The days at Hogwarts

Professor Snape waited for her to finish before slowly criticizing her: "This is the second time you have spoken without permission, Miss Granger. If you make the same mistake three times, Gryffindor will deduct points from you."

The class continued, and the pictures switched like a slide show.

After talking about the brutal nature of werewolves, Snape paused for a few minutes, leaving enough time for the young wizards to take notes. After most people stopped writing, he asked, "Can anyone tell me how to distinguish a werewolf from a real wolf?"

Everyone sat there motionless and silent.

Loren looked around. No one raised their hand, except Hermione, who still raised her hand high.

The little witch looked stubborn.

Loren reached out and pulled a few times, but it didn't move.

Snape looked at the little movements of the two people, then turned his eyes away and said sarcastically, "Are you saying that Professor Lupin did not tell you the fundamental difference between the two? Then he is really an incompetent professor."

Parvati suddenly said, "I told you, we haven't learned the chapter about werewolves yet!"

Dean also spoke up boldly: "Professor Lupin is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we have ever had!"

It was as if Snape's criticism of Professor Lupin had aroused the anger of the young wizards. Everyone expressed their agreement, and tiny whispers filled the classroom.

Snape lowered his eyes and looked around the class. When everyone was quiet, he said sarcastically, "Yes, yes, I actually met a class of third-year students who can't recognize werewolves. I must tell Professor Dumbledore how backward you are..."

He is directing everyone's attention to the characteristics of a werewolf!

Hermione showed a bit of anxiety on her face. She gritted her teeth and spoke for the third time without authorization: "Sir, the difference between werewolves and real wolves is that werewolves are victims of infection. They do not actively become werewolves. After the transformation, they cannot control their bodies. They are like mental illness..."

She quickly recited a series of pitiful things about werewolves, hoping that these words would have some effect and make some people feel some sympathy when they discovered Professor Lupin's true identity, rather than unwarranted rejection and contempt.

"This is the third time you have spoken without permission, Miss Granger. Do you have no self-control or do you want to show off? Gryffindor will be deducted five points for this," said Snape.

Hermione blushed and dropped her hand. The whole class glared at Snape angrily.

At this moment, Loren raised his hand to break the solemn atmosphere in the classroom: "Professor, Hermione's answer was problematic, should she be given some extra points?"

"Morgan!" Snape glared at him coldly. "If you speak without permission, I will punish you by putting you in detention."

With Loren's interruption, the class continued, and no one dared to speak in the following class. The young wizards sat there, copying notes about werewolves from the book, and Snape patrolled back and forth between the desks, checking the homework that Professor Lupin had assigned in the past.

“The explanation is terrible…the information is old and outdated.

“It was only 10 years ago that Kaba was common in Japan, but now it is more common in Mongolia.

"Professor Lupin gave eight points for this? I wouldn't even give it three points..."

Finally, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, but Snape did not let them leave: "Each of you write a paper on how to identify and kill--"

Snape paused. "And how to defend against werewolves. I require you to complete two rolls of parchment on this topic and hand it in on Monday morning. get out of class dismissed!"

Harry and Ron left the classroom with the other classmates. The classmates held back their anger and waited until they were out of Snape's ear before starting to denounce Snape fiercely.

Hermione, whose face had been red with anger throughout the entire class, grabbed Loren's sleeve and walked out without looking back.

Hermione pulled him into an abandoned classroom and looked at him with red eyes: "You knew it a long time ago, right?"

Hermione was both angry and aggrieved. She thought that Loren and Snape were in cahoots with each other to deal with Professor Lupin.

"Yes, I know Professor Lupin is a werewolf." Loren smiled helplessly, holding the girl's cheeks with both hands and wiping her eyes with his thumbs.

"Then, then you--" Hermione was stuck. She wishful thinking that Loren and Snape would deal with Professor Lupin together, but she found that Loren didn't seem to do anything.

The girl's eyes were slightly red and filled with moisture, and her lips were pouted in grievance, making her look particularly pitiful.

Chapter 315: The Honest and Brave Miss Granger

Loren found it funny and pinched her nose. "Not only do Professor Snape and I know that Professor Lupin is a werewolf, but Headmaster Dumbledore knows it too. I suspect Professor McGonagall knows it too. And Madam Pomfrey, maybe she knows it too."

"Ah?" Hermione opened her eyes wide and began to be dazed.

This was completely different from the serious situation she had imagined. Because of the Anti-Werewolf Act promoted by the Daily Prophet, she thought that Professor Lupin's identity must be strictly kept secret, and leaking it would mean unemployment and expulsion.

That's why Professor Snape guided the young wizards to take the initiative to discover...

Hey, wait a minute.

Yes, why didn't Professor Snape directly expose Professor Lupin?

"Do you remember the wolfsbane potion? When I was in the first grade, I had to send a copy home every month. Professor Lupin was hospitalized and unable to teach because he drank the improved version of wolfsbane potion." Loren explained.

Hermione's eyes widened. "Did Professor Snape poison the medicine?"

"What kind of outrageous plot are you thinking of?" Loren smiled and shook his head. "I made the wolfsbane potion, but the new herbs added to it were too irritating, so Professor Lupin was sent to the hospital."

"You brewed it..." Hermione nodded belatedly. She remembered, "So, the potion you brewed in the Room of Requirement some time ago was the wolfsbane potion?"

"Well, Professor Snape specified the general direction, and I designed the experimental details. I added some... some relatively rare materials. The improved wolfsbane potion is more irritating. If nothing unexpected happens, the pain caused by the transformation will be less."

Laurent paused and thought for a moment, "But I don't know whether Professor Snape is trying to help Professor Lupin or just want to tease him."

"He must be trying to tease Professor Lupin!" Hermione said firmly, "He deliberately taught the chapter on nocturnal animals earlier and directed everyone to pay attention to identifying werewolves. He must have done this to expose Professor Lupin."

"Whatever you say, let's put Professor Lupin aside for now."

Loren fixed his eyes on the girl. "Let's talk about this. A certain Miss Granger was angry with me because of Professor Snape. Before she found out the truth of the matter, she planned to take me to an empty classroom and scold me. How should this matter be handled?"

"me……"

Hermione's face, which had gradually calmed down, turned red again, and even her fair neck began to become congested.

Unable to find a reason to defend herself, Hermione simply started to act like a spoiled child. She raised her head and chin, stiffened her neck and said, "I was wrong about this. I apologize. I'm sorry. Is this okay?"

"Apologize? Miss Granger, you don't sound sincere."

There was a faint smile on Loren's lips, and his gaze was as hot as a fire spell, which made Hermione feel uneasy.

"What do you want to--well..."

In a secluded abandoned classroom, a boy with black hair and black eyes leaned forward, held the girl's rosy lower lip and sucked gently.

The soft and tender lip flesh is like pudding, with a faint sweetness.

Cleverly, it’s two people’s touch.

……

Dear Mom,

I hope you are not busy checking a patient's wisdom teeth or calculating the tax bill for your dental office when you receive this letter. Your poor daughter is asking you for help with many questions and hopes to get some help.

This made me very distressed. Even when I started writing this letter, my restless heart couldn't stop beating faster when I thought about what happened during the day.

It's really hard to talk about. Since I spent Loren's birthday with him last time, many changes have taken place in me. During class, I always look at him unconsciously and get closer to him unconsciously. I feel peaceful and relaxed next to him. This feeling is like you are next to me, but it's also a little different. I can't explain it.

Ever since he helped me comb my hair, I would hesitate in front of the mirror every morning when I woke up, wondering whether I should spend more time taking care of this unruly hair, or whether I should use some magic on my imperfect front teeth. My roommates Lavender and Parvati consulted the school doctor, Ms. Pomfrey, about this...

Thankfully, Hogwarts has a dress code during classes, so I don't have to choose between the dress Loren likes and the shirt I like.

Many nights, we have discussed the psychological problems of adolescence. You talked to me about love. I have also read many books on physiology and psychology. Thank you and my father for your enlightened teachings...

I know very well and I am very sure that I should focus on my studies, I should persuade that bad guy to focus on his studies with me, and stop his ridiculous behavior. But mom, I don't know what to do. Every time he gets close to me, I want to get closer to him more than he does, and every time he kisses me, I also crave the feeling of kissing... What should I do?

Help

Your Confused Daughter

In the Gryffindor girls' dormitory, Hermione finished writing this difficult letter with a blushing face and a pounding heart. She took several deep breaths before slowly calming herself down.

After folding the letter and putting it into a thick paper envelope, Hermione got out of bed, walked to the window, and handed the letter to the bespectacled owl Hanhan who was waiting there.

Hermione rubbed Silly's furry head and said, "Silly, Silly, make sure the letter is delivered to my mother. Don't give it to anyone else. If the situation is urgent, destroy the letter."

"Cuckoo?"

Hanhan's round eyes rolled.

"Don't ask so many questions. Just do as I say." Hermione took out the small bundle she had prepared in advance from the pendant and tied it around Hanhan's neck. "This is some white rat jerky for you to eat on the way. After you come back, I'll pack all the rat jerky for you for a month."

"Coo! Coo?" The spectacled owl flapped its wings happily.

"Yes, all of them are guinea pigs."

After getting the guarantee, the owl Hanhan flew out of the window with high morale, drawing a happy arc in the night sky.

At this moment, several roommates sitting around Lavender's bed poked their heads out, and Parvati greeted: "Hermione, have you finished writing your letter?"

"Oh, oh, I'm done!"

"Come over once you've finished writing and teach us some tips on dating!"

Hermione was silent for a moment, pursed her lips, slowly walked over and joined the night talk in the girls' dormitory.

……

Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

Ron explained Quidditch tactics to Harry with great confidence, using donuts as scoring rings, licorice wands as flying brooms, and Bibi's Many-Flavour Beans as the Quaffle and Bludgers.

"I'm planning a novel tactic. After the goalkeeper intercepts the Quaffle, he will knock it away. Then, as the Quaffle slides, he will knock the Bludger away, forming a -" Ron said with his hands and feet dancing.

"Wait!" Harry held his hand. "How can you, a goalkeeper, knock the Bludger away?"

"Well..." Ron thought about it carefully, "I'll talk about this when I go on stage."

"That doesn't sound plausible," Harry deadpanned.

"Why is it unreliable? There's nothing in the rules that says you can't do this..."

The two of them started arguing about the feasibility of this technology, and neither could convince the other, so in the end they could only get their roommates to support their point of view.

"Seamus, Neville, what do you think?"

Neville was concentrating on writing in his diary without looking up.

Seamus raised his eyes lazily. "I think Harry is right. Ron, you should become a goalkeeper first."

"Damn it!" Ron gritted his teeth in dissatisfaction and turned to look at his roommate who was sitting on the bed, hugging the bedpost and grinning. "What about you, Loren? What do you think?"

"Ah?" Loren came back to his senses, "I think it all makes sense—"

As he spoke, he touched the wound on his lip and groaned in pain.

Harry looked over curiously, "Are you hurt, Loren? How did you get hurt?"

"I did it when I was catching cats."

"Crookshanks? He doesn't look like a cat that would scratch."

"Another naughty kitten."

……

According to the senior wizards who had Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, Professor Lupin recovered the next day and returned to the classroom to teach normally. Except for his pale face and the smell of shower gel all over his body, everything else was fine.

This made the worried young wizards feel relieved. After all, the results of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class every year were not very good, and Professor Lupin was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor they had met in recent years.

After an ordinary weekend, on Monday afternoon, the third-year Gryffindors walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with some trepidation.

"If Snape teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts again, I will skip class!" Ron said solemnly.

"Although we're both Weasleys, you don't have the skills of George and Fred. You'll be put in detention if you skip classes." Harry said with a smile, "Don't worry, Professor Lupin was in good health when I learned the Patronus Charm from him yesterday. If you hadn't insisted on practicing Quidditch..."

"I want to be the goalkeeper of Gryffindor! And being healthy yesterday doesn't mean you're healthy today. Who can say for sure..." Ron waved his hand. "I think Snape poisoned Professor Lupin the first time he went to the hospital. Who knows if he'll poison him again."

"If you're still worried, I can help get you hospitalized, the kind that even Madam Pomfrey won't be able to find out about." Laurent joked.

Ron curled his lips, ran to the classroom door, peeked through the door, and shouted happily, "That's good!"

Professor Lupin was standing on the podium, smiling at everyone. He didn't seem to be feeling unwell, and even his pale face, as the senior students had said, was gone.

Seeing Loren come in, Lupin smiled and nodded at him.

Loren breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Hermione, "Fortunately, fortunately, my wolfsbane potion did not turn into poison."

Hermione seemed to be distracted for a moment before she looked up dazedly and replied, "Ah? Oh, yes, yes."

"Why do you seem to be out of energy..." Loren frowned and leaned forward to look into her eyes, "Are you too tired from the divination class and ancient runes in the morning?"

Hermione blushed and dodged: "No, no. Oh, class is about to start, go in quickly..."

The students cheered and sat down, complaining about Snape's behavior when he was substituting for the teacher.

"We don't even know what a werewolf is..."

"He's just a substitute professor. Why should he give us homework?"

"Yes, two whole rolls of parchment!"