HP Feathered Serpent Rebirth

Diagon Alley, UK:

Harry was galloping down the alley.Suddenly, he slowed down.

"Peter?" Harry stared at Pettigrew Peter's wanted notice on the wall with great interest, "Did you get out of prison so soon?"

"Aging potion, compound decoction, a dozen each." In the potion shop, Harry said to the boss of potion electricity.

The boss glanced up at Harry, and said coldly, "There are strict regulations on these things, please take off the mask, sir, otherwise they won't be sold."

"..." Harry narrowed his eyes and took off his mask—let's take a gamble.

"Name." The boss looked at Harry suspiciously.

"Oh, Malcolm Blackwood." Harry smiled, using Malcolm's alias.

"..." The boss took out two dozen potions, "Twenty Galleons."

"Thank you." Harry smiled, took the potion, and turned to leave.

After leaving the store, Harry quickly put on his mask and ran to the corner.It's really dangerous, the effect of the aging agent is almost over.

After tidying up, Harry, wearing a mask, headed for Borgin Blog's black magic shop in Knockturn Alley—it was time for him to prepare a hand of glory①.

Hogwarts, UK:

"Lesson [-] today—Defense Against the Dark Arts? Professor Remus Lupine doesn't seem to be here for breakfast." Pansy flipped through the timetable and said to the boys.

"Who knows." Draco stood up, "Let's go now, being late is not what a Slytherin should do."

Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom:

"Well, well." Nott glanced at his pocket watch and narrowed his eyes, "Class is about to start...the professor hasn't..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the door opening.

"It seems that Professor Lupine is in a bad mood today..." Bryce said with a smile, looked back, and silenced in time.

"Godfather/Dean/Professor Snape?" Draco, Nott and Pansy were also surprised.

"Snape?" Ron jumped up, surprised.

"It's Professor Snape. Ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor for disrespect to the professor. Sit down, Weasley." Snape snorted coldly.

"Where's Professor Lupine?" Ron didn't move.

"He said he was very unwell today and couldn't come to class." Snape said with a grin. "I think I told you to sit down?"

"What happened to him?" Ron asked again.

"It's not life-threatening." Snape pouted, just like Harry in his previous life, "Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor, and if I have to tell you to sit down for the third time, I will deduct fifty points."

Ron sat down slowly.

"Okay." Snape looked around the class. "Turn the book down to page 394. For this lesson, we're going to discuss—werewolves."

"Tsk." Nott let out a loud sneer.

"Now we shouldn't be learning werewolves!" Dean Thomas squealed, "Now we should be learning Hinkpunk—"

"Mr Thomas," said Snape in a voice that was frighteningly calm, "I seem to remember that it was I who taught this lesson, not you. Now I tell you all to turn over page 394 ’” He glanced again at the class—mainly Gryffindors—“Everyone! Come on!”

The Gryffindor cubs rolled their eyes indignantly, muttered to themselves, and opened their textbooks.

"There's so much going on in Gryffindor," Pansy said disgustedly.

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

In the absence of Hermione, everyone in the class remained motionless.Sitting without saying a word.

Draco snorted coldly and raised his hand.

"Mr. Malfoy." Snape looked at such a sensible godson and nodded in satisfaction.

"Sir, there are several small differences between werewolves and real wolves." Draco stood up calmly and replied, "The mouth and nose of werewolves..."

"Very well, Slytheringa ten." Snape told Draco to sit down. "Now, copy the notes."

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①: That withered hand, remember?

The compound decoction has strict regulations and is considered a private establishment.

—————Sand Sculpture Theater—————

During class, Xiao Hao drew a vortex on the blackboard.

Mou An: Huh?Isn't this the vortex on Naruto?

Tong Tong: Abyss?

Yanbo: Black hole?

Mou Yu: Dizzy circles?

As for what it is... no one knows.