I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Chapter 130 Snape's Hint and the Soul-Eating Curse

Money is not everything, but it is what impresses most people.

This principle also applies in the magical world.

John quickly got the materials and made an exquisite box with the mandrake leaves inside.

When the first full moon comes, John can start Animagus.

"Speaking of which, Lupin will transform as well during the full moon."

Thinking of Lupin's identity, even though there is wolfsbane potion now, Lupin probably won't stay in werewolf form to come to class.

As expected, Professor Snape replaced Lupin in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor Lupin, I..."

When John saw Harry, who was late, there was confusion in his eyes.

"This class started ten minutes ago, Potter, so I think ten points should be deducted from Gryffindor. Sit down."

Snape raised his eyes from the podium, his tone was neither light nor heavy, but there was a strong sense of weirdness in it.

Harry didn't move, but stared at Snape. He asked, "Where's Professor Lupin?"

"He said he was feeling very unwell today and couldn't come to class." Snape grinned. No little wizard had ever dared to challenge his authority. He stared at Harry sinisterly and said, "I think I asked you to sit down?"

Harry thought of a lot of things when he heard this. He thought about how Snape had always coveted the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and he also thought about the black stuff Snape had given Lupin to drink that day.

It was as if Snape had poisoned Lupin. Harry did not move, staring at Snape, and asked again: "What happened to him?"

Snape's patience wore thin, and his eyes widened a little. "No life-threatening danger."

Although he said so, Snape looked as if he was hoping something bad would happen. He said calmly, "Another five points from Gryffindor. If I have to ask you to sit down for the third time, it will be 5 points."

Harry finally walked slowly towards his seat. John curled his lips. Professor Snape seemed fierce on the surface, but he answered every word Harry said.

Snape looked around the class with a cold attitude, "Before Potter interrupted me, I said that Professor Lupin did not leave any records of what you have learned..."

"Excuse me sir, we learned about Boggarts, Red Caps, Cabba and Grindylows."

Seeing him say this, Hermione opened and closed her mouth quickly, reciting the previous lessons, and then reminded: "Just about to start learning..."

"Quiet, I didn't ask any questions."

Hermione's detailed behavior made Snape's attitude even colder. He was very unhappy with Lupin: "I only criticized Professor Lupin's teaching for lack of rules."

“He taught us…”

Dean Thomas saw that the two Gryffindors were so brave, so he wanted to follow suit.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, Snape gave him a death stare.

John was speechless. Do you also have a mother named Lily? You are so brave.

Didn’t you see that Professor Snape’s face turned black?

Seeing signs of discussion in the class, John coughed.

Not too loud, not too light, the noise in the classroom gradually quieted down.

John looked up at Professor Snape, smiled and said, "Please continue."

Snape looked deeply at John and waved his wand.

"Today we are going to discuss... werewolves."

He drew out his words, and Hermione on the other side was still trying to speak, but Snape had already turned his gaze to John and said, "Mr. Wick, perhaps you could say something."

John looked at the textbook in front of him which was turned to page 394, the chapter on werewolves.

Snape crossed his arms and asked lazily, "How do you tell the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?"

It was a rare thing to mention John by name.

And Lupin is not here, he is still a werewolf.

This is a bit meaningful.

John couldn't let the extra points go, so he said, "There are a few small differences between werewolves and real wolves, such as pupils, noses, tails..."

John answered the question easily, and Snape gave John 10 points.

Then he asked several questions about werewolves in succession, and without exception, John was asked to answer them all.

Hermione was not far away, her hands were raised the whole time, but she was ignored.

This made Ron unhappy, and he deliberately said loudly: "You asked so many questions, and she knew the answers! If you only asked John, why didn't you just give him 50 points!"

Snape turned his head dangerously, and he walked quickly to Ron, putting his face very close.

The students around him held their breath. Ron was so brave.

Snape whispered softly, as if he were coaxing a child to sleep, "Detention, Weasley!"

After he finished speaking, he straightened up and looked around. Those who were seen by him couldn't help but shrink their necks.

No one dared to make any more comments. It was as if this class was specially taught to John, with the two of them acting like a double act.

After asking and answering questions, John found that Professor Snape seemed to have a special liking for him today.

All kinds of werewolf questions were thrown at his face, and his eyes seemed to be saying, hurry up and discover Lupin's identity as a werewolf.

John resisted the urge to hold his forehead. It was not like he didn't know this. Besides, you made it so obvious, why not just tell me directly.

After the questions were asked, the next step was to excerpt some knowledge about werewolves.

Snape placed another piece of parchment in front of John. John looked at the one he had just copied and fell into deep thought.

"John Wick, your handwriting is so ugly. Write it again." Snape said slowly and leisurely.

Good man, say it again!

The words I write are in cursive script. Do you know what cursive script is?

John's mouth twitched. I know what you want to hint at me, but there's no need to do this, right?

Feeling a little resentful, John had to copy it again.

The bell rang and the class finally ended. Snape glanced at John, his wand seemingly casually placed on the word "werewolf" written on the book.

"Each of you write a paper and submit it to me on how to identify and kill werewolves. I require you to fill two rolls of parchment on this topic."

At this point, Snape paused, lowered his head and said to John word by word: "John Wick, you need to submit four volumes."

What the hell...

John really wanted to say, I understand everything, so stop hinting at me, I know Lupin is a werewolf.

Who else reminds people like you?

Unfortunately, Snape didn't understand John's resentment, and said with dissatisfaction in his tone: "It's due on Monday morning. This class needs someone to take good care of it. Weasley, don't leave yet."

Ron was originally angry that Snape deliberately ignored Gryffindor, but after seeing John's double homework, he began to be glad that he was a nobody.

When he was about to blend in with the team and leave, he was called out by Snape.

His legs felt a little weak and he saw a smile on Snape's sallow face, which looked very scary.

"Harry, Hermione, save me."

He asked his two friends for help, but received helpless looks.

In the end, Ron was punished to clean the toilets in the school hospital, and he was not allowed to use magic.

He was so angry that he told Sirius to hide in the office and kill Snape.

...

At night, John looked up at the sky.

Tomorrow is the full moon, and he heads to the secret room.

The last time the Dementors searched, they didn't find the Chamber of Secrets.

The new Dementor was pressed into the corner. John held the wand in one hand and the Patronus Charm turned into an albatross to pin the Dementor against the wall.

There were two bottles in front of him, one containing a silver-white soul and the other black.

After a moment's hesitation, John picked up the black one.

"Try to see if this can be used to separate souls."

If Dementors had bodies, then this black mass would be considered flesh.

It was essentially a curse mixed with dust. John placed his right hand on the black.

The black color was absorbed and gradually formed a black ball on the hand.

A trace of darkness was drawn out from inside, and John blew at the Dementor.

Those black threads covered the Dementors little by little like spider silk.

The tattered cloak on the Dementor was torn apart and swallowed by the black sphere.

John narrowed his eyes at the sight.

"Devour the same kind?"

Staring at the ball in his hand, he took out a ring.

"come over."

In his palm was a ring with an emerald green gemstone, and the extracted darkness was directed towards the ring.

The black color gradually invaded the emerald green, and the originally pure ring now had black marks like spider webs on its surface.

"Let's call it the Soul-Eating Curse."

Wearing the ring on his right ring finger, John shook his hand and pointed it at the much weaker Dementor, he opened his hand and the layers of black were peeled off and flew into the ring.

The Dementors let out sharp cries, and were eventually stripped of their physical bodies and cursed, leaving behind only an unconscious soul.

...

Chapter 131: Ball Game Accident and the Attack of the Dementors

Saturday, heavy rain.

It seems that God does not favor Gryffindor.

Wood had a sullen face, and the umbrellas outside were about to fly away.

Originally they were going to play against Slytherin today, but the Slytherin players escaped from the game on the grounds that their teammates were injured.

Yes, that's the unlucky guy who was knocked down by Buckbeak's claw.

That's Slytherin's new Chaser.

"Despicable Slytherin!" he gritted his teeth and said, "He must want to see both us and Hufflepuff lose!"

Harry was also very angry, especially after his friend was punished by the Slytherin Head of House to clean the hospital urinal.

They held their breath and looked outside. The rain was like falling bullets, and the rain hitting their faces felt like small stones.

The strong wind was enough to blow away every little wizard on his broom, and it was difficult to control them just by flying.

Harry went to change into his bright red team robes, and before entering the locker room, he saw Malfoy with a sullen look on his face, as if someone owed him a few thousand Galleons.

In the stands.

Goyle and Crabbe were under a parasol, and Malfoy was in a bad mood inside.

Coming to John's side, John used a waterproof spell and the water slid away from him before it hit him.

Daphne also let John use one on her.

"It looks like you're not in a good mood."

Glancing at Malfoy, John knew what he was angry about.