For the next few days, everyone at school was talking about Blake. Rumors of how he got into the castle grew as the word grew: a Hufflepuff student named Hannah Abbott had heard that Black could transform into a flowering bush, and spent much of the time in their next Potions class telling everyone who would listen to her.

The vandalized portrait of the Fat Lady had been removed from the wall, and in its place were the portraits of Sir Cadogan and his fat grey pony. No one is happy about this. Sir Cadogan spends half of his time challenging people and asking them to duel him. The rest of the time was spent figuring out ridiculously complicated passwords, which he had to change twice a day.

"He's crazy," Simofinigan said angrily to Percy, "can't we change people?" ”

"No other painter is willing to do this errand," Percy said, "frightened by what happened to the fat lady." Sir Cadogan was the only one who stepped forward. ”

Unlike the other young wizards who were terrified and panicked, Charon had been thinking about the whole incident and what he had heard Dumbledore say that night.

Sirius Black ventured into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but instead of Harry, he tried to enter the Gryffindor common room. But what is such a thing? Let him risk his life to do such a thing!

Snape's words clearly stated that Sirius Black had fellow party members in the school, and that he had obvious suspicions, but Dumbledore disagreed with his conjecture. Who is this fellow party? Definitely not from Gryffindor House anyway, otherwise, Sirius would know the code to open the door. Could it be the remnants of the Death Eaters of Slytherin House?

Finally, there's the question that everyone is talking about: how did Sirius Black get into school? How did he evade the Dementors' guards and infiltrate the school without a sound? However, since he was able to evade the Dementors' guards from Azkaban Prison, he must have a clever way to avoid the Dementors. The idiots of the Ministry of Magic don't know what to think, they can't even think of the obvious, and let these dementors who can't help but add to the chaos are running around outside the school!

Charon thought about it, but there was nothing good to do. Sirius Black wouldn't trust him, and it would be a matter of luck to settle his grievances. Anyway, he will come into contact with Professor Lupin, and when the time comes, just pay more attention to Professor Lupin.

The biggest impact of this incident was Harry, who was now under close surveillance. The instructors found all sorts of excuses to walk with him in the hallways, and Percy Weasley followed him everywhere like a guard dog with an extremely lively spirit. Worst of all, Professor McGonagall called Harry into her office, and the look on her face made Harry think someone must be dead.

"There's no need to hide it from you, Potter," she said seriously, "I know it's going to be a shock to you, but Blake ......"

"I know he's after me," Harry said wearily, "I heard Charon and Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, say that. I know what to do. ”

McGonagall seemed surprised. She glared at Harry for a moment before saying, "I see, well, then, Potter, then you can understand why I don't think it's a good idea for you to practice Quidditch in the evening." On the pitch, with only your teammates around, you're exposed, Potter! ”

"We're going to have our first game on Saturday!" Harry said, annoyed, "I have to train, Professor!" ”

Professor McGonagall looked at him intently. Harry knew she was very concerned about the future of the Gryffindor team, after all, she had suggested that Harry be the Seeker in the first place. He waited, holding his breath nervously.

"Hmm," Professor McGonagall stood up, glaring out the window at the Quidditch pitch, which loomed in the rain. "Well, God knows, I'd love to see our team win trophies again, but anyway, Potter, I'd be happy to have a teacher around. I asked Mrs. Hooch to supervise your training. ”

The first Quidditch match was approaching, but the weather was getting worse. Under Mrs. Hodge's supervision, the Gryffindor team trained bravely, even harder than before.

On the eve of the race, the wind and rain were fierce, and it was even more severe than before. The hallways and classrooms were pitch black, so I had to light more torches and lights. The Slytherin team did look complacent, and they used Malfoy's injury to prevent him from playing, leaving Gryffindor's opponent to be Hufflepuff temporarily. Malfoy looked at the wind crashing against the window, his face beaming. This caught the Gryffindor team off guard, and the tactics of the entire team had to be changed on the fly. Everyone was furious.

But to make matters worse, there was a Defence Against the Dark Arts class that afternoon, and when the bell rang, I pushed the door open and entered, and it wasn't Professor Lupin standing on the podium, but Snape.

"Professor Lupin is too sick to attend class today." Snape grinned, "I'll take care of this lesson." ”

"What's wrong with him?" Harry, who had arrived in a hurry, was not only late, but also stood there and questioned Professor Snape.

Snape's black eyes glowed. "His life is not in danger." He said, as if he wished it was. "But you get fifteen points for Gryffindor, 50 points for being late, and five points for speaking without being called. If I tell you to sit down again and you don't, then 50 points will be deducted. Harry slowly walked over to his seat and sat down.

Charon looked helpless, Harry was always so excited, and he was easily deducted fifteen points. It's not easy for Gryffindon to earn more points, it's so simple to be deducted, and you can't get it! But that's not something I should care about, and I'm not from Gryffindor House.

Snape looked around the class. "Before Potter interrupted me, I was saying that Professor Lupin didn't leave a record of your class's progress......"

"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. ”

"He's the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had." Dean Thomas said boldly, and the rest of the class muttered in agreement. Snape looked even more threatening than usual.

"You are easily satisfied. Lupin barely made any high demands of you? I think I should be able to deal with Red Hat and Grindy Low in first grade. Today we're going to talk about ......"

Professor Snape quickly flipped through the textbook all the way to the last chapter, knowing that they hadn't learned it yet.

"Werewolf." Snape said.

"But, sir," said Hermione, seemingly unable to control herself, "we shouldn't be learning werewolves yet, we should start learning the ...... of 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!" ”

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

"Can any of you tell me how to tell the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?"

Everyone sat there silently, motionless; With the exception of Hermione, her hands were raised straight in the air as usual.

"Who can answer?" Snape said, ignoring Hermione. 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 ......"

"Quiet!" Snape growled, "Good, good, good, 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 ......"

"This is the second time you've spoken first, Granger," Snape said coldly, "and deduct five more Gryffindor points for an intolerable jack-of-all-trades." ”

Hermione's face flushed, and she lowered her hand and stared at the ground, her eyes filled with tears. Charon reached under his desk and took Hermione's hand as a sign of comfort. Snape was a bit excessive, but there was nothing wrong with his punishment, Hermione did raise her hand to speak without permission, and twice.

However, Snape's popularity was indeed bad, and now the whole class was looking at Snape angrily. Ron even more impulsively exclaimed, "You asked us a question and she knew the answer, if you didn't want the answer, then why would you ask?" ”

The class immediately realizes that Ron has gone too far. Snape walked slowly towards Ron, the entire classroom holding their breath.

"Stay after school, Weasley." Snape sneered, his face close to Ron's. "If I hear you criticize my teaching style again, you'll regret it very much."

No one made a sound in the class after that. Everyone sits, taking notes on werewolves from textbook, while Snape walks back and forth between desks, checking what they've done during Professor Lupin's teaching.

"Poorly explained, that's not right, Kaba is more in Mongolia, Professor Lupin says it's eight out of ten? I said less than three out of ten ......."

The bell finally rang, and Snape didn't let them go.

"Each of you writes a paper and gives it to me on how to identify and kill werewolves. This topic should be written on two pieces of parchment and handed in on Monday morning. Someone should be in charge of this class. Weasley, stay and don't go, we're going to arrange for your late school. ”