Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts.

Chapter 80 Who is your teacher!

"Mr. Peter, I think I misheard you. Are you calling me?"

Harry swallowed hard, his voice becoming hoarse, and asked nervously.

Lupin smiled at him, not pressing Harry for more information, and simply said softly.

"You must have heard me right, I was calling you just now. Aren't you called Dali?"

Harry remained vigilant; he was certain he hadn't misheard.

The man in front of me is clearly calling me "Harry"!
Logically speaking, apart from Dumbledore and Severus, no one should know his name.

Under such circumstances, Harry certainly couldn't insist that the person in front of him, whom the other werewolves called "Remus Peter," had just called him by his real name, "Harry."

He could only barely suppress his unease and doubts and continue eating his breakfast, while secretly observing this "Mr. Peter".

After receiving the applesauce, the werewolf acted as if he were really calling "Dudley" instead of "Harry," and resumed his normal behavior, chatting with the children around him who had come to trust him about what lunch would be like.

There is nothing unusual about it.

This performance left Harry somewhat confused again.

Could it be that he really misheard?
However, Lupin's true emotions at this moment were far from the calm and relaxed state he appeared to be.

When he tentatively called out "Harry," and the boy, using the alias Dudley, so naturally agreed to hand him the applesauce, he had already made up his mind.

This is James and Lily's son!
This discovery nearly drove him mad.

Lupin couldn't understand why Harry Potter was here!
What on earth was Dumbledore doing that allowed him to be captured by such a group of werewolves?
Such emotional fluctuations made Lupin unable to even control his breathing. If Harry had observed more closely, he would have noticed that even though "Mr. Peter" was still talking and laughing, the panic in his eyes and his rapid breathing were unmistakable.

Breakfast time passed quickly.

The werewolves certainly wouldn't give the children any time to roam freely; they could only stay in the cave camp, at most having Lupin tell them fairy tales like "Babbidi the Rabbit and Her Frog Stump."

Even so, besides Lupin, there were other werewolves watching from the sidelines, and even if Lupin had time alone with the children, it would never exceed two or three minutes.

This situation didn't change until close to noon.

Something seemed to have happened outside the cave, drawing the attention of Greyback and the others. Many werewolves followed him out, causing the cave's security to be relaxed, and Lupin finally had the opportunity to be alone with Harry!

He seized an opening, suddenly covered Harry's mouth, and forcibly pulled him behind a rock that jutted out from the cave.

At that moment, Harry's heart sank!
Harry, who already suspected the werewolf recognized him, was filled with despair until Lupin leaned close to his ear and whispered something urgent.

"Harry Potter! James and Lily's son, I know it's you!"

Harry's pupils visibly constricted for a moment when he heard his parents' names from Lupin.

He looked up in shock at Lupin's face.

Yesterday, he went to Nottingham with Severus. He knew he was going to investigate a group of werewolves with his teacher, but he didn't know that there was a Ministry of Magic mole among the werewolves!
“You! Who are you!”

After Lupin released his hand from Harry's mouth, Harry asked incredulously.

“I used to be your father’s best friend.” Lupin stared into Harry’s eyes and said earnestly, “We were classmates in the same house at Hogwarts, and we were practically inseparable!”

His words didn't immediately convince Harry; instead, Harry took a few steps back, his eyes fixed on Lupin.

"You're lying! You're clearly, clearly a werewolf!"

Lupin was silent for a few seconds, then a wry smile appeared on his face. "Yes, I am a werewolf, the only werewolf who has ever attended Hogwarts. The reason your father and I became best friends is because they didn't care about my werewolf identity, and they even went to great lengths to be with me during the full moon!"

He didn't avoid Harry's gaze, but instead met the boy's eyes directly.

Harry saw sincerity in his eyes, but without any evidence, he still couldn't simply believe Lupin's words!

Lupin also noticed Harry's doubts.

Unable to provide further proof, he could only resort to saying something else entirely.

“You may doubt my relationship with your father, but you should be able to see here that those children trust me because I saved them a week ago.”

"The reason those other werewolves abused me and took my wand was because I protected these children and kept them from harm."

"That's enough to prove I'm different from other werewolves, isn't it?"

When Lupin said these words, his tone even sounded like a humble plea.

Just as Harry refused to believe Lupin because of his werewolf identity, Lupin himself hated himself for being a damn werewolf!

Harry believed these words.

After spending the morning together, he and Hermione learned from the children who had been captured earlier what had happened, and they both understood that Lupin was different from the other werewolves in their eyes.

"I can trust you."

After finally receiving a positive answer from Harry, Lupin smiled genuinely.

He patted Harry on the shoulder.

“You look almost exactly like your father when you were a child, but where is the scar on your forehead? And your eyes, didn’t you inherit your mother’s green eyes?”

His words further confirmed that he had seen Harry at least when Harry was very young.

Upon hearing this, Harry explained.

"It was my teacher who helped me disguise myself when she took me out of Aunt Penny's house. She told me that my identity could not be known to others, so I always referred to myself as Dudley Dursley."

Lupin keenly noticed the title "teacher".

"Who? Who brought you out of your aunt's house?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, but quickly figured it out. Now that this "Mr. Peter" had discovered his true identity, he would know who his teacher was from the newspaper whenever he had the chance to read it.

Therefore, he did not hide it.

"My teacher was Severus Snape."

After hearing this answer, the air fell silent.

Lupin was clearly stunned. He stared at Harry in utter shock, his hands involuntarily gripping Harry's shoulders tightly.

"Who do you think your teacher is?!"

"Severus Snape, the Potions professor at Hogwarts and the head of Slytherin."

(End of this chapter)