"Get out of the way, I have something to see Dumbledore!" shouted Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, in front of a huge ugly stone beast on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

It's a pity that the stone beast didn't let go of a way because the stout little man in front of him was the Minister of Magic, and it still asked lazily, "Password?"

Fudge was already in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do......

"Red Wine Chocolate!" A familiar and majestic voice suddenly came from behind Fudge.

The stone beast jumped to the side, and the wall behind it split in half, and behind it was a spiral staircase......

"Connelly?" Albus Dumbledore walked over, his pale blue eyes staring calmly through his half-moon glasses.

"Dumbledore......" Fudge's momentum couldn't help but weaken a little.

"I think you should give me an explanation!" Dumbledore's gaze flickered with a hint of anger, "Why would the Dementors break into the campus without permission, I don't think this was included in the promise beforehand...... They almost killed a student!"

"It's an ......accident," Fudge stammered, "it won't happen again!"

"I hope you can keep your promise this time!" said Dumbledore, who walked into his office without looking back.

"Wait, Dumbledore!" the Minister for Magic seemed to remember his intentions this time, and he shouted, "Hogwarts is responsible for the Dementor casualties!"

"Dementor casualties?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"Two Dementors were brutally killed, and three were seriously wounded!" Fudge tried to make his tone angry, "They're Azkaban's guards, they're law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Magic...... Even if they break into the Hogwarts campus, you can't insult them like that!"

"Really?" Dumbledore blinked, so slight that even Fudge, who was close by, didn't notice:

"I'm sorry, Connelly...... However, it was also an accident...... It won't happen again!"

Dumbledore returned to his office.

Fudge tried to catch up, but was once again blocked by the ugly giant stone beast: "Password?"

Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, gritted his teeth with some hatred.

He lowered his head, his tone calming and loud, "Farewell, Professor Dumbledore!"

......

Jon had barely climbed into the two barrels at the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room when he heard a deafening cheer coming from inside.

Almost all of the Hufflepuff students were here to celebrate—to celebrate their victory, even in such bad weather.

It was probably only the captain of the Quidditch team, Cedric Diggory, sitting there a little sullenly.

"What's wrong with Cedric?" Jon asked Susan Bones beside him.

"At the end of the game, the Dementors burst into the Quidditch pitch!" Susan replied, "Gryffindor Seeker Potter was attacked by the Dementors and fell off the broomstick, and Cedric didn't notice this, just in time he caught the Golden Snitch ......"

"I've never seen Professor Dumbledore so angry! He ran to the pitch, waved his wand, saved Potter, and then shot a silver glow at the Dementors, driving them away!"

Cedric was going to interrupt the game and restart the game at another date, but Mrs. Hodge disagreed, and he ruled that we would win 180-80...... Regardless, we won above board, even the Gryffindor players admit it. Susan continued.

"So......" Jon nodded.

Back in the dormitory, Jon flipped through the calendar and found that the next Monday had been circled with a red pen by him.

This means that the night of that day is the night of the full moon.

And on Monday afternoon, there was a Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

......

The Dementor attacks that occurred during the Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor didn't cause much of a stir.

On Monday afternoon, Jon showed up in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Guess what Professor Lupin will be doing in this class?" Astoria asked softly, sitting beside him, "I remember last week how he taught us how to break Grindillo's claws, it was so much fun!"

"I don't know!" Jon flipped through the table of contents of the textbook, "If you follow the process, it should be Hinkpunk, but there may be some surprises!"

"If it's against a dwarf pig monster or a Tibetan snowman, that's great!" Astoria began to flip through the book.

Almost all of the Hufflepuff and Slytherin students were eagerly discussing before class...... Defence Against the Dark Arts is pretty much the most popular of them.

However, with the sound of heavy footsteps, the sound in the classroom stopped abruptly.

"Professor Snape?" Astoria couldn't help but exclaim softly.

"Why not Professor Lupin?" exclaimed Zacharis-Smith.

"Lupin said he was too sick to go to class today. Severus Snape smiled coldly, then stepped up to the podium: "So I'll be the substitute for this Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson." ”

"What the hell is wrong with Professor Lupin?" Zacharis still refuses to give up.

"There is no danger to life. Snape's black eyes flashed with anger: "Hufflepuff deducts five points!"

Zacharis kept his mouth shut.

Snape began to flip through a copy of Defence Against the Dark Arts Fundamentals from the podium, turning a few pages from back to front.

Jon opened his textbook and turned to the last chapter, and sure enough, it was "Werewolves"!

"Werewolf!" Snape said dismissively.

"But, sir...... We've just learned Red Hat, Kaba, and Grindy Low......" Sletherin Selwyn mustered up the courage to stand up: "So we're not yet at the time to learn Werewolves, in order, it should be Hinkpunk ......"

"Shut up, Miss Selwyn!" Snape's voice was dead and dead, "I don't want to comment on Professor Lupin's incoherent teaching, and now, turn your textbook to page 394......"

Everyone had to open the books, but apparently most of the students were quite disappointed.

"Hart!"

Hearing Snape call out his name, Jon snapped and stood up, "Professor!"

"Tell me now, how do you tell the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?" Snape ordered.

"This ......," Jon said, "There are many differences between werewolves and real wolves, such as the ...... of the werewolf's muzzle and nose."