Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 143 Lupine Returns
Although Harry thought he was safe, John still didn't expect that Harry, a reckless man, really didn't pay attention to the instructions he wrote.

Looking at Harry, who was cheerful like a fool and sent to the school infirmary again, John was really helpless.

Even if John wanted to teach Harry a lesson, in his current state, he would probably just be silly.

In the end, it was John who used the black magic called "Nightmare Torment" in ancient Egyptian magic to get Harry out of this silly state and return to normal.

On Monday, Harry was finally on his feet, back at the loud and busy school, even though he had to put up with taunts from Draco Malfoy.

After Gryffindor's defeat, Malfoy got carried away.He finally took off the bandages, and to celebrate the use of his arms again, he kept imitating Harry's embarrassment when he dropped his broom.

Malfoy spent most of their ensuing Potions class imitating Dementors in the dungeon.

Ron finally lost control and threw a huge, slippery crocodile heart at Malfoy, hitting him in the face.

As a result, Snape deducted fifty points from Gryffindor.

"If Snape comes to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts again, I'll skip class."

After lunch, as they walked towards Lupine's classroom, Ron said, "Look who's in there, Hermione."

Hermione looked around the door of the classroom and saw a familiar figure.

"That's it!"

Professor Lupine is back to teach.Certainly he looked as though he had been ill, baggy in his otherwise decent attire, with dark shadows under his eyes.

He smiled at everyone as they took their seats, but there was an immediate outburst of complaints about Snape's behavior during Lupine's illness.

"It's not fair. Why is he giving us homework because he's just a substitute?

"We don't even know what a werewolf is!"

"Two rolls of parchment, crazy!"

"Did you tell Professor Snape that we haven't gotten there yet?" Lupine asked, frowning slightly.

There was another chatter.

"Tell me, but he said we are too far behind!"

"He won't listen!"

"Two rolls of parchment!"

Professor Lupine smiled at every outraged face.

"Don't worry. I'll talk to Snape. You don't have to write that paper."

"Oh, come on!" said Hermione with a disappointed look on her face, "I'm done!
They had a very pleasant class, and Professor Lupine brought a glass case containing a Hincklepunk, a tiny one-legged creature that looked like it was made of wisps of smoke and was rather fragile, It didn't look dangerous either.

"It will lead travelers into the mud," said Professor Lupine, and the students took notes. "Did you notice the lantern in its hand? Jump forward... People follow the light... And then..."

Hinkpunk clings to the glass wall, making eerie, crunching noises.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and everyone packed up their things and headed out the door, including Harry, but soon Lupine stopped Harry.

"Wait a minute, Harry," cried Lupine, "I want to say something."

Harry came back and watched as Professor Lupine covered Hinkpunk's case with a cloth.

"I heard about the race," Lupine said, turning back to the podium, and began to put the books in his briefcase. "I'm sorry for your broomstick. Is it possible to fix it?"

"It's impossible," said Harry, "the tree smashed it to pieces."

Lupine sighed.

"They planted the Whomping Willow the year I was at Hogwarts. People used to play a game of trying to touch the trunk, and then a boy called David Gjean nearly went blind. One eye, the school forbids us to get close to it, no broomstick can withstand it."

"Professor, do you know about dementors?" Harry asked with difficulty.

Lupine gave him a quick look.

"I heard, I don't think anyone has seen Professor Dumbledore get so angry. They have been around for a while, and Dumbledore refused to allow these guys to enter the school, which probably annoyed them. No, a If there is a chance, these dark creatures will make a move."

Harry hesitated, and finally he asked the question he'd always wanted to ask: "Why? Why do they have that effect on me? Could it be that I'm weak, as Professor McGonagall said? "

This was only when Harry overheard the conversation between Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey when he was hospitalized this time. After all, he was chosen as the first target by the dementors twice in a row.

"It has nothing to do with weakness," said Professor Lupine flatly, as if reading Harry's mind.

"Dementors affect you more than others because you have fears in your past that no one else has."

A ray of winter sunlight streamed into the classroom, illuminating Lupine's graying hair and the lines on his young face.

"Dementors are one of the ugliest things in the world," continued Lupine with a sigh, "they haunt the darkest and filthiest places, they live in decay and despair, and they take peace, hope, and joy from all around them." sucked out of the air."

"Even Muggles can feel their presence, although Muggles can't see them, and when a dementor is near, all good feelings, all happy memories are sucked out of you."

"If it could, the Dementor would have sucked you down to be like it! Soulless and full of evil, you're left with the worst experience of your life, and your worst experience, Harry, is enough to drive anyone to the bone Chill."

"As they approached me..." Harry said hesitantly, staring at Lupine's desk, his voice tight, "I heard Voldemort killing my mother."

Lupine's arm jerked as if to grab Harry's arm, but he held it back, and there was a moment's silence before Harry spoke again.

"Why are they going to the arena?" Harry asked resentfully.

"They're hungry," said Lupine calmly, slamming the briefcase shut "Dumbledore won't let them in the school, so their source of prey is depleted... I don't think they can resist the noise around the Quidditch pitch." The seduction of a large crowd. That excitement...the heightened emotion...they think it's a feast."

"Azkaban must be terrible," Harry murmured.

Lupine nodded gloomily. Of course he knew the horror of Azkaban. He already knew from Sirius how he avoided the dementors and escaped from Azkaban, and he also knew that from Sirius' reaction. The horror in it may be even more terrifying than they imagined.

"The fortress was built on a lonely island in the vast sea, but it didn't need high walls and sea water to imprison people, because the prisoners were all imprisoned in their own minds, unable to arouse even a single happy thought, most of them People go crazy after a few weeks."

"But Sirius Black dodged them," said Harry slowly, "he got away..."

Lupine stared at the sad-looking Harry. The briefcase in his hand slipped from the table in a distraction, and he leaned over to catch it.

"Yes," he said, straightening up and thinking, "Blake must have found some way to resist them, I thought it was impossible... It is said that dementors can drain the magic power of wizards, if he is with them If it takes too long..."

"But John let the dementors escape twice," Harry said suddenly.

"There are... some defenses," Lupine said, "but Harry, you know, the more they are, the harder it is to resist. John's level has already surpassed all of you, so he can do this." point."

"So when you encounter a large number of dementors, you should escape as soon as possible."

Looking at the worried Professor Lupine, Harry nodded to show that he understood.

"So the way to defend against dementors?" Harry asked quickly. "Can you teach me?"

Lupine looked at Harry's resolute expression, hesitated, and then said, "Well... okay! I'll give it a try, but I'm afraid I can only wait until the next semester. I have a lot of things to do before the holidays."

Lupine already knew from Sirius that at Christmas, John will plan to clear Sirius of his grievances and put Peter Pettigrew on trial, so as James' friend, Lupine will naturally not stand idly by. a force.

In the days that followed, thinking that he could learn from Lupine how to resist dementors, thinking that he might never have to hear his mother's dying voice, and knowing that Ravenclaw had defeated Hufflepuff at the end of November, Harry's mood really improved.

After all, Gryffindor hadn't been knocked out, even though they couldn't afford to lose another game.

Wood regained his frantic energy and led the team to practice as hard as ever in the cold rain that lasted until December.

Harry saw no sign of dementors on campus.

According to our understanding, it seems that this incident aroused the anger of Principal Dumbledore. Under various pressures and the strict requirements of Minister Fudge, the Ministry of Magic withdrew the dementors and sent a large number of Aurors to protect Hogwarts instead.

At the same time, John has thoroughly understood the operating rules of the Ministry of Magic. Now the Minister of Magic is Fudge, but the Minister of Magic is actually John at this moment.

Because of this, John saw a lot of information and documents that ordinary wizards could not access, including a list of Death Eaters who escaped the trial.

And in mid-December, in the minister's office, Fudge and Umbridge lay on the ground like dead dogs, and the severe pain made them incontinent.

John sat on a chair and looked at them indifferently, as if looking at two corpses.

"I said, Fudge, you'd better be honest, otherwise I can't guarantee that the little guy in your body won't eat your heart little by little."

"Also, you'd better take care of that pink toad next to you, and don't let her appear in the future!"

Seeing that the two people lying on the ground did not respond, John released Long Wei directly, and scolded: "Do you understand!"

"Ming...understood..." Fudge's weak voice sounded.

And Umbridge's heart was full of despair at the moment. He thought it was a chance for her to go further, but it turned out to be the beginning of hell.

Now not only have nothing been obtained, even life and death are in the hands of others.

The thought of swallowing the scarab made Umbridge sick.

"Very well, remember, you'd better not have any other thoughts. There are only three things. If there is another time, then you'd better prepare the cemetery in advance." John stood up, walked to Fudge, bowed his head Looking at him, he said coldly.

After speaking, John pushed open the office door and left the office of the Minister of Magic.

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　　Pink Toad has already appeared, and I have prepared a good ending for him. It is too cheap to be taken away by the horsemen in the original book. I have a good idea.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)