It took only a few days for Remus Lupin to conquer almost all the students in the school.

He is very knowledgeable, his lectures are funny, and he is very responsible for everyone...... Of course, the more important thing is to rely on the former Dark Devil Defense teachers like Lockhart and Quirrell to set off!

"Professor Lupin is the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher I've ever met...... Except for Professor Dumbledore!" Jon heard that more than once.

I just wonder if they will continue to make this sound when they know that Lupin is actually a werewolf?

But it's also normal, werewolves are too dangerous, and if they bite them during the full moon, they will either die or be cursed! I am afraid that very few people would want to stay with such a creature, no matter how kind and harmless it is.

Jon had finished reading "Under the Moon" borrowed from the forbidden book section as early as the summer vacation, and had a certain understanding of the physiology of werewolves.

He also came up with some solutions:

For example, Lupin's saliva is taken on the night of the full moon, inactivated and injected into the African green ape or chimpanzee, and then the chimpanzee's blood is extracted...... I wonder if it is possible to use such a simple immunization method to extract immunoglobulin, which can resist wolf venom, from the blood.

However, this kind of experiment is too risky, and with the terrifying power of wolf venom, you can be infected if you are not careful.

So, despite some interest, Jon decided to postpone this exploration experiment until a few years later, and wait until he was more powerful.

......

Some of the other courses are basically the same as last semester.

For example, the Charms and Transfiguration classes were completely connected to the content of the previous semester, and the textbooks were not changed much, and the astronomy and history of magic classes were basically the same.

At noon on Friday, Jon made his way to the hall and sat down at the Hufflepuff table to begin his lunch.

A large group of students wearing yellow and black Hufflepuff uniforms entered the cafeteria together.

"Good afternoon, Jon!" Zacharis-Smith walked at the front of the crowd, holding his head high.

"Hello!" Jon said lazily.

"I said buddy!" Zacharith hurried up to Jon, "Can you just look at me?"

"Huh?" Jon asked, confused, and surprised, "You're on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team?"

"Yes, the pre-selection passed!" Zacharith laughed, "Seeker!"

"Seeker?" Jon repeated incredulously.

"Substitutes!" Cedric said with a smile as he walked over with the rest of the Hufflepuff Quidditch players.

"Substitutes...... Anyway, I'm part of the Quidditch team......" Zacharis grinned, "I'm honored to be a part of only 226 second-year students who have been selected for their respective houses this century!"

"By the way, Jon!" Cedric paused, "You need to retake your flying lessons?"

Jon was stunned, "How do you know?"

"Draco Malfoy!" Cedric glanced at the Slytherin table, "He's going to say you're going to retake your flying lessons when he meets people these days, and now the whole school basically knows about it!"

Jon pouted, he didn't really care about it...... The department that hangs by ability, and the improvement class that is based on ability, is not ashamed?

"We're going to have a Quidditch training this afternoon!" Cedric said with a pleading face, "Why don't you practice together!"

"Yes!" Zacharith also quickly added: "Practice more, it will definitely help your results." ”

Seeing that the two of them had such sincere expressions, Jon was not easy to refuse, and he didn't have classes in the afternoon anyway...... This week, there are only Saturday afternoon flying lessons and evening Potions classes......

So he nodded: "Okay, thank you!"

......

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Cedric and Zacharis returned to the Hufflepuff common room with a mummy-like thing covered in bandages.

"Huh?" Hannah Abbott exclaimed in some surprise in the common room, "Did you start the Halloween set so early?"

"No...... Hannah......" Cedric shook his head and said in a deep voice, "This is Jon......"

"Jon?" the naïve Hannah didn't react for a moment.

"Jon Hart!" Zacharis sighed.

"Four Bludger hits......"

"Falling off a broomstick six times......"

"Hit the goal post once......"

The two of you talk to me, telling about the tragedy that happened in the afternoon.

"Jon, are you alright?" Hannah asked quickly.

Madam Pomfrey said, "It's all skin wounds...... A night's rest will make you recover......" Zacharis replied for him.

"It's my fault!" Cedric bowed his head in shame, "I shouldn't have taken him to Quidditch Training...... If I don't take him to Quidditch Training, I'll ......"

"The ...... in this world How can there be ...... Quidditch...... Such a stupid exercise ......," Jon said in a trembling voice, laboriously, under the bandage.

According to Zacharis's character, he would have to theorize in the past.

At this point, he just glanced at Jon sympathetically, then shook his head.

......

Saturday morning.

Astoria Greengrass arrived at the library early.

"Are you hurt?" she asked Jon as she hurried to a desk in the library, looking concerned.

"Okay...... It's almost all back now!" Jon smiled reluctantly.

Astoria stroked the scar on the boy's face that had not yet healed completely, and said quietly, "Let's go find Madam Pomfrey again!"

"No need!" Jon shook his head solemnly, then said, "Astoria, I've learned a little bit from yesterday's events...... That is, in my life, I should not be able to pass the flight lesson test!"

"Don't lose faith like that, Jon!" Astoria hurriedly said, "Believe in yourself, you can!"

"No, I'm not losing faith!" Jon said confidently, "but found a shortcut!"

With that, he handed a piece of parchment to the girl: "Look at the part where I drew the circle." ”

"Hogwarts Rules 67!" Astoria read softly, "Students who have made outstanding contributions to the course can pass the final exam of the course without ......"

She looked up a little confused, "Jon, I don't quite understand?"

"Do me a favor!" Jon didn't explain, but had already moved his gaze to the pile of scrolls on the desk, "Help me sort out the data on these scrolls......"