Hogwarts lazy snake

In the dimly lit classroom, Professor Snape stood on the podium like a stern statue.

The stick in his hand seemed to have magical power. He pointed precisely at the werewolf anatomy image hanging on the blackboard. His voice was deep and clear as he explained the mysterious and dangerous knowledge about lycanthropy:

"After being bitten by a werewolf, there are a few ways to prevent death from excessive blood loss. However, unfortunately, until now, the method to cure this terrible wolf disease is still hidden in the fog and is hard to find."

He paused for a moment, and with a sharp gaze, he scanned the students below the stage and continued:

"However, with the help of wolfsbane potion, some of the negative effects of lycanthropy can be alleviated. This potion has magical effects and can enable werewolves to retain human rationality when transforming. In this way, it can avoid causing irreparable harm to others or themselves during the full moon..."

Offstage, Horn supported his chin with one hand, his eyes seemed distracted, but in fact his thoughts were wandering.

His gaze quietly passed over the crowd and fell on Draco, who was concentrating on the class not far away. The faint crying sound he heard at the bathroom door that day involuntarily emerged in his mind. The pain and struggle contained in that crying seemed to still echo in his ears.

Snape, who was already in a bad mood because of Dumbledore's many arrangements - not allowing him to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and inviting the mysterious man back - keenly noticed Horn's absent-mindedness.

His hawk-like sharp eyes instantly locked onto Horn, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc, as if he had found an outlet to vent his dissatisfaction. He slowly said, "Besides, werewolves are evil and dirty, so how should you deal with them after you recognize a werewolf... Then, Mr. Nicholas, please answer."

As he spoke, Snape walked lightly to Horn's side like a ghost, then bent down slightly, looked in the direction Horn was looking, then stood up and suddenly attacked.

"Ah? Oh, Professor Snape, I think if you can accurately identify a werewolf at the first moment, the first thing to do is to quickly move away to ensure your own safety. If the timing is right and your own strength allows, I think you should act decisively, shoot two shots directly in the chest and then one shot in the head. Only in this way can you ensure that the werewolf has no chance of survival."

Horn reacted quickly, stood up in an instant, and answered in a loud and clear voice, trying to please Snape with a perfect answer. After all, he had more or less guessed the deep meaning of Snape's opening of this course.

"Well, good, very good." Snape nodded with satisfaction after hearing Horn's answer. His cold face seemed to relax a little, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

Then, his eyes swept towards the open door of the classroom, and he spoke to the students who had not yet started to take notes, with a heavier tone, "So, why don't you take notes?"

After saying that, he turned around and strode towards the podium, announcing loudly as he walked: "Horn answered very well, Slytherin gets ten points!"

Horn was full of curiosity. He followed Snape's gaze and turned his head to look behind him. He saw that the door of the classroom was indeed not closed. A ray of light came through the gap, and a figure was vaguely reflected.

After seeing that the person standing outside the door was a man in a worn khaki jacket, Horn suddenly realized what had happened and secretly complained in his heart: This is really a slap in the face!

Uh... No, it seems that the one who just answered the question was the one who got mad at me!

What was even more puzzling was that the look in that man's eyes when he looked at her was filled with many complex emotions, including hostility, relief and disgust. He was like a walking emoticon package, changing rapidly and making it hard to understand.

Horn looked at Snape, who was beaming with joy on the podium, again and groaned in his heart: Good man, this is how you play it, you are really amazing.

Snape seemed to sense something, and his eyes met with Horn's, but he didn't care at all. He just casually glanced at the empty door and continued teaching: "Although you don't have the weapons that Horn mentioned, you can use your best and most powerful magic to attack, or even kill the werewolf completely."

Carlotta, who was sitting nearby, was aware of what had just happened. She moved closer to Horn and asked softly, "Horn, is the person outside the door the incoming Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

After all, Carlotta saw that the man did not look like a student, and there seemed to be no such face among the professors of Hogwarts, so she made a bold guess.

Horn nodded slightly: "It should be."

Lupin wandered alone in the corridor, looking at the Hogwarts Castle that carried countless memories of his, and the past years flooded into his mind like a tide.

Here, he met James, Lily, Peter and Sirius. The scenes of them living and studying together were like bright stars, shining in the night sky of memory.

"Who's there!" A hoarse, sharp shout, like a sharp blade, instantly cut through Lupin's memories.

He looked up and saw a man with sparse hair, a sour face and a brown windbreaker standing in front of him. It was Filch.

Filch stared at the bearded man in front of him with alert eyes, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and asked loudly, "Who are you? You... You look familiar. Which college are you from? Are you pretending to be a professor again?"

Lupin looked at Filch, who had battled wits and courage with him, James and the other three countless times, and felt deeply moved.

Among the many characters in Hogwarts, apart from the mysterious man, Filch is probably the person he is most familiar with.

"Hey! Filch, long time no see. You look a little older, but still the same... well, sarcastic."

Lupin put down the luggage in his hands, with a nostalgic smile on his face, and strode towards Filch, as if he wanted to give this "old friend" a warm hug.

Filch was cautious and suspicious by nature. Although he felt that the other party seemed familiar, he was always rigorous and would never let someone of unknown origin get close to him easily.

He quickly took a step back, holding the iconic broom tightly in his hand, taking a defensive posture, his eyes full of vigilance.

After saying goodbye to Filch, Lupin continued on his way and fortunately met Professor McGonagall. Although Lupin looked slovenly and unkempt at this time, Professor McGonagall still recognized him at a glance.

Time has left traces on her face, but her eyes are still as sharp as a hawk. "Lupin, why are you here? I was thinking of meeting you at the door. What I want to say is..."

Professor McGonagall looked at her former student with love and relief in her eyes. Before she finished speaking, she opened her arms and gave Lupin a warm and strong hug, saying softly, "Welcome back! Welcome home! Lupin."

When Lupin heard these affectionate words, his eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in his eyes.

He opened his mouth, but it was as if his throat was tightly grasped by an invisible hand. He was unable to utter a word for a long time. He could only nod heavily to express his inner excitement and gratitude.

"Okay, Albus is waiting for you in the headmaster's office, let's go there now." Professor McGonagall patted Lupin's shoulder gently and took him to the headmaster's office.

Soon, McGonagall and Lupin arrived in front of the majestic gargoyle at the door of the headmaster's office.

Professor McGonagall whispered a mysterious password, and the gargoyle slowly turned, revealing a secret passage. The two walked up the stairs along the passage and entered the principal's office.

Dumbledore seemed to sense something. He put down the quill in his hand, took off his half-moon glasses, and looked towards the door with a gentle look.

"Oh, Lupin, you're here." Dumbledore looked at Lupin with a stubble on his face, tilted his head slightly, a smile flashed in his eyes, and said jokingly: "Well, I think Lupin, you really need to shave, so that you can look more energetic."

After saying this, he gently waved his wand and performed a clever little magic.

In an instant, the thick beard on Lupin's face was gently shaved off as if by a pair of invisible hands, leaving only a small tuft of beard on his upper lip. His whole temperament instantly became refreshed and full of energy.

Lupin subconsciously touched his smooth face and thanked Dumbledore gratefully.

Dumbledore raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a kind smile, threw an Olaf lemon candy into his mouth, and blinked his eyes: "You're welcome, welcome home, Lupin."