The days at Hogwarts

Snape then answered Loren's question in a calm voice: "I'm here to see if your wolfsbane potion is effective, so you don't die at the claws of some beast."

Werewolf Lupin spread out his paws, checked them left and right, and said gently, "In fact, the potion that Loren brewed is much better than the one you sent me during the holidays. I feel more awake and my body is more relaxed."

Chapter 317 The Secret of the Screaming Shack

"is it?"

Snape showed a sarcastic smile, "He will be able to brew a better one in the future. I hope you like the taste of wolfsbane potion."

The smell of wolfsbane potion...

Werewolf Lupin fell silent, and at this moment he recalled the improvement plan mentioned by Loren.

Rafflesia, corpse arum, giant leopard flower...

Snape's smile became more genuine. He threw his cloak and patrolled the room, looking here and there, and taunted at the claw marks on the wall: "Look at you, Lupin Remus, did you look in the mirror when you transformed?"

This was a bit malicious. When a werewolf transforms on a full moon night, it will cause the werewolf to lose its mind. Until recently, Lupin had the opportunity to use wolfsbane potion to keep its mind during the transformation. Perhaps Lupin really had no memory of his werewolf face in his conscious mind.

“There has not been that opportunity yet.”

Werewolf Lupin paused, as if intrigued by his suggestion, and looked around at his claws and hair, "But it shouldn't be very scary, at least it won't scare my friends.

"Are you right, Miss Granger, Mr. Morgan?" Lupin retracted his curious gaze at himself and looked at the two little wizards with a smile.

Loren was speechless. Why did you two professors drag us into your quarrel?

Hermione nodded with a stiff neck.

Dumbledore stood aside with a smile on his face, sipping hot cocoa from the cup, his eyes narrowed in enjoyment.

Snape sneered and continued to look around the room.

Werewolf Lupin stood gently and politely to the side, like a host entertaining guests, occasionally introducing them and exchanging pleasantries: "I remember you almost entered here many years ago. It's a pity that we missed it."

Hearing Lupin talking about his school days, Snape's face suddenly darkened, and a bit of anger appeared in his pupils: "Yes, yes, I almost forgot! Thanks to that damn Sirius Black... Professor Lupin, huh... Do you know why your friends don't like you?

"Because they are just like you, their faces beneath the human skin are full of animality!"

"Really?" The werewolf Lupin's voice also turned cold. "Professor Snape, I thought you owed James your life and would be more polite to him. After all, you still have to protect Harry - I mean, James and Lily's child - right?"

"That's enough!" Snape seemed a little angry. "If you don't shut up, it won't be long before students find out that their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a werewolf!"

"Oh?"

Werewolf Lupin didn't pay any attention to his threat. "I thought you were thinking of me and worried that I wouldn't be able to teach the chapter on nocturnal animals well, so you taught me the content about werewolves in advance."

"I hope you can remain so stubborn when the Ministry of Magic comes to your door!" Snape was so angry that his chest heaved violently. He flicked his sleeves angrily, turned into a blurry shadow, rushed out of the Shrieking Shack, and disappeared into the boundless night.

Hermione shrank timidly behind Loren, her eyes dull and her expression numb.

Her mind was still digesting the explosive gossip about the two professors when they were young. The two professors' statements were vague, like a riddle, so she could only use her imagination.

"Is it over?" Loren asked tentatively.

Dumbledore had just finished the last sip of hot cocoa. He had a kind smile on his face, as if he had not heard the quarrel between the two men just now. He said to Lupin: "Remus, Loren is here. If you change your mind, the full moon outside is waiting for you to appreciate it. You know what I mean."

Loren and Hermione also knew what he was talking about, and they looked at Lupin expectantly.

Werewolf Lupin shook his head: "I still think the same thing, sir. Such a wonderful school, and such kind students, this beauty requires someone to sacrifice for it. If you ask me, don't feel sorry for the full moon, beautiful things are worth waiting for."

"Hogwarts is better because of professors like you." Dumbledore sighed with some regret, "Then good night, Lauren, Hermione, Remus..."

"Good night, Headmaster Dumbledore." Loren and Hermione responded in unison.

The gorgeous phoenix flame ignited, and the figure of the old principal disappeared on the spot.

There was a brief silence in the Shrieking Shack, and Loren asked in a low voice: "Professor Lupin, are you really not afraid that Professor Snape will reveal your identity?"

Werewolf Lupin said softly: "In fact, I trust him more than many people."

The two little wizards looked at him in surprise.

"Because of Headmaster Dumbledore?" Hermione guessed.

"No, because he discovered I was a werewolf a long time ago, and he kept it a secret for me for nearly twenty years."

Facing Hermione's puzzled look, Lupin explained, "That happened when we were students. We were in the same grade, and we, um... didn't get along very well. Snape especially hated James. I think he was jealous of James' talent on the Quidditch field..."

Hermione pursed her lips. She didn't believe it. Based on her observations of Professor Snape over the past few years, she knew that Professor Snape had little interest in Quidditch.

Recalling what Professor Lupin had just emphasized in front of Professor Snape, that Harry was the son of James and Lily, combined with Professor Snape's angry state...

The little witch's eyes were shining, as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

"Anyway, Snape saw me walking across the grounds with Madam Pomfrey one night, and she was walking me to the Whomping Willow to transform. Sirius, for fun, told Snape that he could follow me in by poking at the knot on the trunk with a long stick.

"Of course, Snape tried that. He almost followed him into this room and encountered a ferocious werewolf. Although Harry's father risked his life to pull him back, he also saw me at the end of the tunnel..."

Lupin narrated the events of long ago in a gentle voice. Even if they were not good things, they seemed to be worth remembering because of that time. "From then on, he knew what I was."

"Professor Black is really..." Hermione pursed her lips, held Loren's hand, and didn't finish her words.

Loren squeezed the softness in his palm and smiled at the girl.

Lupin, who had turned into a werewolf, had extremely sharp vision. He noticed their little movements. When he thought of Sirius' inexplicable wandering behavior, Lupin's heart moved, but he didn't say much.

He smiled and looked at Loren: "Come on, Potion Master, let's see what I can do."

Loren and Hermione shuddered at the same time. Loren said, "To be honest, Professor Lupin, it's better if you don't smile when you become a werewolf. If you smile, you look a little hideous and scary."

The corners of werewolf Lupin's mouth twitched, and he silently retracted his grin.

Forget that you are not a human being now.

……

A cool breeze blew down from the distant mountains, passing through the bushy forest. The rustling of swaying leaves echoed with the small resting sounds of sleeping animals, and was carried into the misty sky in the wind.

Blowing away the soft clouds, the bright werewolf moon hung high in the sky, emitting a soft and cold light.

In the Screaming Shack, the abandoned furniture was transformed into a dining table after a simple cleaning spell, and various candies and snacks were placed on the table. Roasted chicken legs, beef and mutton, stewed meat, stewed beans... and other hot foods exuded a steaming and tempting aroma.

"It has long and thin limbs, and can run on all fours or stand upright..."

"The fur is tough..."

"Increased craving for meat... Additional note: The effects of raw and cooked meat are yet to be determined. Forget to bring raw meat."

Upon hearing the last sentence, the werewolf Lupin froze. At this moment, his right wolf paw was holding a roasted chicken leg in an orchid finger position. It was not right to eat it, nor to put it back.

Lupin held the roasted chicken leg and was silent for a moment: "Loren, is the last sentence important? Can you delete the unimportant ones?"

"No." Loren simply refused.

Hermione pursed her lips and smiled slightly, with strawberry cream on her lips, like a little cat stealing food.

After spending some time recording Professor Lupin's vital signs, Loren carefully observed the magical condition of Professor Lupin in werewolf form.

There is a lot of magic hidden in the black hair all over his body and beneath the surface of his skin, but the movement of the magic is very rigid and lacks vitality.

If I had to give an example, it would probably be similar to the magic on the thick skin of a troll.

Loren stopped writing and looked up at Lupin: "Professor, can you perform magic in werewolf form?"

Lupin was stunned. He had never thought about this question before.

In the past, he would lose his mind when he transformed on a full moon night, so he certainly didn't have to worry about this issue, but now he has the wolfsbane potion...

Werewolf Lupin looked at the wand that fell to the ground when he transformed, stood up and picked it up with his wolf claws with some effort, and waved it gently: "【Luminescent Flash】"

The two men and the wolf looked at the tip of the wand expectantly, only to see a faint flash of light, and then there was no movement.

"[Fluorescence Flashing]"

"[Fluorescence Flashing]"

Lupin tried several more times, but there was no response. Finally, he had to accept the fact that he could not use magic in his werewolf state.

"Like Animagus, werewolves cannot use magic in their beastly state..."

Loren wrote the last sentence in his notebook, pondered for a moment, and decided to inform the patient in advance: "Professor Lupin, although I am the one who records the data, I am only the one who brews the potion. The ideas and directions for improving the wolfsbane potion are still under the supervision of Professor Snape."

Werewolf Lupin waved his paw nonchalantly: "I am already very satisfied. Even if Snape makes the potion even more unpalatable, I can accept it."

"It's my turn!" Hermione, who had been waiting for a long time, took out her notebook and quill pen and opened it seriously, like a government worker investigating the public sentiment.

This would have been a serious scene if Loren hadn't been laughing with a roasted chicken leg stuffed in his mouth.

"Professor Lupin, I want to know about your life as a werewolf after graduation." Hermione asked seriously.

"You want to ask about the life of a werewolf." Lupin paused. "Well, where should I start... The first few years after graduation were actually fine. My family found me an ordinary job, and I would spend the full moon nights in my basement. Even if I stayed at home to recuperate for a few days, my family would help me cover it up, and no one would notice anything wrong."

"My mother is a Muggle, so I can always use the excuse of having Muggle relatives to get by so that I don't lose my job... To my father, I have always been his obedient and lovely son, except when the moon is full...

"In fact, if werewolves are not abandoned by their families, with the help of their relatives, they can usually survive decently. Of course, it's more difficult for homeless werewolves..."

The quill pen moved quickly across the parchment, making a series of smooth rustling sounds.

This was destined to be an unusual night. The transformed werewolf told a little witch with great ambitions about the hardships hidden in the shadow of the full moon that no one had ever noticed before.

"Then, the Wizarding War began... I joined the resistance team led by Dumbledore. Because of my unique identity, I was always able to integrate into some, um... not-so-glorious wizarding groups. Through them, I was able to get a lot of information, but I also had to stay away from my friends. You know who they are."

At this point, Lupin fell into a long silence: "When I received the news that James and Lily were killed, I was on a mission in a wizarding town in northern Britain. When others were celebrating that Voldemort was finally defeated, I lost my only three friends."

"Professor..." Hermione stopped writing and looked at Lupin with some concern.

Werewolf Lupin grinned again, revealing his wolf fangs with meat in them, then he reacted and quickly retracted his mouth:

"After the war, the resistance team disbanded and I returned to my family life. At that time, my mother had passed away and my father was happy to live with me. But I didn't want to implicate him, so I took the initiative to become a homeless werewolf and began my wandering journey.

“Without my family to help cover up, disappearing for a few days around the full moon would always arouse suspicion among those around me, so I could only do simple jobs to barely fill my stomach.

"During this period, I also came into contact with some other werewolves, and even made a few werewolf friends..." Lupin paused, "Some werewolves can smell my scent even without transforming. They will do things that are on the edge of the law, associate with dark wizards, and do things for some people that they don't want to do.

"This group of werewolves is led by the notorious Fenrir Greyback. Their motto is "Let all werewolves live in the sun"...

"I often feel ashamed that even though I didn't join them, I also couldn't report them to the Ministry... because they occasionally collaborate with Ministry officials."

Hermione's head snapped up and she looked at Lupin in wide-eyed surprise.

"I don't know much about it," Lupin recalled, "and there is no better person to attack political opponents or officials of other countries than a werewolf, right?

"I heard that this kind of trade was more rampant before the Wizarding War, but it became much more restrained afterwards..."

Chapter 318 Neville is first again!

In a dark and eerie underground room beneath the ancient and mysterious castle, a cold, pale green light suddenly lit up.

There were many large glass jars on the shelves along the wall, with all kinds of slimy, creepy things floating in the jars, such as severed hands covered with black hair, poisonous snakes with slowly expanding respiratory muscles, pieces of animal meat of unknown types, and unknown plants with their roots spread out...

As a vague shadow rushed into the room, the wick of the magic candle flickered a few times under the lampshade and gradually stabilized. Under the swaying light, the squirming and twisted black shadow quickly shrank, and Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin, returned to his office under the Black Lake.

Snape sat behind the desk with an expressionless face, his snake-like cold eyes staring at a certain place in the space, as if he could see a scene in a distant distance through layers of barriers.

I do not know how long it has been.

dong dong dong-

There was a slow knock on the door, and Dumbledore, with his scraggly white beard, pushed the door open with a gentle smile on his face: "I went to the kitchen to return the teacup, and came to your side by the way, Severus, do you mind if I sit for a while?"

"Of course, I mind very much." Snape refused bluntly, showing no mercy to the headmaster.

"Well..." Dumbledore blinked a little aggrievedly, "Then I can only stand and talk to you."

Snape was so angry that he laughed: "I am not one of those students who have not grown up yet. Don't act childishly in front of me."

Dumbledore slowly pulled out a chair and sat down. He picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself some tea. He said, "In fact, you are indeed my student, aren't you?"

Snape sneered and closed his mouth, as if he didn't want to pay any more attention to him.

"Do you want to know what I think of you?" Dumbledore took a sip of the tea in the Slytherin Headmaster's office, then put down the teacup, his expression indescribable.

Snape said calmly, "It's a meaningless waste of time to dwell on the past, and I have no intention of listening to your preachy nonsense for dealing with little wizards."

"Yes, yes, that is a painful past..." Dumbledore said to himself, "But what I want to talk about is something even older than that, about your school days... When I saw Remus tonight, I suddenly realized that you have kept this secret very well all along.

"Severus, I remember you hated Remus and his friends when you were in school, didn't you? If you revealed his werewolf identity, it would be a good revenge on them. Why didn't you do it?"

Snape glanced at Dumbledore's crooked nose and said with sarcasm: "Do you think I don't want to? Are you senile and confused, Dumbledore? A certain headmaster specifically asked me to keep this matter secret."

"Perhaps you are right. I have often felt that this old head is becoming less and less useful," Dumbledore tapped his head with his thick, rough index finger. "But I think that with your clever young mind, Severus Snape, there are hundreds of ways to expose Remus's werewolf identity, or even let his friends reveal it, and then watch them turn against each other. What do you think, clever Severus?"

"Tsk..." Snape's tone was even more sarcastic, "What a good idea. Maybe I can use it in the future."