"Ahh Maple had a surprised look on his face, and then Snape kicked him out of the office.

Maple, who knew the future, had known Lupin's identity for a long time, and he was surprised that Snape had directly told him about Lupin's werewolf identity, and also handed over Lupin's wolf poison potion to him to configure.

Actually, that's fine.

Werewolves' wolf poison potions need to be made once a month, and the trouble is that they can't be configured in advance.

Dumbledore's assignment, although disgusted to the extreme, Snape would not refuse it outright.

Of course, I can't help but add a little revenge to the object of hate!

For example, Lupin became weak from time to time after drinking his wolf poison potion, so much so that Professor Trelawney misunderstood it many times.

Although he recognized Maple's talent, Snape did not think that Maple would be able to make a difficult wolf poison potion within a month, even though Snape gave him his research notes on wolf poison potions without reservation.

Despite his words, Snape didn't really intend to just let it go. Even if Dumbledore hadn't confessed, Snape wouldn't have been able to turn Lupin into a wolf roaming Hogwarts.

But Snape is a dead tsundere, and even if he was going to do it, he wouldn't say it.

The result was naturally unexpected by Snape, and Snape's understanding of Maple himself was not wrong, but Maple was hanging!

With the level of the Wolf Poison Elixir, even the best of the seventh year Hogwarts students could not reach the level of configuration.

It can be said that as long as you can concoct a wolf poison potion, even if it is a half-finished product, you have reached the level of a potions master.

On the one hand, it is because the average level of wizards in the wizarding world is too low, the population of the wizarding world is too thin, and the decay of peace has caused the level of wizards to decline in all aspects.

On the other hand, it is also related to the attitude of wizards in the wizarding world towards wolf poison potion, although the Ministry of Magic awarded the inventor of the wolf poison potion the Order of Sir Merlin, but the reality is that wizards are omnipresent exclusion and discrimination against werewolves.

With the exception of a handful of Potions Masters such as Snape and Slughorn, the general public in the wizarding world was generally unimpressed by the invention of the Wolf Poison Potion.

Werewolves live no different from the rats and cockroaches of the Muggle world, and it is not an exaggeration to use the sewers as a metaphor for their living conditions, and the werewolf employees hired by the Ministry of Magic are nothing more than political shows.

This also leads to the fact that werewolves are basically poor ghosts, and they can't make money by configuring wolf poison potions, so naturally no wizard is willing to study them.

However, all of this has changed a little because of the arrival of Maple, making the wolf poison potions on the market several times more than the original plane.

The werewolves in Tumbledown Alley had a lot of savings by selling the eight-eyed giant spider, and they naturally couldn't help but pay for it after hearing about the wolf poison potion.

But these werewolves are also silly and cute!

Although Maple told the werewolves that all the money from the sale belonged to them, the werewolves kept only half of the assets behind Maple. The other half opened an account in Gringotts in Maple's name and saved all the money.

Even though the werewolves had to draw lots to decide who would take the handful of wolf poison potions, none of them thought of touching the gold in the Maple vault.

With Maple's ability to really not make a wolf poison potion in a month. However, he has Hermione's cards in his card pool. Compared to Maple, who relied on the experience of two lives and the talent supported by the system, Hermione was a real genius.

At the age of twelve, Hermione was able to complete the compound potion on her own, without any guidance from a professor, relying only on powerful potions borrowed from the library.

Although the level of the Polyjuice Potion she had prepared was not on par with Snape's master, she was able to concoct the finished product in just one time, and the success of the Polyjuice Potion effect on Harry and Ron was enough to prove Hermione's talent for magic potions.

The difficulty of the Wolf Poison Potion is much greater than that of the Polyjuice Potion, but with the Half-Blood Prince's Potions notes, and the power of a card that perfectly replicates Hermione's talents, Snape came to Professor Lupin's office with a cup of hot Wolf Poison Potion and saw a familiar goblet on Lupin's desk, and the expression on his face was very exciting.

Professor Lupin was stunned for a moment and politely thanked him, but Snape swept away the potion he had just prepared with his wand as if he had just swallowed a fly, and walked away in a huff.

Back on the normal trajectory, Thursday was a session, a somewhat incredible Potions lesson for Gryffindor, anyway.

Because of this lesson, Snape didn't even deduct a single point from Gryffindor.

I don't know what problem Snape had, he was a little absent-minded throughout the lesson. It was the first Potions lesson that the lion cubs hadn't heard Snape's cynicism, and the lion cubs sighed that the sun had risen in the west and they were secretly relieved that they hadn't felt Snape's pressure, and even Neville, who had the worst grades in Potions class, had made a finished product.

However, without Hermione's guidance, Neville would never dare to feed his pet toad a drop of such a shrinking potion.

Although Snape had been hibernate throughout the lesson, the Gryffindor cubs remained quiet, not daring to make any out-of-the-ordinary moves, for fear of accidentally waking up Snape's Great Demon King.

After class, the Gryffindors left the classroom with incredible expressions on their faces. In the frustration of seeing the Slytherin snakes as if they had missed a good show, they burst out laughing happily again.

After the morning Potions class, it was time for the first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson of the school year for Maple in the afternoon.

If you want to rank the courses that students are most interested in, Defence Against the Dark Arts is the first place by an overwhelming margin, whether it is Half-Blood Prince Snape or Half-Blood Lord Tom Riddle, their most wanted professorships are Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

However, after Quirrell and Lockhart's disappointing performances, the students no longer had great hopes for the lesson.

As Professor Lupin entered the classroom, the Gryffindors surrounded Maple and twittered that they wanted Maple to teach them spells like they had done last semester, because they had learned more from him than the professor had taught.

"Good afternoon!" After Professor Lupin's voice, the students gathered around Maple dispersed and sat down in their seats.

As they took out their books, quills, and parchment as usual, Professor Lupin said, "Please put all the books back in your bag, today is a practical lesson, and all you need is a wand." ”

The movements of the students' hands stopped, and their faces instantly showed a look of surprise, perhaps, they were finally going to meet a professor with real materials.

In the excitement, almost in the blink of an eye, the students put their books back in their bags and sorted them out.

Then, to their surprise, the class was not in the classroom.

Professor Lupin led them out of the classroom and down the deserted corridor, and the students all had interested expressions on their faces, which was a good start.

Halfway through, they encounter Peeves, a prankster, floating headfirst down in the air and stuffing gum into his nearest keyhole.

It wasn't until Professor Lupin was two feet away from Peeves that he looked up, and then he twisted his toes and curled his feet and began to sing.

"Stupid and confused Lupin," Peeves sang, "stupid and confused Lupin, stupid and confused Lupin—"

Peeves is the condensation of Hogwarts' mischievous thoughts for thousands of years, and although he resembles a ghost, he is capable of touching physical objects.

It was in his nature to be mischievous, and as long as there were students at Hogwarts to go to school, as long as the students were unruly and funny in their minds or subconsciously, Peeves could live on forever.

Even the Dark Lord's Curse couldn't destroy Peeves.

Peeves is most afraid of Barrow the Bloody, and this may not be what Barrow the Bloody can do to Peeves. It's because Bloody Barrow is a nightmare in the hearts of generations of students, and Peeves, who originated from the mischievous thoughts of the students, inherits the naughty thoughts of the students, and also accepts the impression of the nightmare shadow of the Bloody Barrow in the hearts of the students.

Dumbledore was probably the headmaster who had the most appetite for Peeves in centuries, and he probably had the most respect for Dumbledore because of it.

As Peeves laughs at Lupin, everyone quickly turns their attention to the professor to see what he should do; To their surprise, he was still smiling.

"If I were you, Peeves, I'd take the gum out of the keyhole," said Lupin pleasantly, "and Mr. Filch can't go in and get a broom." ”

However, Peeves ignored Professor Lupin's words and only blew out a wet raspberry loudly.

Professor Lupin sighed slightly and pulled out his wand.

"It's a useful little mantra," he said, turning back to the class, "and keep an eye on it." ”

He raised his wand to shoulder height and said, "Wadi Vasi!" Then he pointed at Peeves.

The small piece of gum shot out of the keyhole like a bullet, and straight into Peeves' left nostril; Peeves immediately spun aside, and rose steeply, cursing all the way.

"Awesome, sir!" Dean Thomas said in amazement.

"Thank you, Dean." Professor Lupin said, putting away his wand again. "Let's keep walking."

After Professor Lupin showed his hand, the students' faces became even brighter after confirming that Headmaster Dumbledore had finally stopped being perfunctory.

They followed the professor into the second hallway, to the outside of the faculty lounge.

"Please come in." Professor Lupin said, opening the door and taking a step back.

The faculty lounge was a long stretch of old chairs filled with unmatched chairs, and after the students had entered, Professor Lupin finally entered and closed the door.

"Now, come over here." Professor Lupin said, waving the class to the end of the lounge. There was nothing there, only an old wardrobe, where the faculty kept their surplus robes. Professor Lupin walked over to the closet and stood still, the closet suddenly swayed and slammed against the wall.

Several timid students were startled, and Professor Lupin hurriedly said, "Don't worry, there's a Boggart inside." ”

"Boggart likes dark, enclosed spaces," says Professor Lupin, "the closet, the space under the bed, the cupboard under the sink, and once I came across an old clock hidden in my grandfather's clock." This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the principal if the faculty could leave it alone and give my third-graders some hands-on opportunities. ”

"So, the first question we have to ask ourselves is, what is a Boggart?" Hermione raised her hand.

"It's something that morphs," she said, "and it can be presented as whatever image it thinks scares us the most." ”

"I couldn't have said any better myself," said Professor Lupin, Hermione smugly, "so inside the closet. The Boggart sitting in the darkness had not yet been presented in any form. It doesn't know what scares the people outside the door. No one knows what Boggart looks like when he's alone, but when I release it, it immediately becomes the thing that each of us fears the most.

"That means," Professor Luhu said, deliberately ignoring Neville's slight voice of terror, "that we had a huge advantage over Boggart before we started. Have you found that advantage, Harry? ”

"Oh, because there are so many of us, it doesn't know what to become, is it?"

"Not bad at all." After Professor Lupin finished speaking, Harry was a little confused, he didn't expect that he had received the right answer.

"The best thing to do when dealing with Boggart is to have a lot of people. It's confused. What should it become?

Is it a corpse without a head, or a carnivorous slug?

I once saw a boggart make the mistake of trying to scare two people at the same time, so he turned himself into a half-slug, which wasn't scary at all.

The spell to fight off the Boggart is simple, but it takes willpower. You know, what really scared Boggart off was laughter. All you have to do is force it to turn into what you think is a ridiculous image.

Let's talk about this spell without a wand.

Please tell me, funny funny!"

"Funny funny!" The class said in unison.

"Good," said Professor Lupin, "good. But, I'm afraid that's just the easy part. You know, this spell alone isn't enough, it's up to you!

First of all, think about what you are most afraid of in the world, and imagine how you can force it to look ridiculous.

When Boggart rushes out of the closet, you have to pick up your wand,"

"Take it this way!" Professor Lupin demonstrated the mantra for a moment, then continued, "Then say the incantation 'Funny Funny' aloud, and try to concentrate as you think about it becoming ridiculous.

If all goes well, Boggart will be forced to be what you imagined. ”

"Give everyone time to prepare, and then you take turns dealing with the Boggart." After explaining how to deal with Boggart, Professor Lupin said.

What am I most afraid of?

While others were thinking, Maple was confused because he couldn't think of what he was afraid of.

"Are you all ready?" Time passed in the blink of an eye, and when Professor Lupin asked, Maple was unprepared. But it made him more interested in what happened next, and maybe Boggart could help him identify what he feared most.

"Neville, step forward, the others stand back." Professor Lupin said, instructing Neville at the front to step forward and make room for Neville.

"When Neville is done, I'll call the next guy to come forward. Now, everyone back and let Neville have an open space. ”

Everyone stepped back, leaving Neville alone by the closet. Presumably because Maple threw him into the Eight-Eyed Spider Swarm to train, Neville was now in full spirit. He had rolled up the sleeves of his robes and held his wand.

"I'll count to three, Neville," Professor Lupin said, pointing his wand at the closet, "One, two, three, start!" ”

A burst of sparks shot from the end of the Professor's wand, and the sparks hit the handle of the closet door, causing the closet door to burst open.

The students' eyes widened in curiosity, trying to know what was coming out of the closet—

A hook-nosed, menacing Professor Snape stepped out, staring at Neville with blazing eyes.

The students were amazed, they didn't expect Snape to leave such a deep shadow on Neville's heart.

Even Neville seemed to be frightened, and under the pressure of Boggart Snape, Neville's face turned pale in an instant, and the hand holding his wand kept shaking, and his mouth trembled, and he couldn't pronounce the incantation.

Pressed by Boggart Snape, Neville retreated.

"Neville, don't be afraid of him, let him eat the slugs!" Just then, Ron yelled.

Ron seems to have a soft spot for slugs, and when Malfoy cursed the Mudbloods at Hermione in the original plane, the first spell that came to his mind was the Slug Curse.

"Funny, funny!" Ron's words seemed to inspire Neville, and upon his reminder, Neville finally uttered the incantation. A scream was followed by a noise, like the sound of a whip swinging. Snape stumbled, and then a large string of slimy slugs popped into his mouth.

"Hahahaha!" The class burst into laughter.

We've wanted to do this for a long time, but the concubines really can't do it!

After years of resentment against Archdemon Snape, the Gryffindors showed sympathy for Neville and Ron.

Brother, ask for more blessings!

Ron's face turned pale instantly, and under the reminder of his classmates, he also instantly thought of Snape's future revenge, and couldn't help but tremble.

Professor Lupin shouted, "Parvati, step forward!" ”

Parvati stepped forward, grimacing. Snape walked around her. There was another popping sound, and where Snape had stood was now a bloodied mummy wrapped in bandages.

Its eyes, which had no sight, turned to Parvati and began to walk towards her, slowly, slowly, shuffling its feet, its stiff arms raised—

"Funny funny!" Parvati shouted.

The bandages on the mummy's feet were untied, and it stumbled from the loose bandages, its face falling forward, its head rolling down.

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