Arts" with his fingers, frowning, "This morning's Potions class ended normally, and Snape didn't even deduct points from Gryffindor. This is incredible!"

The hands of the wall clock in front of the classroom slowly turned. Loren looked at the time and said, "I think you will understand soon."

Hearing this, Hermione tilted her head in confusion.

After the class bell rang, the little wizards quieted down and sat in their seats waiting for the professor to arrive.

Click——

A loud door closing sound came from behind. Many young wizards turned around and saw Snape, wearing a black robe and a black cloak, pushing the door open.

Ignoring the surprise and scrutiny of the little wizards, Snape strode forward with a cold smile, waving his wand along the way and closing the windows on both sides of the classroom. When he walked to the podium, the entire classroom fell into complete darkness.

Snape pulled the rope, lowered the white curtain, turned his head and said in a low voice:

"Turn to page 394."

His oppressive gaze swept over the little wizards. Although they were confused, they still opened their textbooks as he said.

Loren flipped through the pages, and was speechless when he saw the word "WEREWOLF" in capital letters on the chapter title.

Improve the wolfsbane potion, drug Professor Lupin into the hospital, and then make him take over the class... Could this have been planned by Professor Snape from the beginning?

The little witch next to her also turned to this page. Hermione seemed to have thought of something. She looked back and forth between Loren and Snape, her little face full of suspicion.

Amid the sound of flipping books, Harry raised his hand: "Excuse me, sir, this is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Where is Professor Lupin?"

There was a sound of gasps in the classroom, especially from Seamus and Dean, who looked at Harry with admiration and pity.

"That's not your concern, is it, Potter?"

Unexpectedly, Professor Snape was more patient and even gentler than usual. He said softly, "In short, your Professor Lupin is currently unable to come to teach. Now turn to page 394."

Harry still didn't move. "What's wrong with Professor Lupin?" he asked.

"No life-threatening danger." Snape's black eyes sparkled. He stared at Harry with a look of regret. "Potter, if I have to ask you to turn the pages of the book for the third time, Gryffindor should probably be deducted points."

Harry obediently lowered his head and turned the pages of the book. In fact, he was very surprised that Snape had waited until now to mention the deduction of points.

Snape looked around the class. "Forget Potter's untimely interruption. I must say that Professor Lupin did not keep any record of what you learned in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Hermione looked at the pictures and words on the page, and the silver-white disk that Boggart turned into in front of Professor Lupin appeared in front of her eyes again. If it was as she thought...

Hermione hesitated and raised her hand: "Excuse me, sir, we have learned about Boggarts, Red Hats, and Kabab, and it will take a few weeks to learn about nocturnal animals-"

"Quiet," Professor Snape interrupted quietly, not giving Hermione a chance to continue speaking. "I didn't ask any questions. I just criticized Professor Lupin's teaching for lack of methods. And I think first-year students should be able to deal with red hats and Kaba. What we are going to discuss today is--"

"Werewolf."

Professor Snape tapped the projector and projected many pictures of werewolves in front of the classroom. "Professor McGonagall should have taught you about Animagus. Now, who can tell me the difference between Animagus and werewolf?"

Hermione raised her hand again to answer, "Animagus is a wizard who can choose to transform into an animal, but a werewolf has no choice. He will transform uncontrollably every full moon night. He will forget who he is and will kill anyone who stands in his way, even his best friend."