On Monday, Harry was back in the hustle and bustle of the school headquarters, and he was so relieved. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Hermione, Vio, and Ron were together again as they had been when it was time to eat, trying to distract Harry by talking about funny and nasty things.

Even though he had to endure Draco's taunts, he could only think about other things at school, no longer having to think back to the dreams he had had in the hospital, and not having to think about the broomstick crashing into the beating willow and destroying it because he had fallen from a great height.

Draco was almost crazy with joy when he saw the Gryffindor ball game fail.

He duly removed the bandage and energetically mimicked Harry's fall from his broomstick to celebrate that he was able to use his arms to the fullest.

In later Potions lessons, Draco had to imitate the Dementors many times when he walked through the castle's main building, and he didn't know why he had learned a lot, and every time he would make faces at Harry while Vio wasn't there.

Ron finally got angry and threw a big, slippery crocodile heart at Draco, who couldn't dodge and was smashed in the face, while Vio had just returned from the podium handing over the sample, and she was a little stunned when she happened to see it, then lowered her head and pretended not to see it, and returned to her seat.

Draco turned pale with rage, and had no blood at all, and viciously sued Ron from Snape, who deducted Gryffindor fifty points.

Then throughout the afternoon, Ron muttered angrily, as if he was angry that he had hit Draco at once, and that Draco had been deducted fifty points for hitting Gryffindor for making a small report.

"If Snape comes back to Defence Against the Dark Arts class, I'll call in sick. Ron said that by this time they had finished their lunch and were about to go to Professor Lupin's class. Since Vio had promised to accompany Harry with them, he simply went to sit in on all Gryffindor classes, and anyway, they were all in the same grade and learning exactly the same content. "Hermione, go see who's coming to class. ”

Hermione glanced at the classroom door.

"It's okay! It's Lupin! He's back!"

Professor Lupin did appear to have been sick. Hermione looked at him worriedly, and Vio thought that the last time she was writing Snape's werewolf paper, she should have guessed that Lupin was a werewolf.

Lupin's old robes were looser on his body, and there was a dark shadow under his eyes, but he smiled at the class as they sat down. The Gryffindor students immediately complained bitterly about what Snape had done when Lupin was ill.

"It's not fair, he's just here to substitute for the teacher, why should he leave us homework?"

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

"Two rolls of parchment ......"

"Didn't you tell Professor Snape that we hadn't learned there yet?" Lupin asked, frowning slightly.

They talked again.

The Slytherin students couldn't help but plead in the middle of it.

"Yes, but he said we were too far behind......"

"He's telling the truth"

"He doesn't listen to ......"

"I've heard that Durmstrang's third year has learned the origin of Soul Locking"

"Still need two rolls of parchment......"

"We write casually on more than three rolls of parchment"

In short, at the end of the day, everyone was indignant, and Professor Lupin only smiled slightly.

"Don't worry. I would say to Professor Snape. You don't have to write that paper. ”

"Oh no," Hermione lamented, looking disappointed, for this was probably the moment she could most empathize with Slytherin, "I'm done. ”

Anyway, the lesson was enjoyable.

Professor Lupin brought a glass tank with Hinkpunk, a one-legged guy who looked like it was made of wisps of smoke, fragile, and didn't look like he wanted to hurt anyone.

"Lure travelers into swamps. Professor Lupin said the students took notes. "Did you notice the lamp hanging down from its front feet? Jumping in front of it, people followed the light, and they ......."

Hinkpunk had a terrible creaking sound on top of the glass.

The bell rang for the end of class, and everyone packed up their things and walked to the door, a few of them were among them, but Professor Lupin left Harry and Vio behind, "Wait a minute, Harry, Vio," Lupin beckoned him, "I have something to tell you." ”

Ron and Hermione stood hesitantly by the door, and Lupin smiled at them before adding, "Ron and Hermione can stay as well, if you're willing to listen." ”

So they all folded back.

They watched as Professor Luhu covered the box containing Hinkpunk with a cloth.

"I've heard about that game," Lupin said, turning to the podium table and packing the book in his briefcase, "Harry, I'm sorry about your broomstick, too. Can it still be repaired?"

"No," Harry said, "the tree smashed it to pieces. ”

"That tree is so fierce. Ron interjected, "It broke a car last semester. Hermione and Vio glanced at each other tacitly, and both realized that Ron was trying to obscure the fact that the car had something to do with him.

Lupin sighed.

"The year I came to Hogwarts, they planted this tree. People used to play a game from time to time. Just try to touch the tree. Eventually, a boy named David Gjern almost lost an eye and then stopped us from approaching the tree. Cars and broomsticks are certainly not immune. ”

"Have you heard of the Dementors, too?" asked Harry, frowning.

Lupin gave him a quick look.

"Yes, I heard. I don't think any of us have ever seen Professor Dumbledore so angry. Over the past few days, those guys have been getting more and more restless, and they are angry because they can't get into the campus, and I guess they made you fall, right?"

"Yes. Harry said. He hesitated, and then the question he had to ask blurted out, and it was too late to stop.

"Why, why did they affect me like that, am I ......" Harry said, looking at the three people around him, not knowing how to proceed.

"It has nothing to do with weakness. Professor Lupin said sharply. He seemed to see through what Harry was thinking. "Those Dementors affect you more than anyone else, because they don't have the horrors you used to have. ”

A ray of winter sunlight shone into the classroom, illuminating Lupin's gray hair and the wrinkles on his young face. (To be continued.) "Elegy for Glory" only represents the author's point of view, if its content is found to be in violation of national laws and conflicts, please delete it, the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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