October 17th.

On a full moon night, the top of Hogwarts.

Harry was alone at the top, with the cold wind blowing constantly.

The moon is big and round tonight.

It's like descending over Hogwarts.

Harry lowered his head and looked through the walls into a bright, light yellow office.

That's Lupine's office.

The lights are brightly lit and the fireplace is blazing, feeling warm on this cold night.

There is a water tank standing in the corner of the office.

A disgusting green monster with sharp horns pressed its face against the glass, making various grimaces while constantly stretching and flexing its long and thin fingers.

This is a type of water monster that likes to ambush in swamps and attack wizards and travelers passing by.

Their fingers are their most powerful weapons.

Water monsters are not difficult to deal with because their fingers are actually brittle.

Without their fingers, they are just tigers with their teeth and claws removed, posing no threat.

Lupine sat on a soft chair, close to the stove, very quiet.

Boom!

Someone knocks on the door

"Come in." Lu Ping seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

The door opened and Snape walked in, holding a goblet with a slightly smoky goblet in his hand.

When he saw Lupine, he stopped and narrowed his dark eyes.

"I really want to see how your students will react tomorrow when they find their beloved Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher turned into a cold werewolf corpse." Snape said softly.

Lupine smiled and said, "Severus, I know you wouldn't do that. Thank you very much for the medicine. Can you put it on the table?"

Snape put down the smoking glass and looked back and forth between Lupine and his room.

"This is a Grindylow I just received. I'm going to give it to the students for class." Lupine said happily, pointing to the water tank.

Snape said disdainfully: "Childish, do you treat them as three-year-olds?"

"If it were me, dealing with these monsters is something they should learn in the first grade. Today's students are really worse than the last..."

Lupine said in a slightly showy tone: "Sorry, Severus, I am the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts now, and my students like me very much."

Snape's face turned ugly: "But no one can serve in this position for a full year. It would be better if you don't die."

"You'd better drink this potion as soon as possible. I made a full pot of it, just in case you still need it."

"I should probably drink some more tomorrow. Thank you very much, Severus."

"You're welcome," Snape said, his face unsmiling and stiff.

Lu Ping said regretfully: "I'm not very good at medicine, and this medicine is very complicated."

He picked up the wine glass and smelled it, "This smell is really painful. It's a pity that it doesn't work after adding sugar."

He took a sip and shuddered.

"If I had studied seriously in Potions class, I wouldn't have bothered you."

Snape said coldly: "This is not a potion that can be prepared by just learning some superficial knowledge of potions from the textbook. There are not many wizards who can prepare this kind of potion, and this is specially made by me."

Lupine laughed twice and drank a large cup of poison that looked like a witch's preparation.

Then, a look of pain appeared on his face.

Snape felt relieved and prepared to leave.

Lupine suddenly said: "Well, Severus, about Black..."

He wanted to inoculate Snape first, because he knew that Snape was full of hatred for Black.

Snape turned around suddenly: "Lupin, I don't want to hear this name again. If he dares to appear in front of me, I will make him regret living in the world. At that time, he will know that living in Azkaban

What a wonderful thing.”

Lupine couldn't open his mouth to say that it was Peter who killed Lily and that Sirius Black was wrongly accused.

Because there is no difference to Snape, whether it is Peter or Brett, they are all Lily's friends.

Anyway, it was her friend who killed Lily.

His pain will not be reduced one bit, it will just be transferred.

Looking at Snape's ferocious look, Lupine had no doubt that if he insisted that Black was not the murderer.

I am afraid that Snape may even suspect that it was not just Black who killed Lily, but he might also be Black's accomplice.

…

Friday day.

Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

When the students opened the door happily and came in, what they saw was Snape's gloomy face.

But there was still a trace of pride on that face.

Although I am a substitute teacher, I am still a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, right?

"Okay, sit down quickly." Snape urged.

The smiles on the students' faces disappeared.

"Your professor is feeling a little unwell, so he asked me to teach for you."

"What happened to him?" someone asked.

Snape said impatiently: "I can't die." There was regret in his words.

"Remember, don't ask questions in my class. I don't have the patience like Lupin to answer your unimportant questions." His black eyes sparkled.

"I looked at Lupine's teaching records, and there was nothing there. I'm afraid this is his first time as a teacher, and he doesn't know what to do at all." Snape sneered.

As the saying goes, there is no harm without contrast.

Because I have never experienced a good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, compared with Quirrell and Lockhart, Lupine's level is already very high and his teaching is not bad.

But in the opinion of Snape, who was qualified to be considered a special teacher in the wizarding world, Lupine's teaching level was very problematic. He had no outline and taught casually.

At most, it can be said that he did a good job in interacting with students and stimulating the classroom atmosphere.

But Snape thought it was the most useless thing.

The professor only needs to pour important knowledge into the students' minds.

Everything else is just fancy and embellishment.

So the first few minutes became Snape's critical lesson against Lupine.

Snape loudly criticized Lupin's shortcomings and shortcomings with disdain on his face.

It means giving guidance to the country.

"Sorry, Professor, we have learned how to deal with Boggarts, Red Hat, Cabba and Grindylow. He is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I have ever seen. We are still going to learn..." Hermione couldn't listen anymore.

Say it quickly.

"Ignorance!" He had expected Hermione's interruption, or should have been used to it.

He said angrily: "Am I wrong to say that his lectures are disorganized? It's because you are too easily satisfied and your horizons are too small."

"Defence Against the Dark Arts is a class that teaches you how to survive in the face of various dangers in the future, but Professor Lupine obviously treats you like flowers in the greenhouse. You are too relaxed."

He sneered: "He should be a professor of Potions. He will definitely take good care of the flowers in the greenhouse..."

"If you ask me, first-year students should be able to deal with the red hat, Grindylow. If I were to teach you, you should have the strength to form a team to fight against the dragon before graduating from seventh grade!"

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

There was a sound of gasping for air in the whole room.

Snape said: "Okay, let's start class now, turn the book back."

The classmates stared at Snape and turned to the last few pages of the book.

That's definitely not what they should learn now.
Chapter completed!