Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

After escaping from Azkaban, Black finally had a definite trace.

The person who found him was not a wizard, but a Muggle.

It was in a Muggle town. According to the informant, Mr. Benjamin, he found Black at the door of a convenience store.

At first, he didn't recognize him. He just thought it was strange to see a sloppy man sitting on a bench and eating bread crazily, so he looked at him a few more times.

But because of this, the man seemed to be alert and hurriedly took the bread away.

This made Mr. Benjamin feel even more strange.

After a while, Mr. Benjamin suddenly remembered that this man looked very similar to the wanted criminal broadcast on the morning news, and hurried to the police station to report the case.

After some comparison, the police also confirmed that this man was the vicious wanted criminal who had been wanted for more than a month - 'Sirius' Black.

And that town is not too far from Hogwarts, all in Argyll and Bute.

The Daily Prophet also posted a photo of the Muggle who was ecstatic after receiving the 100,000 pounds reward.

Now even a fool knows Black's destination.

Ron looked at Harry with some concern: "He should be looking for you."

"Of course." Malfoy came behind the two of them at some point and smiled evilly:

"Potter, if I were you, I would definitely not be so calm now."

"Then what should I do, show a scared expression?" Harry said without thinking, pretending to tremble, Ron laughed in cooperation, Neville also wanted to laugh, but was choked by the soup.

Malfoy's already pale cheeks became bloodless, only the tip of his nose was slightly red.

But he quickly returned to normal, even with a sneer on his lips: "I don't know how you can laugh, Potter."

"If I were you, I would definitely not stay in school so leisurely and even eat grilled fish."

"I will go find Black and catch him myself."

"Do you want me to die?" Harry looked at him in confusion, "Can you not use such a clumsy provocation? If you can't find me, it should be Black who is anxious. What does it have to do with me?"

"Is that so?" Malfoy smiled mysteriously, "Sometimes ignorance is really a kind of happiness."

After saying that, without paying attention to Harry's reaction, Malfoy returned to the Slytherin table.

"What does he mean by this?" Harry turned his head and looked at Ron in confusion.

"Do I look like such a fool? Why do everyone think I will go find Black?"

Minister Fudge advised him, Mr. Weasley also warned him, and now even Malfoy said so.

"Perhaps it's because of the 10,000 Galleon reward?" Ron said uncertainly: "I heard that if Black is found, not only will the Ministry of Magic give a large sum of gold, but the Muggles will also have a lot of pounds."

"It's indeed a lot..." Harry paused.

That said, he was really tempted.

Ten thousand Galleons!

If he could get this money, it would be enough to pay for Wayne's tuition, and there would be a lot left.

To be honest, if he had Wayne's strength now, he would really take the initiative to find Black and earn ten thousand Galleons.

Now Harry has deeply understood how important Galleons are to a wizard.

With these ten thousand Galleons, Wayne can put Snape on his bed tonight!

But unfortunately he has no Galleons and no strength.

It's better to stay in school honestly.

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Harry didn't react much, but Black's news made the Ministry of Magic and professors alert.

Early the next morning, dozens of Dementors came to Hogwarts, and even Hogsmeade would have Dementors patrolling every evening.

During lunch, Professor McGonagall sternly warned everyone.

Don't run around, don't provoke Dementors.

If she finds anyone doing this, she will immediately write a letter to their parents.

When Professor McGonagall said this, all the little wizards felt cold on their butts. Until now, Seamus and others still eat standing up and sleep on their stomachs.

But Filch didn't mean to let them go at all. Tonight, they had to clean all the boys' bathrooms in the castle and no magic was allowed.

After warning everyone, Professor McGonagall left.

Wayne also pulled Hermione and prepared to go to their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Wait, Wayne!" Justin Finch-Fletch and Ernie Macmillan limped after them.

"Are there any brooches? I want two."

"I want two too."

"Yes, but you have to promise not to do stupid things again." Wayne said vigilantly.

If he makes trouble again, Professor McGonagall will definitely forbid him to sell the Patronus brooch. Without protection, the little wizard will naturally not have the courage to do so.

"Even if you let me go, I won't go." McMillan covered his butt with lingering fear.

What he was afraid of was not the Dementors, but the thorn branches that his father's wand turned into...

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When he came to the classroom, Wayne gave the brooches to several people.

At first they thought the duration was a bit short, but when they heard that the extended version would cost ten Galleons, they immediately felt that this was not short at all.

Lupin hadn't come yet, and the students took out paper and pen, chatting in twos and threes, and their interest was not too high.

Having been cheated by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for two consecutive years, everyone didn't have much expectation, as long as he didn't torment people like Lockhart.

But Wayne knew that it wouldn't take long for everyone's impression of Lupin to change completely.

After all, he has real talent and knowledge, which is gold, and will be stolen wherever he goes.

The bell rang, and Lupin also walked into the classroom, still holding his old box in his hand, and his clothes were not changed, but his face was moreIt was a lot more rosy before, and it seems that he has been eating well recently.

"Good afternoon." Lupin was in a good mood, with a smile on his face.

Looking at the paper and pen in front of everyone, he waved his hand: "Put them all away. Today is a practical class, and you only need wands."

The students put away their textbooks, a little skeptical.

Last year's first class was also a practical class, and Lockhart was almost tortured to death by the Cornish elves.

Will Lupin do the same thing?

Feeling everyone's distrust, Lupin didn't care.

He and Professor McGonagall learned about his two predecessors these two days, and this distrust is normal.

"Okay, the activity location of this class is not in this classroom, follow me."

Everyone followed, crossed the corridor, turned twice, and suddenly heard a shrill laugh from the front.

Peeves was hanging upside down in the air, stuffing gum into the keyhole.

When he saw Lupin, Peeves didn't feel the fear or shame of being caught, but sang instead.

"Lupin the fool, Lupin the lunatic the fool."

Many students showed surprise.

Peeves was always rude and disobedient, but he was still very respectful to the professor. Everyone looked at Lupin curiously, wanting to see how he would react.

Furious or impotent rage?

To everyone's surprise, Lupin still smiled gently.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that. Mr. Filch can't go in and get the broom."

However, Peeves didn't care at all, and even spat provocatively.

Lupin sighed and pulled out his wand.

"This is a very useful little spell." He turned around and said to the little wizards, "Pay attention, you can use it often in the future."

When he raised his wand high, Peeves saw the boy at the end of the team, his expression immediately became terrified, his body straightened, and he bowed deeply.

"Laurence, Master Lawrence!"

"I was wrong, I will leave immediately!"

Before Lupin could chant the spell, Peeves pulled out the gum and slipped away through the thick wall like lightning.

Lupin: "..."

Now it's very embarrassing.

Originally wanted to show it off a little, but before he could do it, Peeves ran away. Now everyone's attention is on Wayne.

Even he is the same.

"Mr. Lawrence," Lupin couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did you do to Peeves that made him so scared of you."

"There was a little friction in the first grade." Wayne thought for a moment, "A small spell I used is more restraining for ghosts."

Harry's eyes flashed.

He really wanted to learn the spell that even Peeves was afraid of.

"Is that so? That's really amazing."

Lupin praised with a polite but awkward smile, and continued to lead the students forward to the staff room.Lounge.

"Come in." Lupin opened the door and said to everyone.

The staff lounge was a long room filled with old chairs. The fireplace was burning fiercely, making it dry and a little hot.

There was only one teacher in the room, Snape, sitting on a chair. When the students came in, he turned his head, put down the newspaper in his hand, and sneered.

When the last Lupin came in and wanted to close the door, Snape stood up and spoke.

"Did the school not assign you a classroom, Lupin? You actually brought a group of people here to attend class."

Lupin raised his eyebrows.

"The classroom is more suitable for taking notes, but the first class should be taken seriously after all, right? There are things that children need here."

"I hope I won't make a mess here. I don't want to have no place to rest next time."

When the two looked at each other, they could almost spit fire.

"By the way." Snape suddenly said, "You just came here, maybe you are not familiar with these students."

"As a person who has been here, I want to give you some advice."

"There is a Neville Longbottom in this class. I suggest you don't teach him anything complicated unless Miss Know-it-all is willing to provide guidance."

Neville's face turned red, and Hermione also glared at Snape angrily, but the old bat seemed not to notice and continued:

"If you really want to have a good first class, you can ask Mr. Lawrence to help you. He is a famous genius. He has improved the wolfsbane potion. He will definitely help you a lot, right?"

Snape deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the wolfsbane potion. Lupin's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Wayne.

The boy was comforting Hermione at this time and ignored the confrontation between the two.

"That's really unfortunate." Lupin breathed a sigh of relief and looked directly into Snape's sinister eyes:

"Genius students don't need my help. Perhaps Neville is more suitable for my teaching style. He happens to be the assistant I chose."

Snape's lips twitched twice, "Then we'll see."

After that, he left, slamming the door shut.

The students looked at each other and exchanged glances crazily.

Susan's eyebrows were about to fly up. She had long felt that Lupin and Snape didn't get along. Seeing this today... there's a big melon!

Were they rivals in love before?

Looking at Hannah, the two adolescent girls immediately imagined a long list of grievances and hatreds.

"Hurry up, we have a lot of students."

Lupin didn't know that someone was already making up a story about him and Snape. He led the little wizards to the end of the room, where there was an old wardrobe.

When he stood next to the wardrobe, the wardrobe suddenly moved and made a loud noise.

All the students jumped back.

"Don't worry, I'm lucky and don't have to spend timeI have prepared teaching aids for you. There is a Boggart here. "

Lupin asked expectantly: "Who can tell me the characteristics of a Boggart?"

Hermione raised her hand.

"Miss Granger." Lupin called his name.

"Boggart is a magical animal that likes darkness and closed spaces. Wardrobes and gaps under beds are where they often appear."

"They can see through our hearts and think that whatever we are afraid of will become what we become."

"I can't explain it more clearly myself." Professor Lupin praised, and the little witch's face was full of joy.

"Our task in this class is to learn how to deal with Boggarts. Everyone line up, Neville, you come first. ”

Just as Lupin had just said, he really called Neville up to demonstrate.

The students quickly lined up according to Lupin's instructions, only Neville came to the closet tremblingly.

"Let's practice the spell first, repeat it with me, funny funny!"

"Funny funny!" The whole class shouted in unison.

"It's simple, isn't it? But when you chant the spell, you must think of those fun things in your heart, faith, spells, all are indispensable, remember?"

"Remember!"

The students have entered the state, they found the difference between Lupin and Lockhart and Quirrell.

It's well-organized and progressive, and everyone can understand it.

"Neville, it's up to you now." Lupin smiled encouragingly at Neville: "Tell me what you are most afraid of first?"

Neville said in a voice with a poor tail: "Professor Snape. "

"Snape?" Lupin nodded in agreement: "I understand you."

Everyone else laughed, Ron and Harry laughed the loudest. Fortunately, there were no Slytherin students here, otherwise they would have a miserable week.

Lupin continued to guide Neville, and he deliberately created an image that Neville thought was funny.

Wayne silently took out a camera, and Hermione was shocked.

"Where did it come from?"

"I borrowed it from Colin before lunch in exchange for promising him to take a photo of me. "Wayne has been waiting for this moment for a long time, and said with great interest.

It's a rare opportunity to disgust Snape. If he misses it, it will be his turn to feel uncomfortable.

Wayne took a picture of Hermione first.

Click!

The flash came on, and Lupin noticed it, but didn't say anything, and continued to talk about techniques with Neville.

"How is the photo?" Wayne handed the photo to Hermione.

"It's just so-so. My head is too big. We are in class now, don't make trouble." Hermione confiscated the photo and said seriously.

Wayne shrugged.

A woman who says one thing and means another.

Finally, Professor Lupin finished speaking and asked Neville to get ready.

Harry in the queue was a little confused.

What is he most afraid of?

Voldemort?

After this impression appeared once, it disappeared, replaced by a hooded figure, and Harry shuddered unconsciously.

"Three! Two! One!"

Lupin left Neville for a distance, pointed his wand at the wardrobe, and a string of sparks opened the wardrobe.

Snape, with a hooked nose, walked out aggressively, staring at Neville fiercely.

"Recite the spell! Neville, you can do it!" Lupin encouraged loudly.

"Slip-funny funny!" Neville screamed, and with a sudden crisp sound, Snape's steps began to stagger and twist. He saw that his clothes had changed, with a tall hat on his head, and a vulture specimen on the hat, and a big red handbag in his hand.

The classmates burst into laughter, and Wayne came to the side at some point and slapped the Boggart fiercely.

The school's news headlines for the next week are here!

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The author is going to the airport now. The next chapter should be posted after he gets home. Don't worry.