Chapter 122 It’s really long (Second update~Please subscribe~)

Ron was stunned.

After Harry talked to himself for a while, he made some progress.

But Hermione...

If you think about it for yourself, you will see such great progress.

Is this the strength of the second grader?

Hermione couldn't control her mood and grinned.

"Hermione, how did you do it?" Ron couldn't help but ask, he was very envious.

"The power of emotions." Hermione waved her hand and became unusually modest and reserved, "Just like Harry said, just be full of emotions and beliefs."

Ron held the wand and lowered his head in thought.

He was obviously the same, and he was determined enough to call out that pervert's name and break the shackles of fear.

I was panting from exhaustion and kept screaming.

If other professors, even Professor McGonagall, would have the courage to intercede, but facing Snape, they could not muster up that much courage.

"It's due next Monday."

Ron felt relieved and his mind became active: "If Professor Luping can come back next Monday, wouldn't it mean that I don't have to write this paper?"

The little wizards were shocked.

Ron was also in pain, even in the eyes of most Gryffindors, he had become the most enthusiastic study fan after Harry and Hermione: "Twenty inches!"

Ron was thoughtful, and the content of the class went through his mind. He paused and looked at Harry in fear.

That's nearly half a meter.

Compared with the mysterious man, a werewolf with self-control is indeed very safe.

A man is possessed by a mysterious man, and the external story is that Quirrell is an extremely dangerous dark wizard.

Harry and Hermione nodded.

Worse than Hermione?

The Divination class has a five-inch article, and the Transfiguration class has just assigned an eight-inch article. Only half a day has passed in the week.

In fact, there is no need to wait for next Monday or Friday, Professor Lu Ping will return to continue teaching them.

"By the way, I have to remind the Gryffindors."

"Do they really know?" Ron couldn't believe it, "That's a werewolf."

But how...

Let alone a twenty-inch paper, it is normal to capture a werewolf, dissect it in class, and explain it to them.

Although Harry gained some experience after the incident on the Quidditch pitch, he still didn't make much progress with the Patronus Charm.

"You don't need to be so anxious. You can write slowly." Harry shook his head and said softly.

He did not try rashly, and planned to wait until Monday to ask Dumbledore for advice.

"Have you been wasting your time with these things that a freshman can handle?"

Harry looked at Hermione, trying to figure out the emotions he sensed from Dumbledore on the Quidditch pitch today. The expression on Hermione's face was almost the same as his, but without the "anger".

"He's safe, isn't he?"

Hermione thought of something and turned around in fear, looking at Harry.

They happened to walk into the auditorium.

Snape glanced at them and said calmly: "Very good, no one is late, including the reckless and brainless Gryffindors."

He waved his magic wand, and the book in front of him flipped quickly, stopping at nearly one-twentieth of the way: "Now everyone, turn to the last chapter."

"Red hat, Grindelwald..."

Professor Lupine's classes are always interesting.

He could feel that his patron saint was about to change.

"Professor Lupine will definitely get sick once a month, and it will almost always be at this time." Hermione said with certainty.

The school bell rings.

"I remember in Hufflepuff's fifth year, the first lesson on Monday was Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

What a group of immature little lions, he carefully put away his copy of the paper.

It's really a "dark magical creature" that I haven't seen in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

"Today we're going to learn how to deal with a dangerous, stupid creature of the dark arts - a werewolf."

There was a lot of laughter and laughter at the Hufflepuff long table. There were several fifth-year students they were familiar with, talking and laughing, and they didn't seem to know about this.

Yes, that's Professor Snape.

The key is that the paper in hand is more than that.

"It's due next Monday, and there's only one week left." Ron tugged at his hair. If he only had this one article in a week, he wouldn't be so anxious.

Ron was startled.

"Professor Snape must be seeking revenge. He has always wanted to get the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he has never been able to get it. His mentality has been distorted!"

Before he could ask a question.

They have been able to skillfully cast the patron saint spell, and the silvery white mist is also very rich, but they are still just one step away from becoming a reality.

"I think Mr. Thomas should know that I don't like to be disturbed during class."

Hermione interrupted: "So what if it's a werewolf?"

"Each person has an essay on how to identify a werewolf in its untransformed state and how to kill a werewolf, twenty inches."

But for the third grade wizards, their performance was already good enough.

It's just one step away from being reborn and transformed from the ordinary.

They spent the entire weekend wondering what it could be?

But when they entered the classroom, their hearts suddenly became cold.

"Five points from Gryffindor."

One was also possessed by a mysterious man. According to external reports, it was a dark wizard who used black magic tools to control the students and professors in the castle.

The little wizards howled.

Seamus waved his wand and blew up his half-written paper. The other little wizards also followed suit, tearing up the parchment and scattering it into the sky like fireworks, and celebrated happily.

As he spoke, he paused and his tone became dangerous.

"Where is Professor Lupin?" A young wizard mustered up the courage and raised his hand to ask.

"Harry knew it a long time ago, and I just found out just now." Hermione said softly, "According to Professor Snape's almost explicit way, many people should already know it."

"Looking for Hedwig?" Harry asked tentatively, looking at their anxious expressions.

But neither of them was satisfied. They didn't need Professor Potter's instructions. They flipped through Harry's notes and started to write a paper on the Patronus Charm very actively. Even Ron's paper was nine inches long.

The little lions gnashed their teeth.

"Think about it, what kind of professors have we had in the past two years?"

"It's just a werewolf." Harry said as he sat down. "The professors know his identity, and when he was at his most dangerous, he even knew how to hide."

How is it possible to write it?

But it's like constipation.

Twenty inches!

Defense Against the Dark Arts was the pillar that sustained them throughout the morning.

It wasn't until December that the first winter snow fell.

"Every word of this paper must be written by you personally. The professors are not fools. It is not that they cannot see that the papers submitted by the little wizards have reference marks."

Ron was stunned. He was persuaded, picked up his fork, pulled over a plate of beef ribs, and nodded.

Saturday morning.

A group of gurgling spirits nodded.

"Professor Lupine's class will be next Monday." Hermione added, "Professor Lupine will have recovered from his illness by then."

No matter how hard Harry tried, he just couldn't get out.

"But next month, Professor Snape will take over the class." Harry broke his fantasy.

Ron swallowed the beef in his mouth: "It's most likely not possible."
To be continued...