Today's wind and rain are fierce, and it seems to be a little more violent than before. The corridors and classrooms in the castle were dark, so I had to light more torches and lights.

Slytherin's Quidditch team were sitting in the spectatorium with a smug look as they played in the weather, which was stormy all day, believing it would ruin their chances of winning the title.

So the first Quidditch match went from a snake to a lion to a badger to a lion.

"Flint's excuse was that their team had diarrhea en masse......," Wood said, baring his teeth in rage, a perfect illustration of the meaning of incompetent rage.

Cedric accepted this change very calmly, after all, as Hufflepuffs, the last thing they are afraid of is hardship, so they don't care about these weather factors in their usual training.

Rolf sat in the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and looked out, this kind of weather that couldn't get down was really annoying.

"Alright, I'll teach you today!" Just as the little wizards were waiting expectantly for Professor Lupin to come and teach them, the last professor they wanted to see in the whole school walked into the classroom.

Snape looked around the class, "Professor Lupin didn't leave a record of your class's progress......" Just as Snape was about to say something, a voice interrupted him, what a warrior!

"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. ”

The little wizards below exploded in an instant, and they all discussed, could this be a prank, right? But today is not April Fool's Day.

Rolf sat in the front and watched very clearly as he quickly flipped through the textbook until the last chapter, which was also very interesting.

"Werewolves!" Professor Snape said with a slight excitement, his voice echoing through the classroom, and the young wizards finally pulled out their Defence Against the Dark Arts textbooks.

"But, sir," said Hermione, who was sitting on the side of Gryffindor House, raised her hand, as if unable to control herself, "we shouldn't be learning werewolves yet, we should start learning 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, turn to page 394, I don't want to repeat it again!"

Many in the class exchanged glances in pain, some muttered gloomily, and everyone opened their books.

Just as Professor Snape was about to begin the lesson that had excited him so much, the teacher's door was violently pushed open.

The little wizards all looked up in surprise, as if they were expecting the perennial bedridden PE teacher to save them from math or language classes.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor Lupin, I'm ......" Harry hurriedly pushed open the door and walked in anxiously.

However, it was not Professor Lupin he expected from the podium who was watching him, but Professor Snape, who was the least expected.

"This class started ten minutes ago, Potter, and I think Gryffindor should be deducted ten points. Sit down. ”

But Harry didn't move, instead asked anxiously, "Where is 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, as if he didn't give up, "Why is he bad?"

Snape's black eyes glowed dangerously, this little imp who constantly provoked him was really annoying, or my Harley was more cute.

"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 breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly walked to his seat and sat down.

"Can any of you tell me how to tell the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?" Professor Snape saw that the imp he had annoyed had finally been dismissed, and continued his Dark Defence course.

Everyone sat there in silence, motionless, as if they were in Potions class, for they knew that if something went wrong, they would be greeted with Professor Snape's "loving compliment."

Of course, among the motionless students, it was Hermione, who had her hands raised straight in the air as usual.

"Who can answer?" Snape ignored Hermione completely, as if it were air.

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 ......"

Sure enough, Gryffindor, who is known for his bravery, actually dared to recklessly Snape?

"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 ......"

But before Hermione could continue, she was interrupted again, "This is the second time you've spoken first, Granger,"

Snape said coldly, "For the sake of a jack-of-all-trades lady who can't stand it, deduct five more Gryffindor points." ”

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

The class stared at Professor Snape angrily, which showed how much they hated Snape, and it seemed that no one in the entire house wanted to take his class.

Ron exclaimed, "You asked us a question and she knew the answer! If you don't want the answer, why would you ask?"

Oh my God! Ron's heroic rescue of his wife's famous scene, Rolf was watching the play on the sidelines, but I didn't expect Ron to have such a man's time?

The class immediately realized that what Ron had just said was too much, and Professor Snape walked slowly towards Ron as they expected, and the whole room held their breath.

"Stay after school, Weasley. Professor Snape said with a smile, his face close to Ron's. "If I hear you criticize my teaching methods again, you will regret it very much. ”

No one made a sound in the class for the rest of the day, everyone sat and took notes about 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 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!" Professor Snape is going out of his way to belittle Professor Lupin's teaching.

ps: Thank you for being leisurely and vant, the monthly pass~