This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Compared to the little lions who always felt a little cold around them, the little badgers didn't feel anything was wrong.

The professor had just changed, but he wasn't replaced by someone like Quirrell and Lockhart.

When the students sat down, Snape, who was standing by the podium, looked at the clock on the wall and muttered something.

"Five... four... three... two... one..."

When the bell rang, his face suddenly darkened.

"Da Da Da -" There was a sound of hurried running outside.

The door of the classroom opened, and Harry and Ron rushed in.

"Sorry, Professor Lupin, we're late -"

They stood there as if they were petrified, keeping their forward-rushing posture.

Snape's extremely cold eyes swept over, "Potter, Weiss, come on, this class started 17 seconds ago."

Harry and Ron shuddered as if they had come back to their souls, and then stood up obediently.

"Because of your lateness, I think Gryffindor should be deducted 10 points."

"Professor, but we--"

"Shut up and sit down."

Harry didn't move, and Ron didn't move either.

"Where's Professor Lupin?"

"He can't come to class." Snape grinned, "I think I told you to sit down?"

Harry seemed to want to ask something else, but he caught a glimpse of Vincent who kept winking at him.

In Snape's class, being late is a capital crime, and asking questions is also a capital crime.

He sat down with Ron obediently.

Snape, who was standing by the podium, had a little disappointment in his eyes.

If you dare to ask questions, you will be deducted 5 points, and if you don't sit down, you will be deducted 50 points.

The cold eyes stared at Vincent.

Almost no aggression, and even glared back.

Very good, very good.

Snape looked around the students in the classroom, "I am very disappointed that Professor Lupin didn't leave any teaching records."

The little lions were all furious, but they didn't say anything to refute.

"I have to doubt whether his methodless teaching can help you survive when you encounter fatal danger."

Yes, let's get angry and say something unpleasant.

Snape flipped through the textbook page by page, "Boggart, Red Cap, Cabba and Grindylow."

He paused and looked to the left and right of the little lions, "Next we are going to learn Hinky Punk, right?"

Vincent's eyelids twitched wildly, as if he had guessed something.

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, as if she had guessed something too.

"

You are too easily satisfied. It seems that Professor Lupin has not added any burden to you."

Snape sneered, "I think first-year students are already capable of dealing with Red Cap and Grindylow, and what we are going to discuss today is--"

He flipped through the textbook until he turned to the last chapter, "Werewolf."

Hermione subconsciously looked at Vincent who was adjusting his collar.

It's terrible to kill someone and destroy their heart.

Now it's just sarcasm, there will definitely be more serious things next.

"But professor," she clenched her hands, "werewolf knowledge is too profound, and it's not something we can handle now."

Snape's eyes quickly locked on her face.

Here it comes, finally here.

His voice was frighteningly calm, "Miss Granger, I seem to remember that the professor of this class was me, not you."

Hermione's lips trembled, as if she was about to lose control of herself.

"Everyone, turn to page 394."

She didn't move, "Professor Snape, I think we should proceed in a circular way, not-"

"Shut up!" Snape shouted coldly, "Granger, are you questioning my teaching ability?"

"I--" Hermione glanced at Vincent who shook his head gently at her.

I can't stand it, I really can't stand it.

When she was about to blurt out, Vincent stood up very suddenly.

"Professor, Hermione didn't question your teaching ability."

"Huh——" Snape laughed grimly, "Wayne, how do you know Granger didn't? Are you the worm in her stomach?"

The badgers tightened their school robes and finally felt the air around them getting colder.

Vincent didn't back down and stood straight,

"Professor, according to Article 27 of the latest revised "Hogwarts Staff Rules", all school staff are not allowed to doubt any student without reason."

Snape's narrow black eyes stared at him, "Wayne, I remember I never asked you to stand up."

"Yes, I violated the classroom discipline." Vincent looked into his eyes calmly, "And I was the one who questioned your teaching ability."

The classroom was so quiet that even breathing could hardly be heard.

Snape walked down the podium with a grin and stood in front of Vincent, "Wayne, with your excellent grades, shouldn't you have learned about werewolves earlier?"

"No." Vincent raised his head slightly, almost looking at him at eye level, "You just said that Professor Lupin's teaching is disorganized, but I think your jumpy teaching should consider our learning progress more."

It's a werewolf that even adult wizards may not be able to deal with, so it's a miracle if you can teach it.

"Hehe——" Snape leaned his big face over, "According to your learning progress, you may not have the opportunity to learn about werewolves this semester."

Vincent did not retreat but advanced, almost hitting his big nose, "Professor, I'm not in a hurry at all."

"Wayne, your naive thoughts will not only kill you, but also kill everyone."

"We are in school, and I believe we are safe."

Snape glanced at the scar on his neck, "It seems that you haven't learned enough lessons."

Vincent didn't dodge his eyes, and continued to look at him openly, "No, I just tried to distinguish right from wrong, and finally made my own decision."

Compared to Vincent's frankness, Snape's eyes flashed with a moment of guilt.

The reason why Lupin lost his mind was that there was something wrong with the wolfsbane potion.

Knowing that the effect would be a little worse, he still took it directly.

However, the potion tools used by Snape were "donated" by Vincent, and there were any problems...

No, you can't escape.

Snape straightened up, turned around and walked to the podium, and closed the textbook with a "snap".

The students were all very surprised, especially Vincent who was ready to "confront the professor".

This shameless and insidious old bat admitted defeat?

It's impossible. He would rather believe that Fudge would step down tomorrow than believe that Snape was admitting his mistakes.

"Sit down! Wayne!"

Hmm, that's right.

After Vincent sat down, Snape flipped through the pages of the textbook again.

He was getting faster and faster, and finally stopped at the last chapter.

"Since Wayne thinks we shouldn't learn about werewolves, let's learn something more urgent today."

He pulled out his wand to float the textbook, so that all students could clearly see the horrific illustrations on it.

This is a Dementor wearing a tattered cloak, with a severely twisted and rotten body.

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