Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 215 What kind of person would ask for leave every time there is a full moon?

In order to protect Ron's young mind, Cohen agreed to lend the Chimera to Hagrid to teach a lesson.

The one who came here was someone who escaped from Greece, and escaped again after Hagrid finished teaching him——

"That doesn't sound safe at all."

That evening, when Coin, Harry, Hermione, and Ron gathered in Hagrid's Hut to discuss the matter, Hermione was extremely worried about it.

"It's perfectly safe," said Hagrid cheerfully. "Korn's Chimera will turn invisible! And no students will report the teacher."

"Hagrid, you're a little too trusting of students." Harry was also worried, "I think the Slytherin students are very likely to report you..."

"Especially Malfoy," Ron reminded him, "he had a lot of complaints about Hagrid in the last class..."

"Not Malfoy," said Coin.

Harry and Coin's eyes locked for a second. Last semester, Harry learned that Coin had gone to the Malfoys' house to ask for information under the pretext of Voldemort.

"Don't worry - one day everyone will like Chimeras." Hagrid said, patting his chest.

Everyone will become Dementor-possessed one day.

Cohen thought of this sentence for no reason.

"Oh—it's getting late. You should hurry back to the castle." Hagrid saw the sky gradually darkening outside. "Especially when Sirius Black is still on the run."

Hagrid glanced at Harry uneasily, but Harry didn't understand what Hagrid meant - everyone was worried that Harry would be killed by Black, but Harry felt that Black had no chance of entering Hogwarts.

Although the topic of the next Care of Magical Creatures class had been decided, both Cohen and Hermione suggested that Hagrid teach the theory first and not bring out the Chimera right away - otherwise this monster would definitely scare the students.

The wizarding world has a rather unfriendly record towards Chimeras, and one often hears of Chimeras attacking wizards in Greece.

In addition to the problems that would arise from Hagrid from time to time, Lupin's classes were not going smoothly either - this week's Defense Against the Dark Arts class happened to fall in the middle of the month.

"Snape?!"

On Friday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Ron looked in disbelief at the man who strode into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The way his cape fluttered made him look like a giant bat.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione seemed to appear in the classroom suddenly. She looked around the classroom anxiously, but couldn't find Harry. "It would be okay if he was late for Professor Lupin's class, but he's late for Snape's class..."

"He'll be dragged into the dungeons and gutted by Snape," said Ron.

"He was left behind by Wood to study the game," Cohen recalled. "I saw Wood drag him away during dinner - tomorrow was the first Quidditch match of the term."

"Quiet!"

Snape said to their table,
"It's class time now, ten points deducted from Gryffindor!"

"Five more minutes!" Ron retorted angrily.

"Twenty points," Snape said greasyly. "Two years of school life haven't taught you to 'respect professors', Weasley."

Ron closed his mouth, but continued to glare at Snape fiercely.

Their lessons hadn't started yet because Harry hadn't arrived yet.

In fact, Snape could have started teaching directly, but it seemed that he was waiting for Harry to be "late" so that he could find a reason to deduct Harry's points, so Snape did not start explaining for a long time.

"Bang——" the classroom door was kicked open.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor Lupin, I—" Harry said frantically.

But when Harry looked up, he was surprised to see that it was not Lupin but Snape who was at the podium.

"This class started ten minutes ago, Potter, so ten points from Gryffindor. Sit down," said Snape.

"Where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked.

"He said he was feeling unwell today and couldn't come to class." Snape grinned. "Did I just tell you to 'sit down'?"

"What's wrong with him?" Harry didn't move.

"No life-threatening danger." Snape said, as if he was very sorry that Lupin was not in danger of his life. "Five more points from Gryffindor. If you don't sit down, it will be fifty points."

Harry walked silently towards the table where Cohen and the others were sitting.

"This lesson we're going to study... werewolves," Snape said grimly.

"I'm sorry, sir, we've learned about Boggarts, Cabba and Grindylows, and the next one we're going to learn is—" Hermione raised her hand.

"Quiet," said Snape coldly. "You are progressing too slowly. I think first years should be able to handle red hats and grindylows - so turn to page 394, everyone!"

The students complained a lot - Snape's teaching style was obviously completely inconsistent with Lupin's relaxed and cheerful teaching.

They took a lot of notes on how to identify werewolves and how to avoid being harmed by them. When the bell rang, all the students breathed a sigh of relief.

"Each of you will write a paper and submit it to me on how to identify and kill werewolves. Fill two scrolls of parchment on this topic and hand it in Monday morning."

No one left the classroom without complaining - they would have to spend the whole night there with two full rolls of parchment.

But as she walked out, Hermione seemed lost in thought.

"Cohen, do you remember what phase of the moon is today?" Hermione asked Cohen quietly.

"November 26, 1993, near the full moon," Cohen replied, because they had just had an astronomy class the night before.

"Isn't it a bit strange?" Hermione said, "I mean, Professor Lupin's illness, and Snape's class suddenly skipped at least seven classes to teach werewolves... I remember Professor Lupin didn't show up at the Halloween party either."

"It's hard to say." Coin had promised Lupin not to tell anyone that he was a werewolf, but if Hermione guessed it, there would be nothing he could do.

"It's been three months, this shouldn't be such a coincidence..." Hermione frowned and said, "I need to check the information again..."

"Come on," Cohen encouraged. "When you finish writing Snape's paper, can I borrow some of it?"

"You have to do your own homework!" said Hermione angrily.

Although Hermione would say this every time Cohen and the others wanted to copy their homework, she would always lend it to them on the last night before the homework was due.

"What?" Harry and Ron, who were walking in front, heard the word "homework" and hurried over. "You guys are not really planning to write a paper on Snape, are you? Harry and I have decided that if Snape is still teaching the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class, we will just ask for leave -"

"What's your excuse?" Cohen raised his eyebrows.

"Break each other's legs," said Ron. "It'll also add some extra marks to our Divination class. What a coincidence! Last time, Harry and I wrote in our Divination homework that we'd break our legs in December..."

"What a clever prophecy," Hermione said, pursing her lips.

(End of this chapter)