"Knock Knock"

Lupin was in his office preparing for the next lesson, his desk piled up with a variety of books, most of which were large three-finger-thick collections.

Suddenly, two light knocks came from outside the door.

"Who?" He asked, looking up.

"Good evening, Professor Lupin! I'm Macklean. ”

Lupin was stunned for a moment.

To be honest, he didn't know what to do with this particular student.

From the time Dumbledore invited him to teach at Hogwarts, he had a general idea of the students he was dealing with—it was a rare and serious job.

You know, it is too difficult for a werewolf to find a suitable job, and because of this, he has no shortage of talents, but he has been living a life of poverty and hiding in Tibet.

Lupin cherishes this job.

But Maca, a child, made him a little helpless.

If Maca was just an ordinary genius, Lupin wouldn't have any concerns about it. It's better that it's too late for him to be happy!

But what this student showed was more than just a word "genius" could be explained.

It can be said that Lupin has begun to worry about whether he can hide his werewolf identity in front of this child. If it's discovered...... Oh, it's unimaginably bad!

He really didn't want to see the horrified faces of those lovely children when they found out who they were.

That look like he was looking at a monster really didn't match the innocent faces of the children—he never wanted to see it again.

And, if it's a maca......

"That kid might not hesitate to pull out his wand and slap me in the face—that's what he did to the Dementors." Lupin couldn't help but smile wryly.

“…… Well, please come in. ”

He hesitated for a moment, but finally answered.

The door opened, and the child's face remained calm, as if he would not be too surprised by what happened, and it was hard to imagine that it was a childish face.

"Good evening, Professor Lupin." Maca squeezed out a smile, but he didn't know that his smile looked oozing, and it was better not to laugh at all.

"Good evening, is there anything wrong with coming to me so late?" Lupin also smiled and asked.

"Oh yes, I'm here to deliver something to you."

As she spoke, Maca pulled out the potion vial containing the wolf poison potion and placed it lightly on top of the stacks of books on Lupin's desk—there was not much room left on the table, and he had to do that.

But Lupin looked at the little potion bottle, and the smile on his face stiffened.

"Uh, oh...... Did Professor Snape ask you to send it to me? Lupin said dryly, "Thank you, sorry for the trouble." ”

"Yes, that's right," Maca nodded, "I'll send you potions every month from now on." ”

"Damn slugs!" Lupin couldn't help but curse in his heart, but he had to maintain an embarrassing smile on his face.

"Oh-thank you! But I guess maybe it's not appropriate, I'll have snot ...... I mean, Professor Snape, I'll have him send it himself, don't bother you. ”

"It's not troublesome," Maca said, spreading her hands, "Actually, Professor, I prepare the wolf poison potion every month, and it won't take much time to send it......"

Before Maca could finish speaking, Lupin's face froze completely.

"Oh-ahem, last month...... Is it too? Lupin said with a complicated expression on his face.

"Yes," Maka nodded, "don't worry, Professor...... I'll keep it a secret for you, don't worry. ”

Lupin nodded subconsciously, then immediately shook his head.

"Thank you...... But...... What about you? He couldn't help but ask, "You don't have anything to do with this...... Anything else in mind? ”

"Other ideas?" Maca repeated his words, and immediately understood what he meant.

"Oh, it's nothing," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "and I think a change in bloodline is even a manifestation of an advantage, like Merlin, who has studied the bloodline transformation of wizards, which is a very interesting kind of magical research. ”

"But......" Lupin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, "well, well...... Thank you. ”

"Take it easy, Professor." "Your class is very good, everyone likes it, and I'm sure even if it comes to light, at least among most students, their impression of the professor won't change much." ”

"I hope so......" Lupin sighed, then shook his head decisively, "No, it's better not to be exposed." ”

"Well, then, I'll go back to the common room first, goodnight Professor Goodnight."

"Good night, Mr. McLean—" Lupin watched as Maca calmly left his office, and when the door closed, he couldn't help but add, "and...... Thank you. ”

……

Lately, Harry has been training with Quidditch – three times a week, no less.

It's getting colder, it's getting wetter, and the nights are getting darker. But no amount of mud, wind or rain could shake Harry's good prediction that their team would eventually win the huge Silver Quidditch Cup.

"This is our last chance to win the Quidditch Cup – my last chance," Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor team, said to his team-mates, striding around in front of them, "I'm leaving school at the end of the year...... I can't play here anymore. ”

"Gryffindor hasn't won in seven years now. Well, we had a lot of bad luck in the past — we got injured — and then we canceled the tournament last year......" Wood swallowed as if the memory still stuck in his throat, "but we also know that we have the title of the best team in our school!" ”

He said, clenching one hand into a fist and striking the other, his eyes flashing with the frenzied light of yesteryear.

"We have three best chasers."

Wood pointed to Aryas Pinnett, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell in turn.

"We have two unbeatable batsmen."

"Don't talk about Oliver, you're embarrassing us." Fred and George, the two always funny Weasley brothers, said together, and they feigned blushing.

"We also have a Seeker who always wins games!" Wood said in a low voice, glaring at Harry with a furious and proud look.

"And me." He added, as an afterthought.

"We think you're good too, Oliver." George said.

"Excellent goalkeeper." Fred said.

"The point is," Wood continued, striding around again, "and there is still no Macka McKellen this year!" Yes! No Macka McKellen! ”

"Oh—don't mention the slasher, don't mention him—" Fred and George said in unison.

The other team members also looked like they were apprehensive.

It can be said that in the last semester, Maca's dominating performance on the court really made the other three college team members lose confidence.

As if the Quidditch Silver Cup couldn't be moved as long as that guy was around, the title "Slashing Maniac" began to spread among the house teams at that time.

"Oliver, this year is our year! No McLean! Fred said.

"We're going to win, Oliver! No McLean! Angelina said.

"Definitely." Harry weakly followed, "Well, no Mar - I mean, no McClain-"

One night, as night had fallen, Harry had finished the day's hard work.

He was walking towards the Gryffindor common room, he felt cold and stiff, but he was still happy with the practice.

As Harry drilled through the hole behind the portrait of the Fat Lady, he noticed that the people in the lounge were buzzing about something, and they looked excited.

"What happened?" He asked Ron and Hermione.

The two men sat in the best two seats next to the fireplace and were comparing several astrological charts from astronomy class.

"First Hogsmeade weekend," Ron said, pointing to a notice on the old bulletin board, "the end of October, the eve of Halloween. ”

"That's great," said Fred, who followed Harry to the hole in the portrait, "I have to go to Jokowi's shop, my stink bomb is running out." ”

Harry sat down in a chair next to Ron, his excitement sinking and Hermione seeming to see through his thoughts.

"Harry, I dare say you'll be able to go next time." "They're definitely going to catch Blake soon—they've seen him somewhere once," she said. ”

"Blake wouldn't be stupid enough to be that bad, he wouldn't be delusional about doing anything in Hogsmeade." Ron said, "Ask Professor McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry." I don't know when I'll wait until next time—"

"Ron!" Hermione raised an eyebrow and said, "Harry should stay at school-"

"He can't be the only third-year student to stay at school," Ron argued, "go ask McGonagall, go, Harry—"

"yes, I think I'll ask." Harry seemed to have made up his mind.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but then her cat, Crookshan, jumped briskly onto her lap with a large dead spider in its mouth.

"Does it have to eat in front of us?" Ron growled.

"Clever Crookshan, did you catch it yourself?" Hermione simply ignored the yelling Ron.

She lowered her head and looked at Crook Hill with a gentle expression, as if she thought it was cute even to eat spiders.

Crookshank slowly chewed on the spider, its yellow eyes staring at Ron.

"Just let it stay there, please." Ron huffed and went to get the astrological chart again, "Spotted sleeping in my bag!" ”