The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

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The wind and rain today seemed to be more violent than before.The corridors and classrooms in the castle were all dark, so they had to light more torches and lamps.

Slytherin's Quidditch team were sitting in the stands looking smug as they played in blustery weather all day long, thinking it would ruin their chances of winning the title in a row.

So the first Quidditch match went from snakes versus lions to badgers versus lions.

"Flint's excuse was that their players were having diarrhea," Wood said, baring his teeth in a rage that was the perfect definition of incompetent rage.

Cedric accepted the change very calmly. After all, as Hufflepuffs, the most important thing they are not afraid of is hard work, so they don't care about these weather factors in their usual training.

Rolf was sitting as a teacher in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and looked outside. This kind of weather that was about to rain was really annoying.

"Okay, I will teach you today." Just as the little wizards were waiting expectantly for Professor Lupine to teach them, the professor they least wanted to see in the school walked into the classroom.

Snape looked around the class, "Professor Lupine did not leave any records that could explain the progress of your class." Just when Snape was about to continue saying something, a voice interrupted him. What a warrior.

"Sir, we've already learned Boggart, Redcap, Cabba and Grindylow," Hermione said quickly, "We're just about to get started."

"Quiet," Snape said coldly, "I'm not asking you. I'm just commenting on Professor Lupine's lack of discipline."

The little wizards below instantly exploded and began to discuss whether this was a prank, but today was not April Fools' Day either.

Rolf sat in front and clearly watched him flip through the textbook quickly until he reached the last chapter. The content of that chapter was also very interesting.

"Werewolf," Professor Snape said with excitement. His voice echoed in the classroom, and the little wizards finally took out their Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks as if resigned to their fate.

"But, sir," Hermione, who was sitting on the Gryffindor side of the house, raised her hands and seemed unable to control herself, "we shouldn't be learning werewolves yet, we should start learning hinkerpunks."

"Miss Granger," Snape said, his voice deadly calm, "I feel as if I am teaching, not you.

I'm telling you all, turn to page 394. He looked around again, "You all are now turning to page 394. I don't want to repeat it again."

Many in the class exchanged painful glances, some grumbled sullenly, and opened their books.

Just when Professor Snape was about to start a lesson that made him very excited today, the teacher's door was violently pushed open.

The little wizards all raised their heads in surprise, as if they were expecting their physical education teacher, who had been bedridden all year round, to save them from math or Chinese classes.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, Professor Lupin." Harry hurriedly opened the door and walked in anxiously.

However, the person looking at him on the podium was not the Professor Lupin he expected, but the Professor Snape he least expected.

"This class started ten minutes ago, Potter, and I think Gryffindor deserves ten points. Sit down."

But Harry did not move, but asked anxiously: "Where is Professor Lupin?"

"He said he was too sick to attend class today." Snape said, grinning. "Didn't I tell you to sit down?"

But Harry stood still, as if he wouldn't let it go until he knew better: "Why is he so bad?"

Snape's black eyes gleamed dangerously. This brat who kept provoking him was really annoying, but my Harry was more lovely.

"It's not life-threatening," he said, as if he hoped it would be so. "Five points from Gryffindor. If I ask you to sit down again and you don't, then fifty points from Gryffindor."

After hearing this, Harry slowly breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly walked to his seat and sat down.

"Can any of you tell me how to tell the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?" Professor Snape saw that the annoying brat was finally dismissed and continued to start his anti-dark magic course.

Everyone sat there in silence, motionless, as if they were in a Potions class, because they knew that if they made a mistake, they would receive Professor Snape's "loving praise".

Of course, the motionless students were all except Hermione, because her hands were raised straight in the air as usual.

"Who can answer?" Snape ignored Hermione completely, as if there was nothing there.

He grinned again: "Are you telling me that Professor Lupine didn't teach you the basic difference between the two?"

"We're telling you," Parvati said suddenly, "we haven't learned the werewolf chapter yet. We're still learning."

Sure enough, Gryffindor, who is famous for his bravery, actually dared to bully Snape.

"Quiet," Snape growled, "Okay, okay, okay, I never thought I would encounter a third-year student who couldn't identify a werewolf. I'm going to write it down and tell Professor Dumbledore how backward you are."

"Sir," Hermione said, her hand still raised, "Werewolves differ from real wolves in several ways. A werewolf's snout."

But before Hermione could continue, she was interrupted again, "This is the second time you've spoken first, Granger."

Snape said coldly, "Five points from Gryffindor for an insufferable know-it-all."

Hermione flushed, dropped her hands, and stared at the ground, her eyes filled with tears.

The whole class stared at Professor Snape angrily, which showed how much everyone disliked Snape. It seemed that no one in the entire college wanted to take his class.

Ron said loudly: "You asked us a question and she knew the answer. If you didn't want the answer, why did you ask?"

Oh my god, that famous scene where Ron heroically saves his wife. Rolf was watching the show happily. He didn’t expect Ron to be so manly at times.

The whole class immediately realized that what Ron had just said was too much. As they expected, Professor Snape slowly walked towards Ron, and the whole class held their breath.

"Stay after school, Weasley." Professor Snape said amusedly, his face very close to Ron's. "If I ever hear you criticize my teaching style again, you're going to regret it terribly."

No one made a sound in the class after that. Everyone sat and took notes about werewolves according to the textbook, while Snape walked back and forth between the desks, checking the work they had completed during Professor Lupin's teaching.

"It's a poor explanation. It's not right. There are more Kappa in Mongolia. Professor Lupine said it was eight out of ten, but I said it was less than three out of ten." Professor Snape was sparing no effort to belittle Professor Lupin. teaching results.

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