"Stay after school, Weasley. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Burning Literary Novel?? w?w?w?.r?a?n?w?e?n'" Professor Snape said in a way they had never heard before, as if it sounded flattering, his face close to Ron's. "If I hear you criticize my teaching style again, you will, very, regret it. ”

No one made a sound in the class after that.

Even the Slytherin students were the same, with Vio sitting in the front row, like pins and needles, and Draco was next to her a short distance away. As a result, he could be heard taunting Ron softly from Brace, who was next to him.

For the rest of the lesson, everyone sat down, taking notes on werewolves from textbook to textbook, while Snape walked back and forth between desks, checking what they had done during Professor Lupin's teaching.

It's not at all like Lupin was when he was there, and there were all kinds of hands-on opportunities in the classroom.

Snape looked around, grinned, and looked disdainful, "Who's doing this? Poorly explained, that's not right, Kaba is more in Mongolia, Professor Lupin says it's eight out of ten?" I say less than three out of ten......"

The bell finally rang, and Snape didn't let them go.

"Each of you writes a paper and gives it to me on how to identify and kill werewolves. This topic should be written on two pieces of parchment and handed in on Monday morning. Someone should be in charge of this class. Weasley, stay and don't go, we're going to arrange for your late school. ”

Vio's ears fluttered when she heard the "kill the werewolf", and she couldn't remember whether Professor Snape knew that it was Peter Pettigrew who leaked the Potters and his wife by Voldemort, leaving Harry orphaned.

Judging by the situation, he seems to suspect that it was Professor Lupin who was invited by the Potters to keep the address of their residence secret, and he wants someone to know that he is a werewolf and even kill Professor Lupin!

But the crowd was surging, and Hermione came to grab her again, and Vio couldn't immediately get close to Professor Snape to extract some of his specific thoughts from him.

They leave the classroom with the rest of the class, and Ron is left behind.

Hermione waited until everyone was too far to hear before she yelled at Snape.

"Snape had never done this to any of our other Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers before, even if he did want to teach us," Harry said to them, "why did he do this to Lupin?

"I don't know," Hermione said gloomily, "but I really hope Professor Louhu will get better soon......

Five minutes later, Ron caught up with them, furious.

"You know that...... (He scolded Snape for something, causing Hermione to scream, "Ron!") What did you tell me to do? No magic already!" He gasped with rage, his fists clenched.

"Why can't Blake hide in Snape's office, well, he can do it for us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them looked at Vio together.

Vio silently pretended not to hear.

***

The next morning, Harry woke up early, for it was too early and it was pitch black outside.

At first he thought it was a roaring wind that had woken him up, then he felt a cold wind in the back of his neck, and he sat up at once, and Peeves floated beside him, blowing hard into his ears.

"Why are you blowing like that?" asked Harry, exasperated.

Peeves puffed out his cheeks, blew harder, and then spun out of the room, giggling.

Harry felt for his alarm clock and looked at it. Half past four. Harry cursed Peeves and rolled over, intending to sleep again, but now that he was awake, it would be difficult to fall back asleep, and he couldn't ignore the rumbling thunder in midair, the sound of the wind crashing against the castle walls, and the sound of trees breaking in the Forbidden Forest in the distance. In a few hours, he would be out on the Quidditch pitch, battling the wind. In the end, he gave up the idea of going to sleep again, got up, dressed, picked up his light wheel 2000, and quietly walked out of the dormitory.

Harry opened the door, and something passed by his feet. He bent down and grabbed the tip of Crookshan's shaggy tail just in time to pull it out.

"You know, I think Ron was right to guard against you. Harry said to Crookshank suspiciously, "There are a lot of rats here, go catch them." Go," he added, pushing Crook Hill down the spiral staircase, "don't be alarmed. ”

In the common room, the sound of the storm was louder. Harry knew that the match could not be expected to be cancelled, and that a Quidditch match would not be cancelled for something as trivial as a thunderstorm. Even so, he began to feel scared. Wood had shown him Cedric Diggory, a fifth-year student who was much older than Harry, in the hallway. Seekers are usually the kind of people who are light and fast, but Diggory's weight is a good factor in these weather, as he won't be blown out of his feet.

Harry spent the hours in front of the fireplace, getting up from time to time to keep Crookhill from sneaking up the stairs of the boys' dormitory. Finally, Harry figured it was almost time for breakfast, and walked alone to the cave where he painted the portrait.

"Stop, go to war, you wretched!" shouted Sir Cadogan.

"Oh, shut up. Harry said with a yawn.

After drinking a large bowl of porridge, he felt a little more refreshed, and when he started to eat toast, the rest of the team also came.

"It's going to be intense. Wood said, "Nothing can be eaten.

"Don't worry, Oliver," Arya reassured, "we don't care if there's a little rain. ”

But it's not a little rain. Quidditch was so popular that the whole school rushed out to watch the game as they ran across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, their heads bowed against the wind, as their umbrellas were blown out of their hands on the way. Harry saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle before entering the locker room, walking towards the stadium, the trio laughing at him under a large umbrella.

The players of the team all changed into scarlet robes, and waited for Wood to make his usual pre-game morale-encouraging speech, but unexpectedly, Wood wanted to open his mouth to speak several times, but only made a strange breathless sound, and then he shook his head helplessly and beckoned everyone to follow him.

The wind was blowing so hard that they staggered as they walked to the pitch. In the rumbling thunder, even if the audience cheered for them, they could not hear it. Raindrops hit Harry's glasses. God, how could he see the Golden Snitch in the midst of a raging storm? The Hufflepuffs walked up to them from across the court, wearing canary-yellow robes. The captains of both sides stepped forward to shake hands, and Diggory smiled at Wood, who now looked like he had trismus, and he just nodded. Harry saw Lady Hooch's mouth: "Broomstick." He pulled his right foot out of the mud and stepped onto the Wheel 2000. Mrs. Hodge put the whistle to her lips and blew it hard, making a shrill whistle that sounded like it was coming from a distance, and the game began. (To be continued.) )