Auditorium.

John took the bread in one hand and put it in his mouth.

Dry and dry, it has no taste other than a slightly stiff texture.

Malfoy went home, and Daphne was called back by Mr. Greengrass.

There are fewer Slytherins, and they all feel much more deserted.

Heinrich spreads the jam on the bread and places it on John's left-hand side.

"You don't ask?" John glanced at Heinrich, not even wondering what was going on with his hand.

"In Durmstrang, there are often wizards who unknowingly make their bodies disabled."

Heinrich's golden eyes were flat under his black hair, and his pale and handsome face looked sickly.

As if accustomed to this kind of thing, Heinrich sat down and began to serve John consciously.

John frowned and said, "We are friends, Heinrich. ”

Heinrich moved, his eyes obscured by broken hair, shook his head, and said, "To me, you are the bright light that Edgar has pursued all his life. ”

He spoke seriously, and John was silent for a moment.

He had thought that Heinrich's follower was nothing more than joining the Star Society, but now it seems that it is more than that.

"Then I'll hand over my back to you."

John looked up, serious.

A smile appeared on Heinrich's sick face, and he put his right hand on his chest, as if he swore an oath: "Behind you, there will always be a shadow named Heinrich Edgar." ”

Named Shadow, the pursuit of light.

John chuckled, "Even so, it doesn't prevent us from being friends, does it?" ”

Heinrich was slightly stunned, and his heart warmed.

...

There is a price to pay for touching the forbidden person.

An eye, an arm, a leg, or ...... Life.

In contrast, John's loss of taste does not seem to be so severe.

At least he's got a handsome face and a nose, right, Voldemort.

Professor Lupin was going to enjoy the holiday, and John was a little more relaxed.

Because Lupin's eyes were sharp, his intuition told John what Lupin had discovered.

After a breakfast of chewing wax, John headed to Snape's office.

Snape decided that John had found the werewolf, and he couldn't make sense without giving an explanation.

John was also curious as to why Professor Snape hated Lupin so much.

Even if you don't know their grievances, you can feel the strong hatred.

It's like robbing his wife.

Stopping at the door of Professor Snape's office, John knocked on the door.

After a while, the door was slammed open.

Professor Snape stepped out of it, grim face and sneering at the sight of John.

This left John scratching his head.

Smart people don't need much communication, and Snape moves out of the way for John to enter.

John walked in, and the door behind him was slammed shut.

Snape strode past with a straight face, and a word stiffly spat out from his mouth: "Sit." ”

The dean of his own house was in a bad mood, and John thought about it, and it seemed that he had not been deducted points recently.

Sitting down, Professor Snape looked like a walking bat, taking out a bag from the drawer of the desk and spreading it out.

There are all kinds of potion tools inside, and the most eye-catching is the bottle of truth spitting.

John's body tensed, and he sneered, "Professor, you don't need it, do you?" ”

Snape glanced at him and sneered, "Your mouth is very tight, otherwise I wouldn't have heard a single gossip for so long." ”

So you're going to rinse my mouth with a truth podium?

This made John understand why he was angry, John scratched his head in embarrassment, and he asked, "Because of Professor Lupin?" ”

In a word, let the dean cool me up.

John had guessed that his dean and Lupin might have had some grudge, but now it seems that it was not a point, but a grudge.

Swallowing hard, John quietly reached out and tried to roll up the tool bag.

Spotted by Snape, he slapped the back of his hand and withdrew his hand, and John bared his teeth in pain.

"Professor, you have a feud with Professor Lupin?" John asked, puzzled, as if he felt that he was asking too bluntly, and he added, "Ahem, the students have a good sense of Professor Lupin." ”

"Nice? That hypocritical and ugly guy! ”

As he said this, Snape was almost squeezing out between his teeth.

He remembered the nasty Gryffindors that had once been.

James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin.

The four of them formed a group, and they were the most difficult to deal with Snape.

Spells were commonplace, and on one occasion, Snape nearly died at the hands of Lupin.

At that time, the werewolves did not have a wolf poison potion, and Lupin could only hide in a place where no one had passed, and spend the torment of transformation every full moon.

But on one occasion, Sirius Black deliberately brought Snape into the room.

Although James Potter saved him in the end, Snape didn't think it was.

He felt that Jaime was afraid of being fired.

In the face of John's inquiry, Snape's cheeks twitched, stared into John's eyes, and said indifferently: "What if the good professor you call was involved in a murder?" ”

Murder?!

John was shocked.

Remus Lupin?

His impression of Lupin, whether in Johnny the Silver Hand or Hogwarts, seems to have nothing to do with murder.

Looking at Snape's appearance, it seems that he doesn't want to talk about this past.

"He's a dangerous guy, John Wick." Snape said.

John was silent for a long time, and met the scrutinizing gaze without fear, and said, "If so, I know what to do, but before that, I will investigate." ”

With that, John got up and kept his proper courtesy to the dean.

Snape looked at John's back, his eyes drawn to the right hand that had been hanging down.

He seemed to sense something.

There was thought, doubt, scrutiny, and he didn't say a word and watched John leave.

...

There was a showdown with Snape, and John didn't expect such an inside story.

"Was Lupin really involved in a murder?"

John touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

One is an employee who dares to hold out his wand to Johnny Silver's hand, and the other is a professor who is involved in the murder.

The contrast between the two made John a little difficult to see Lupin.

"It's trouble not to remember the original."

He regretted it at this time, why didn't he watch Harry Potter a few more times in the first place.

He didn't think about magic after the crossing, so he didn't deliberately reminisce.

When I knew, eleven years had passed, and I couldn't even remember it.

With some headaches, John complained: "I don't have a good rest during the holidays." ”

Fugitive from Azkaban.

Animagus.

Soul surgery.

Dementors.

Death.

Now there's one more murder.

John hasn't stopped being busy this year.

Heading to the Room of Requirement, John enters Gryffindor's Chamber of Secrets.

His right hand still needs to be healed, and although Gryffindor has few books on souls, he has a lot of healing magic.

Use unicorn horns to make yourself a potion.

The milky liquid swirled in a silver cup, and John drank it without changing his face.

I don't have a sense of taste now, let alone a potion, even if you put it on your defense, I'll ...... Well...... I don't dare.

After drinking the special potion, John's right hand finally didn't shake so much.

It's just that the unicorn horn is running out, and he usually has to make it for Nagini, but now there is only a section less than the length of a finger left.

"We need to find some."

Unicorns are scarce, not even in the Tumbledown Alley black market.

Fortunately, John has a big friend of the material, Hagrid.

With his back to the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid had to rely on luck to get the unicorn horns.

John was going to try his luck, and if Hagrid happened to have it, he wouldn't have to wait for Johnny Silver's store to buy it on the black market.

Dark clouds darkened the sky, and it looked like it was going to rain lightly.

When John walked to Hagrid's cabin, a cat and a dog were walking this way.

It's Tom and Crook Hill.

"It turned out to be playing with teeth."

John wasn't surprised to know that the two little ones often went out.

Before he could enter the door, John heard sobs coming from inside.

The majestic voice doesn't need to be thought to know that it belongs to Hagrid.

John wondered, "What is Hagrid crying about?" ”

"Wait, why should I say again?"

"Come to think of it, it looks like Hagrid cries a few times a year."

The first grade cries the fire dragon Norber, the second grade cries the eight-eyed giant spider Aragog, who are you going to cry this year?

Curiously leaning over, John reached out and knocked on the wooden door.

Heavy footsteps approached quickly, and the door creaked open.

Hagrid stood there, still holding a pink handkerchief with snot and tears stuck to it.

Macho face, girlish heart.

"John, you've heard?"

When Hagrid saw John, he was even more saddened, and a bear hugged him.

John felt his ribs protest.

Hagrid...... Let go...... I. ”

It's been three years, three whole years!

John looked desperate, he had been exercising all year round, but his body was still so fragile when facing Hagrid.

Is hard work so worthless in the face of talent?

...