Hogwarts Everything is Three

The weather outside Hogwarts became very cold, and the little wizards wanted to bury their heads in their robes, but Harry was different. He stepped up the marble stairs two steps, since the fact that Professor Lupin was a werewolf was made public. From that day on, an unknown fire was blazing in his heart. Why do kind people always suffer misfortune? Sirius has been in prison for so many years, Lupin is doing this now, and his father and mother...

On a landing, he walked past a large portrait of the knight Sir Cadogan. Sir Cadogan drew his sword and waved it viciously at Harry, who ignored him at all.

"Come back, you running coward! Don't back down, fight with me..." Sir Cadogan yelled in a dull voice from behind the mask, but Harry continued to walk forward, thinking angrily about his thoughts. Few people are willing to stand up and help Professor Lu Ping. It is wasted that he is so kind to everyone, what is the use of being kind! You regret it now, she doesn't let you do magic at all, so she just read that boring textbook in class. Professor Lupin is the best Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor in the world, not one of them."

Harry stopped abruptly, his gaze looked into the distance, and Dolores Jan Umbridge, the Senior Investigator of the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts Deputy Headmaster, walked through the arched porch, triumphantly. Walking arrogantly across the hallway, wearing the fluffy pink cardigan that Lupin wore that night, with the black velvet bow on top of her head, Harry thought strongly and vividly about a big fly again. Stupidly fell on a larger toad.

Neville and Freig passed by face to face with her in the corridor. She raised her chin and pointed her magic wand. The two of them were beaten back a few steps. The top button of the shirt was buttoned up, obviously a bit They were breathless, and as Professor Umbridge passed by, they took another hit behind their backs, and the part where the shirt was exposed from the back was also thrust into the pants. The two looked depressed as Umbridge walked away. Her wand pointed at a couple who was kissing on a long stone bench under the gallery wall. The couple was quickly bounced away, and bowed their heads not to look at her. Otherwise, once they showed up, they would be waiting for them. Long confinement, and corporal punishment.

In a short period of time, the Weasley brothers and Harry have been punished several times. A wall in the hall of the auditorium has now been hung up with many notices. Argus Filch set Umbridge’s New school rules such as "must not be played during the study period, all Weasley products are immediately prohibited from being used, and proper clothes and polite manners must be maintained at all times" and other new school regulations were nailed to the stone wall one by one. He is happy to be Professor Umbridge’s executor and supervisor. He feels that Professor Umbridge’s regulations are too much to his appetite. It would be even better if he could be allowed to resume the use of iron whips and prison cells. Up.

When Harry walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium. Harry lifted his schoolbag to his back, without looking at Umbridge, heading straight to the last row of the classroom. When Umbridge saw this, the smile on his face became sweeter.

The students who came in afterwards were silent when they walked into the classroom. They felt very tortured when they thought of the boring time they were about to face. They didn’t dare to mess around with little moves. When they first attended Umbridge’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class, a paper crane that Seamo and Dean were playing before the class was turned into a pile of ashes by Umbridge. The various deductions and penalties made them understand how strict Professor Umbridge’s requirements for classroom discipline.

"Good afternoon, classmates!" she said after the whole class sat down. With only a few classmates muttering "good afternoon" in response, she whispered to them to do it again.

"Please continue to put away the wand and take out the "Dark Arts Defense Theory"." Professor Umbridge's words were not surprising. The students present stared depressedly at the magic book on their desk without any movement. They had expected her to say this a long time ago, and it almost became her regular opening remark. Harry looked around at the expressions of his classmates, feeling a deep delight inexplicably.

"Turn to page 15, let's change the way of learning today." Professor Umbridge faced the class with his hands and ten fingers crossed and placed upright on his chest. "You can read silently by yourself. Say it again, I want to keep absolutely quiet in class."

There was silence in the class, and Umbridge smiled satisfied.

At this time, the knock on the door interrupted her teaching. She frowned and looked at it, describing the haggard Lupin appearing at the door of the classroom, followed by several members of the Werewolf Control Bureau.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Professor Umbridge, I'm here to take my things." Professor Lupin said gently. Although the Anti-Werewolf Act passed by Umbridge in 1993 made it difficult for him to find a job and became impoverished, this time it was also because of her that she let herself leave Hogwarts in embarrassment, but Lu Ping gave her a problem. Without any emotional ups and downs, it was the eyes of the children sitting in the seat looking back at him, causing Lupin's heart to ache.

If Dumbledore had not agreed to some of Cornelius Fudge’s conditions, I am afraid he would not have been punished too severely as he is now. He would just go to the Werewolf Control Bureau to complete the registration, and then live under the forced supervision of the Werewolf Control Bureau for a period of time. After that. Now, he was released from the Ministry of Magic and was taken back to Hogwarts by the staff of the Werewolf Control Bureau to take his personal belongings.

"Should I come again after class?" Lupin asked after a pause.

"Take it now, Mr. Lupin." Umbridge calmly reminded Lupin that he was no longer a professor. Harry, who was sitting in the back row, raised his eyes and glared at Umbridge.

Lu calmly walked to the faculty lounge at the back of the classroom. Neville's drooping head was slanted, watching Lupin's clothes wiping his desk, turning his head back gently, and pursing his lips. , Very sad and self-blaming. Wherever Lupin passed by, the little wizards secretly looked at him with their eyes.

The classroom was as silent as Umbridge had previously ordered, but in this silence, the little wizards looked at Lupin, who was wearing a scarf for themselves in the half-open door, and their emotions became more and more low. Professor Lu Ping is indeed a werewolf, but compared with the current boring course, which involves deduction of points, confinement, and physical punishment, the previous class is simply a treat.

Unlike the gentle Professor Lupin who gave them many practical practical lessons, Professor Umbridge always likes to speak in her softest and most vocal little girl's voice. Except for those "excellent students" in the intensive training class who can just practice activities, other people can only be forced to accept the theoretical knowledge she taught them, not even practice privately. Those contents are not helpful to them in real life, and even make them unable to pass the practical exams required for the O.W.Ls exam.

With a creak of the door, Lupin walked out, lowered his head and passed through the students' seats. Parvati looked sideways at him as he walked by, blinked, and unknowingly clenched her fists. Just as Lupin walked to the front door, Parvati Petir, the Indian girl suddenly stood up from her seat, "Professor Lupin, I believe you will not hurt people."

"Thank you, Pettil." Lupin took two steps in her direction, staring at Parvati, and nodding thanks.

"Come on, Mr. Lupin," Umbridge urged coldly. "Now, Gryffindor deducts 10 points, Miss Parvati, please sit down."

"He is the teacher who has taught me the best defense against the Dark Arts class!" Parvati suddenly turned around and shouted at Umbridge.

"I'm going to lock you up, Miss Parvati." Umbridge commanded with wide-eyed eyes. "Whoever dares to speak anymore, just like her."

Professor Lu Ping tightened his lips and looked sadly around the classmates.

Harry looked at Pettil Parvati’s firm eyes, and felt in his heart that when he was in the first grade, Neville’s memory ball was snatched by Malfoy during his flight class, not the rest of Gryffindor. It was the girl Pettil who came forward to help Neville at the first time. She was a real Gryffindor.

"The best defense against the Dark Arts teacher among Professor Lupin!" Harry also stood up and shouted loudly, expressing his support.

"Gryffindor deducts 10 points! Mr. Potter, sit down, and from today, I will go to my office at five o'clock every afternoon." Umbridge's nostrils widened and his eyes narrowed.

"Professor Umbridge, this is my fault, please don't punish them, I will leave now." Lupin took two steps forward, then stopped and apologized to Umbridge and said that he would soon Leaving, he wanted to protect his former students.

"Mr. Lupin, I remind you that I am the teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts class. I have every right to punish students in confinement. Now, please leave and don't disturb my teaching." Umbridge raised his eyes. Looking at Lupin, there was no longer a smirk on his face, but it was full of mockery.

Ron looked at Harry, who was trembling with anger. He gasped violently, gritted his teeth, turned his eyes a few times, became cruel, and stood up. "Professor Lupin is the best teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts class!."

Since Umbridge became the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, the resentment that the little wizards have been unable to vent completely erupted at this moment. Amid Umbridge’s frustrated warnings, Gryffindors stood up. Expressing his support for Lupin.

Hermione originally wanted to stand up with him, but thinking of the training class she helped Alan manage, Umbridge's posture was low enough that she couldn't break the fairly friendly balance that the two sides were barely maintaining.

Neville blushed and was encouraged by the look of other people. He also stood up, but he felt that "the best teacher in the defense against the dark arts class in Professor Lupin!" was not enough to express his mood. not enough! After the night that Professor Lupin was arrested, Neville has been annoyed by his cowardice and regretted why he was afraid of Professor Lupin’s werewolf form. He has been blaming himself every day for not being able to stand up like Harry did. Maintain Professor Lu Ping. Except for the compassionate Professor Pomona Sprout, no professor can be as friendly to him as Professor Lupin, encouraging him and comforting him. And when Professor Lu Ping needed encouragement and help most, he actually flinched and became cowardly.

Yes, this is not enough, not enough! Neville felt that although he stood up, he couldn't vent the negative emotions that had accumulated over the past few days.

Looking at Professor Lu Ping not far away, his desire to protect him is like a surging sea, which rushes to Neville's heart one by one. Because of his stupidity, Professor Lu Ping is teaching his own study. When the patron saint was cursing, the wand never reacted, and even the white mist could not be released, but the professor patiently encouraged himself, and never rejected the insult or even gave up on himself.

Thinking of this, Neville, who was trembling with anger, suddenly drew out his wand from his desk, "Call the guard!" He roared out loudly, as if a long-sleeping volcano finally erupted. The depressed emotions inside draw strength and turn them into courage. The guardian belief is guided by Neville like a flood. It breaks through all the shackles, and a cloud of silver material is ejected from the port of his wand, turning into a huge Toad, it jumped flexibly over the desk and flew towards Professor Lupin.

"Holy guard!" Harry also drew his wand neatly, and a silver stag spewed out, briskly jumping around Professor Lupin.

"Holy guard!" Ron's patron saint, Jack Russel Terrier, also caught up with the stag and surrounded Lupin.

Their outbreak showed the students in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom a cathartic channel.

The energy of positive emotions such as happiness and guardianship brought by the patron **** mantra filled the room. As if the earth was illuminated by lightning that suddenly pierced the sky in the silent night, Muggle-born students felt like they were witnessing the coming of God himself, and an indescribable tremor burst from the depths of the soul of every wizard , And quickly spread all over the body.

They drew out their magic wands. Even a few Slytherin students stood up and used the Patronus Charm to express their love and blessings for Professor Lupin, even if not everyone can successfully use it like Neville. A complete patron saint curse, but even the dullest student is enough to release more white mist than usual.

"Professor Lupin, although my patron saint spell is not what you teach, but as the best teacher of defense against the dark arts..." Hermione, who was still looking forward and backwards, saw the scene before her and couldn't help it anymore, she stood She got up and raised her fourteen-inch Mithril Dragon Heart Tendon Wand, even though she could completely cast this curse silently, she still shouted: "Call the gods!"

Pansy Parkinson, who was originally sitting in the position looking at the scene with an outsider's eyes, frowned and watched Hermione's actions and complained in her heart, "This reckless lioness! Damn, if I don't follow along, Allen · Harris will be unhappy when he knows it, Alan is unhappy, and Draco will definitely be unhappy too~www.NovelMTL.com~ She and the members of the Slytherin training class looked at each other and nodded to each other , Umbridge didn't dare to provoke so many pure-blood families at once.

"Call God to guard!"

"Call God to guard!"

"Call God to guard!"

The team of silver animals that spewed out was also getting bigger and bigger, and this willingness to guard became more and more clear, like countless small streams quickly converging into a torrent.

Listening to the sound of casting spells endlessly, I felt the patron saint that brings joy and peace around him, and I saw all the happy and tearful faces of the classmates in the classroom.

Remus Lupin’s eyes were red, and tears mixed with his nose slid across his cheeks. At this moment, he felt for the first time that he was relieved from the langosis that he had been carrying since he was a child. Those who were incited by the situation The resulting prejudice can no longer affect him. He looked at the staff of the two werewolf control bureaus beside him. At this moment, the other party understood Lupin's thoughts and nodded at him after pushing away.

Lupin said thank you to them in a depressed cry.

Pulling out his wand, Remus never liked his patron saint before, because it would constantly remind him of those pains. He hated all things related to wolves. Although he taught the students to learn the patron saint, he tried his best He didn't do it himself, but let Harry Potter show it on his behalf, unless he had to do it, he usually deliberately created a patron saint curse without a body, even when no one was watching.

"Hushen guard!" A silver wolf ran out of Lupin's wand and led the patron saints of others to run around all the students in the classroom. At this moment, his patron saint brought him from The wolves are family-oriented and do not have the aggressiveness that they felt in the past.