"Oliver, don't get angry," Fred said, a little panicked, "we're going to take the Hufflepuffs seriously." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info?burn?wen xiao?? Say 'w?ww?.?r?a?n?w?e?n?' and we're serious. Relax, we're just saying that because Harry might have a blast with that little Slytherin undercover agent or something......"

It worked as Wood's attention shifted from criticizing Fred for not taking them seriously to tactical secrecy, his eyes widened, and then he asked Harry in a rough voice, forcing him to promise not to say a word to VIO from now until the game.

Harry couldn't speak, and Wood looked like he was about to go berserk.

Fred and George took the opportunity to encourage Harry: "Hurry up and promise him, it's only a few days......"

Harry nodded dryly, feeling a lot of pressure, and he understood the potential threat behind this nod meant that Oliver Wood, Fred, and George would join in staring at him.

On the eve of the game, a storm at sea blew all the way over the coast and hills to Hogwarts in the interior of Ireland, and thunderstorms followed, more severe than before.

The hallways and classrooms were pitch black, so I had to light more torches and lights.

Harry did exactly that, and after that day's training, he told Ron and Hermione a message to Vio, telling her everything, and then hadn't said a word to Vio until then.

When Vio returned from Professor McGonagall in the evening, he found that the Slytherins were indeed smug, and that no one could match Draco in this regard.

"Ah, if only my arm had been better!" he sighed as he lay idly on his private couch by the fire, as the wind outside hit the window.

Pansy and the others around them laughed silly.

Vio glanced faintly and walked through the common room hall towards the dormitory without squinting.

The next day, she happened to have a lot of classes with Harry and them, so Oliver Wood could always be seen running to Harry between classes and giving him hints.

The third time Wood did this, he said a lot.

He stopped Harry in the hallway, Ron and Vio watched from behind, and Hermione held out a book to read and wait.

They didn't know what to say, but Harry ran off with his feet on his feet, and Wood shouted after him, "Diggory's sudden turn is very fast, Harry, so you might as well find a way to get caught in him......"

The few of them then hurried to follow Harry, stopping outside the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, pushing open the door and rushing inside.

The classroom was unusually quiet, like no one, and they all thought they were late.

"Sorry I'm late, Professor Lupin, we're ......"

But it wasn't Professor Lupin who was watching them from the podium, it was Snape.

"The class started ten minutes ago, Potter, Granger and Weasley, I think Gryffindor should be deducted 10 points. Sit down. Snape said casually, skipping the presence of VIO.

Hermione and Ron hung their heads to find a seat, and Vio sat in the first row that Professor Snape had pointed out to her.

But Harry didn't move.

"Where's Professor Lupin?"

"He said he was too sick to go to class today. Snape said, grinning toothlessly, "Didn't I already tell you to sit down?"

But Harry stood still.

"What's wrong with him?"

Snape's black eyes glowed.

"There is no danger to life. He said, as if he wished it was. "Five more Gryffindors, fifty points if I tell you to sit down again and you don't. ”

Harry slowly walked over to his seat and sat down. Snape looked around the class.

"Before Potter interrupted me, I was saying that Professor Lupin didn't leave a record of your class's progress......"

"Sir, we've learned about the boggart, the red hat, the Kaba, and the Grindellow," Hermione said quickly, "we're just about to get started......"

"Quiet," Snape said coldly, "I didn't ask you. I'm just commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of coherent teaching. ”

"He's the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had. Dean Thomas said boldly, and the rest of the class murmured in agreement.

Snape looked even more threatening than usual.

"You are easily satisfied. Lupin barely demanded anything from you, and I think you should be able to deal with Red Hats and Grindello in your first year. Today we're going to talk about ......"

Harry watched him quickly flip through the textbook all the way to the last chapter, and he must have known that they hadn't learned yet.

"Werewolves. Snape said.

"But, sir," said Hermione, seemingly unable to control herself, "we shouldn't be learning werewolves yet, we should start learning the ...... of Hinkpunk"

"Miss Granger," Snape said, with a deathly calm tone, "I feel as if I was teaching, not you." I'll tell you all, turn to page 394. He looked around again, "All of you, now!"

Many of the Gryffindors exchanged painful glances, some muttered gloomily, and the Slytherin students were a little confused, but they gladly complied, and everyone opened their books.

"Can any of you tell me how to tell the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?"

Everyone sat there silently, motionless, except for Hermione, whose hands were raised straight in the air as usual.

"Who can answer?" said Snape, ignoring Hermione.

He grinned again. "Are you telling me that Professor Lupin didn't teach you the basic difference between the two?"

"We tell you," Parvati said suddenly, "we haven't learned the werewolf chapter yet, we're still learning ......"

"Quiet!" Snape growled, "yes, yes, yes, I never thought I'd run into a third-year student who couldn't recognize a werewolf." I'm going to write it down and tell Professor Dumbledore how backward you are......"

"Sir," said Hermione, her hand still raised, "there are several ways in which werewolves differ from real wolves. The werewolf's mouth and nose ......"

"This is the second time you've spoken first, Granger," Snape said coldly, "and deduct five more Gryffindor points for an intolerable jack-of-all-trades." ”

Hermione's face flushed, and she lowered her hand and stared at the ground, her eyes filled with tears.

The atmosphere instantly became tense, and the Gryffindor students all stared at Snape angrily, which showed how much they hated Snape, because according to Ron's private account, everyone in their class had called Hermione a jack of all trades at least once, and Ron himself told Hermione at least twice a week that she was a jack of all trades.

Ron exclaimed, "You asked us a question and she knows the answer, if you don't want the answer, then why would you ask?"

Everyone immediately realized that Ron had gone too far. Snape walked slowly towards Ron, the entire classroom holding their breath.

(To be continued.) )