Ron was dumbfounded.

It was only after Harry had spoken to himself that he had improved.

But Hermione ......

Think for yourself, there is such a big progress.

Is this the strength of the second in the grade?

Hermione couldn't hold back her feelings, and the corners of her mouth curled.

"Hermione, how did you do that?" Ron couldn't help but ask, he was envious.

"The power of emotions." Hermione waved her hand, unusually modest and subtle, "Just like Harry said, it's good to be full of emotions and beliefs. ”

Ron gripped his wand and looked down in thought.

Obviously, he is like this himself, and he is firm enough to shout the name of that dead pervert and break the shackles of fear.

But how......

Worse than Hermione?

They continued to train.

Harry looked at Hermione, thinking about the emotions he felt from Dumbledore on the Quidditch pitch today, and the expression on Hermione's face was almost the same as his, but there was no "anger".

He didn't try it rashly, and was going to wait until Monday to ask Dumbledore for advice.

Until one o'clock in the morning.

Neither Ron nor Hermione were able to summon the embodied Patronus.

However, for the third-year wizards, their performance was good enough.

But neither of them was satisfied, and they didn't need Professor Potter's orders, they flipped through Harry's notes, and took the initiative to start writing a paper on the Patronus Charm, and even Ron wrote it nine inches long.

Mondays are tedious.

The first divination lesson, which Ron and Hermione used to catch up on their sleep, Harry made up an excuse for them that they had been studying astrology last night, and it was easy to fool Trelawney and add a point to Gryffindor.

After the more tiring metamorphosis class.

The little lions cradled to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom with their school bags in their hands, chattering and discussing excitedly.

Defence Against the Dark Arts class was the backbone that kept them through the morning.

Professor Lupin's classes have always been interesting.

Last week he said that his next class would introduce them to a more interesting creature of the dark arts.

All weekend, they wondered what it would be?

But when they stepped into the classroom, their hearts suddenly cooled.

It's really a "creature of the dark arts" that I've never seen in a Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Standing in the classroom was not Professor Lupin, who had their hearts in mind, but Professor Snape, dressed in a black robe and whose hair had not been washed in a long time.

The class bell rings.

Snape glanced at them and said in a calm tone, "Good, no one is late, not even the reckless, brainless Gryffindors. ”

The little lions gritted their teeth.

"What about Professor Lupin?" A young wizard plucked up his courage and raised his hand to ask a question.

Snape sneered, "He's not feeling well, he needs to rest, you remember that, he's a sick man, maybe once a month." ”

"And ......"

"I think Mr. Thomas should know that I don't like to be interrupted in class."

"Gryffindor deducts five points."

Snape paused, ignoring Thomas's resentful gaze, and continued: "I've seen Professor Lupin's lesson plans, and what they're taught. ”

"Red Hat, Grindewald ......"

"Been wasting time with these things that first-year freshmen can handle?"

With a wave of his wand, he flipped the book in front of him quickly, stopping at the end of the twentieth place: "Now everyone, turn to the last chapter." ”

"Today we're going to learn how to deal with a dangerous, stupid creature of the dark magic – the werewolf."

The little wizards were shocked.

Hermione thought of something and turned her head to look at Harry.

Harry made eye contact with her, and nodded slightly.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and listened quietly.

Snape was undoubtedly a very good professor, and apart from the subjective resentment in his every word, the class was hardly worse than Professor Lupin's.

The bell rings for the end of class.

Snape paused, took back half of what he had said, and slammed the table, "Now for the homework." ”

"One essay per person on how to identify a werewolf in its untransformed state, and how to kill a werewolf, twenty inches."

"I'll hand it in next Monday."

He paused, his tone becoming dangerous.

"By the way, I need to warn the Gryffindors."

"In this paper, every word should be written by you personally, the professors are not stupid, they are not unable to see which papers handed in by little wizards have reference traces."

He flicked his robe and turned away.

The little wizards wailed.

Twenty inches!

That's almost half a meter.

How is it possible to write?

If the other professors, even Professor McGonagall, they would have had the courage to intercede, but in the face of Snape, they couldn't muster up so much courage.

Ron was miserable, too, even in the eyes of most Gryffindors, he had become a learning fanatic second only to Harry and Hermione: "Twenty inches! ”

"Professor Snape must be taking revenge, he has always wanted to get the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, but he has never gotten it, his mentality has been twisted!"

Harry waved his hand, "When did you get the illusion that his mind wasn't twisted?" ”

Ron opened his mouth and sighed.

Again, that's Professor Snape.

Not to mention a twenty-inch paper, it is normal to catch a werewolf now, dissect it in class, and explain it to them.

"It's due next Monday, and it's only a week." Ron tugged at his hair, if there was only this one a week, he wouldn't be so anxious.

The point is that there is more to the paper in hand.

There is a five-inch one in the divination class, and an eight-inch one in the Transfiguration class has just been assigned, and only half a day has passed.

"You don't need to be so anxious, you can write slowly." Harry shook his head and whispered.

Ron was stunned.

"Next Monday is Professor Lupin's class." Hermione added, "Professor Lupin was already cured by then. ”

Ron was suspicious: "So sure." ”

"Of course, Harry and I both think so." Hermione nodded, not forgetting to pull Harry into her own united front.

Ron put his mind at ease and his mind became active: "If Professor Lupin can come back next Monday, then I won't have to write this paper?" ”

"But next month, there will be Professor Snape substitute teaching." Harry shattered his illusions.

Ron was stunned.

"Professor Lupin must get sick once a month, and almost at this point." Hermione was sure.

Ron thought as the lesson went through his head as he paused and looked at Harry in fear.

Before he could open his mouth to ask.

Harry and Hermione nodded.

Ron opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Harry knew it a long time ago, I just found out about it." Hermione whispered, "In Professor Snape's almost explicit way, there must have been a lot of people who already knew about it. ”

"I remember Hufflepuff 5th year, and the first class on Monday was Defence Against the Dark Arts?"

They walked right into the auditorium.

Ron looked over.

At the Hufflepuff long table, there was a lot of laughter, and there were a few fifth-graders they knew well, talking and laughing, as if they knew about it.

"Do they really know?" Ron was incredulous, "That's a werewolf." ”

As he spoke, he paused, nervously and stammering, explaining, "Harry, I didn't mean anything bad about Professor Lupin, it's just that we know he's a very good guy, but the other students ......."

Hermione interrupted him, "It's a werewolf, so what's wrong?" ”

"Think about it, what have our professors been like for the past two years?"

A mysterious man possessed by a mysterious man who claims that Quirrell is an extremely dangerous dark wizard.

One was also possessed by a mysterious person, and the external statement was that a dark wizard used black magic props to manipulate the students and professors in the castle.

"It's just a werewolf." Harry sat down and said, "The professors know who he is, and when he's most dangerous, he himself knows to hide. ”

"He's safe, isn't he?"

Ron was stunned, he was persuaded, picked up his fork, pulled over a plate of beef ribs, and nodded.

Compared with the mysterious man, a werewolf with self-control is indeed very safe.

"And it's well taught." Hermione accentuated the word "teach", "Who knows if the next professor will be at the level of Professor Lupin?" ”

Ron swallowed the beef in his mouth: "Probably not." ”

In fact, there is no need to wait for next Monday, Friday, when Professor Lupin returns to continue teaching them.

This made the little wizards very happy.

Seamus waved his wand and blew up his half-written paper, and the other little wizards did the same, tearing up the parchment and scattering it in the sky like a salute flower, celebrating with joy.

Ron looked at them pityingly.

What a group of immature little lions, he carefully put away his paper.

Although Harry had learned some things from the Quidditch pitch incident, he still hadn't made much progress on the Patronus Charm.

He could feel that his patronus was about to change.

It's just one step away, reborn and out of the ordinary.

It's like constipation.

No matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn't get out.

Ron is the same as Hermione.

They were already skilled at casting Patronus Charms, and the silver-white mist was thick, but they were always one step away from the entity.

It wasn't until December that the first winter snow fell.

Saturday morning.

Harry was eating breakfast in the Great Hall when a flock of owls flew in with a slender package and threw it in front of Harry.

Exhausted, panting, cooing.

"Looking for Hedwig?" Harry asked tentatively, looking at their anxious looks.

A group of grunts nodded.

"It hasn't woken up yet, it's still in the bedroom." Harry replied.

An owl tentatively pecked his palm: "I don't have any rations, you better go find Hedwig." ”

They flew away with a bang.

Leave the long package on the table.

(End of chapter)