Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

Snape raised the slightly smoking goblet.

"Do you know what's in here?"

Gray glanced at it symbolically, but he knew it even without looking at it.

"Wolfsbane potion?"

"You should know who I want to give it to." Snape said expressionlessly.

"I know you want to give it to Remus," Gray said calmly.

"Remus?" Snape sneered, "You two are so close that you are called 'Remus'."

Gray tilted his head, not quite understanding what Snape meant, and tried to answer another sentence.

"Professor Snape, what do you want to express? Is there anything wrong with this title?"

"I have no interest in what you call each other. I have to say I'm a little disappointed in you. If you want to guess, I thought this hint would be enough." Snape said, "But these days, your Some actions made me realize that I overestimated you."

"Remus is a werewolf, and this potion is exactly what he needs." Gray said, "This is the connection between the three."

"Well, these years of magical education have not been in vain on you. Professor McGonagall must be very touched that Gryffindor is now full of talents. Yes, Wolfsbane potion is for werewolves." Snape said mockingly, "But you seem to have forgotten some of the most basic things about a werewolf, and you need me to remind you..."

He emphasized the word "remind".

"Thank you for the reminder, Professor Snape, I still remember it." Gray understood, "But I think Remus's current situation is very safe."

"Yes, it's very 'safe', because it all depends on the contents of my cup." Snape raised the hand holding the cup higher.

"Thanks to the potion you brewed, Remus should feel better."

"Even with the wolfsbane potion, you can't prevent the insidious thoughts of those creatures. If you are not afraid of death, continue to do this."

"After I got along with Remus for a while, my attitude became more solid. I always regarded him as an ordinary person." Gray said.

"Tsk." Snape frowned and looked Gray up and down.

"Treat him like everyone else," Gray added.

"It seems that you have not improved at all as you did when you were in school." After Snape said this, he walked past Gray holding the smoking goblet.

Gray walked up a narrow spiral staircase to the Owlery.

The floor was littered with straw, owl droppings, and rat bones spit out by the owl, which creaked when he stepped on them. He raised his head and looked at the hundreds of owls on the topmost perch.

Within a few seconds, a chubby owl flew towards him, it was Lu Lu, and it suddenly landed on Gray's shoulder.

"Getting fat again." Gray stroked its feathers.

"Gu!" Lulu pecked the palm of his hand and found that there was no food in it. Its big eyes glanced at Gray resentfully, then it flapped its wings and got up and flew to a high place.

Gray leaned against the wall and walked along the long rows of perches. Finally he found a relatively flat platform and began to write a letter.

Dear Claire:

See you at the usual place, tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon.

loyal

Gray

He flattened the parchment, tore a small gap a third of the way from the right hand side, and finally folded it in half three times - this was their custom for correspondence.

Lu Lu saw it, flew to his shoulder and stretched out a leg.

"Send it to Claire." Gray tied the letter to its leg.

Lulu shouted loudly and flew away.

……

The music in the auditorium was already playing, and the smell of roasting pumpkin wafted into the foyer.

"If I catch someone who doesn't come back on time, I'll hang him by the wrist and hang him from the ceiling for several days."

Filch stood by the entrance hall door, and every time a few students came in, he would say these words to intimidate them.He carefully calculated the clock time and would arrest the students even if they were even one second overtime. He wished he could arrest more students to do manual labor.

The castle of Hogwarts gradually became lively again. The students had all returned from Hogsmeade, and followed the flow of people coming out of the lounge towards the auditorium.

"Scabbers! Scabbers is gone!" Ron shouted in the crowd.

"He might have gone somewhere to play, don't worry." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder.

"I was definitely relieved before! But now -" Ron looked at Hermione, "Hermione, where is your cat?"

"In my bedroom, I locked it up." Hermione said impatiently.

"That's good..." Ron curled his lips, "I hope you have taken effective measures."

The auditorium was decorated with hundreds of candle-lit pumpkins, a swarm of live bats flying around, and dozens of flaming orange banners that brewed up a storm on the ceiling like colorful water snakes. Floating lazily on.

"Yes, yes, that's right. I still remember a few of those interesting little spells you randomly invented at that time..."

Flitwick chuckled and was chatting animatedly with Lupin.Snape's eyes glanced at Lupine frequently, and then their eyes met, and Lupine smiled at him.

There were two empty seats on the teacher's seat, and one of them was Hagrid who was supposed to be sitting there. Gray began to think in his mind, if Sirius was not caught in the end, would Harry and the others still be able to save Buckbeak?

Want to help them?

Just forget it, you can't even take care of your own affairs.

Gray actually didn't worry about Buckbeak at all.

As for the other empty seat, it belongs to Trelawney. She usually doesn't come back to the auditorium to eat, especially at holiday banquets. If she comes once, everyone will know that she will start to share her experience through the crystal ball or astrology. Something foreseeable.

Something will happen before and after every banquet, but since she didn't come to the banquet today, there won't be any emergencies, right?

At this time, the door of the auditorium was slowly pushed open. Some people had noticed it, so they stopped to speak to see what was happening outside the door. The voices in the auditorium gradually became quieter.

Gray also noticed that the door was opened, so he looked towards the door and saw a gap between the two huge doors. Neville Longbottom was standing there with a panic look on his face.

When everyone saw it was Neville, the cheerful atmosphere just now returned.

"Neville, you're late!" Fred raised a piece of pumpkin pie and shouted at Neville.

"Are you lost? Huh?" George moved to the side to make a space for him.

But Neville didn't sit down. He ran towards the teacher's desk in panic.

Dumbledore looked at Neville, and then Snape also noticed something strange about him. He put down the knife and fork in his hand and stared intently at Neville, who was running out of breath. Lupine and Flitwick also stopped talking, and the others The professors also noticed this panicked little guy.

"Professor Dumbledore," Neville leaned on the long table in the teacher's chair, panting constantly, and the candlelight showed the beads of sweat on his forehead.

"What happened? Longbottom." Dumbledore's tone was calming.

"Someone... destroyed the lounge," Neville said.