Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts.

Chapter 92 Whether it's the Sun or the Moon (4k)

"I told you, the teacher is different now!"

After Greyback left with most of his men, Harry secretly boasted to Lupin in the werewolf camp on the Isle of Man.

Lupin did not deny this. After hearing Severus Snape's name again from Greyback, he could indeed vaguely sense that Harry was right.

“Greybuck was pushed to the limit. This werewolf must have something to rely on. The fact that he left with so many people is very likely that he went to seek support.”

“But they can’t beat the teacher, right?” Harry said confidently.

Seeing Lupin's unwavering trust in Snape, even now, Lupin still feels a dreamlike sense of unreality.

James's son, Sirius's godson.
Snape's student?

Lupin shook his head, banishing the feeling of unreality from his mind, and then answered Harry's question.

“Snape was indeed very strong. He was the most talented student in Slytherin during his school days, and he created a lot of dark magic in his later years.”

"If we're talking about whether he can win or not, there are only a handful of people in the magic world who can confidently say they can defeat him on one hand."

"but."

At this point, Lupin looked up at the three werewolves who had stayed behind in the camp.

He didn't say anything more.

From the dark magic mark that Greyback released, it was clear that the person connected to this group of werewolves was definitely a Death Eater of high status!
The Dark Mark is not something all Death Eaters possess; only core members trusted by Mystic and capable enough can have this honor.

If that's the case, Lupin wasn't sure what stance Snape would take after meeting that Death Eater.

He didn't voice this question because Harry clearly trusted his teacher implicitly, but Lupin only knew rumors about the current Snape; he hadn't seen him in person.

Just as Harry and Lupin were whispering to each other, they suddenly noticed that Hermione, who was sitting not far away, had her back to them, her small body trembling, as if she were secretly crying.

Harry and Lupin exchanged a glance, then quietly sat down next to Hermione.

It turned out that Hermione's hair had become messy and long at some point!
Her chestnut hair had grown almost to her waist. As if she didn't want others to notice her abnormality, she simply cried as she coiled her long hair up and hugged it to her chest.

"Hermione! What happened to you?"

Harry stared at her in shock.

Hermione was completely devoid of her usual independence and strength; her eyes were red as she wiped away tears.

"I...I don't know. I was just thinking about my mom and dad. They're not wizards. I was wondering if they still haven't realized I'm lost. Then I started crying, and while I was crying, my hair started growing longer and longer!"

Lupin listened with astonishment to Hermione's description and the long hair in front of her.

“This is a sign of magic, Hermione.”

he said softly.

These words reminded Harry of his time at the Dursleys' house.

“My Aunt Penny used to always want to cut my hair, but it would always be less than a day after she cut it, and my hair would mysteriously turn back to normal.”

Hermione even forgot to cry; she looked up in astonishment and met Lupin's eyes.

"me?"

Lupin nodded.

"Yes, you are a junior wizard, just like Dudley."

Hermione was clearly stunned by the news; she stammered, never before expressing such self-doubt.

"But...but my mom and dad are just ordinary people."

“No one says only wizards’ children can be wizards,” Lupin explained to Hermione with a smile. “The light of magic can be lit in any child’s body. Muggle children can also become wizards, and there’s a possibility that a wizard’s offspring can’t use magic. There’s no absolute conclusion to this.”

Harry was delighted, he said to Hermione.

"This means you'll be accepted into Hogwarts too! Then we can be classmates!"

When Hermione came to her senses, she didn't show much happiness on her face. She was still sullen, hugging her knees and burying her face in them.

Harry looked puzzled, but Lupin could tell why Hermione was upset.

Both children were captured and taken to the werewolves. Harry remained convinced that his teacher would come to his rescue, a belief confirmed by Greyback.

They had only been arrested for less than a night, and Snape actually showed up at their door.

Hermione knew that her parents were ordinary people who didn't even have the right to know about magic, let alone come to her rescue.

A sensitive child may not necessarily be truly sad that their parents didn't come, but rather they may sense the difference between themselves and Harry.

"Would you like to hear the story of how I first displayed magical signs at home?"

Lupin deliberately used a suspenseful tone to say this.

He drew the attention of both Harry and Hermione, and the little girl looked up at him with her red-rimmed eyes.

Lupin placed his hands on his knees as he recalled.

"That was when I was 8 years old, or more precisely, in the month of my 8th birthday."

“My parents just brought me to Scotland because last month when I turned into a wolf during the full moon, they almost lost control of me. I broke the neighbor’s fence and alerted the people around us, so they hurriedly took me to hide in a rural area of ​​Scotland.”

"I really liked that place because there were many children my age there. They were warm and lively, and they didn't reject me because I was new, nor did they distance themselves from me because of my withdrawn and aloof personality. They invited me to their homes to pick persimmons, and they treated me to apple pies made by their mothers. They invited me to explore caves together and played ball with me on the grass." "But the more friendly they were to me, the more afraid I became, because I knew in my heart that I was different from them. When they came looking for me again, I started to hide. I avoided them, didn't contact them, didn't visit their homes, and didn't play games with them."

"If I didn't feel their friendliness, it might not be a big deal. But when I actually had the opportunity to be with them, to run and jump in the sun like them, while I could only cower in the shadows and watch them from afar, I felt very sad, very sad."

Hermione was clearly completely absorbed in Lupin's story. She sniffed and asked impatiently.

"and then?"

"Then I started to hate myself. I didn't want to eat, refused to communicate with my parents, and spent all day sitting alone by the river, thinking that maybe I should just jump into the water and end my short life."

"You didn't actually do that in the end, did you?" Harry asked nervously.

Lupin smiled.

“If I had actually done that back then, who would the Remus you know now be? It would be my father, Lyle, who noticed my abnormality.”

"If you ever get to see what my dad looks like now, you'd probably have a hard time imagining how shy and introverted he used to be."

"He was an authority in dealing with non-human ghosts. He met my mother, a Muggle working in an insurance office in Cardiff, during a trip to a forest in Wales to investigate Boggarts. He was clearly playing the hero, rescuing my mother from that ferocious Boggart, but he waited several months before expressing his feelings and confessed to her with shame that the Boggart was actually not dangerous to humans; it was just a scare tactic."

"But my birth and my experience of becoming a werewolf changed him."

"He had to support the family and set a good example for me. He transformed from a shy and introverted man into a strong and decisive one. He taught me how to recognize the dark magic creatures in the magical world from a young age, letting me know about their various interesting flaws and how they ensure their own survival."

"Through these things, he wanted me to understand that werewolves are not actually scary. They are not demons or monsters. They also have flaws and weaknesses."

"But during that month in the Scottish countryside, I felt a deep sense of despair. I felt that I would be alone like this for the rest of my life, that I was an outcast full of flaws."

"Finally, on a night when there were only a few days left before the full moon, I secretly ran away. I never used to go out when there was a moon, especially on nights close to the full moon. I was afraid of that celestial body that would turn me into a monster. Even if it wasn't a full moon, I would tremble all over when I looked up and saw it."

“That night I didn’t want to be at home, and I was afraid to be outside in the moonlight, so I ran to the cave that the children had taken me to. I hid inside, hugged the blanket my mother had given me for my seventh birthday, and cried all by myself.”

"As a result, the wind was very strong that night, and I didn't hold the felt tightly enough. It was blown away by the wind and fell onto a tree branch that stretched out from the steep hillside next to the cave."

“I cherished the things my mother gave me and wanted to get them back. At the time, I didn’t care how high or steep the hillside was. After I climbed up the tree and retrieved it, I got scared.”

"The moon that night was very bright and round, almost as bright as a full moon. I hugged the tree trunk tightly, with a felt blanket tucked under my arms, but my hands were trembling uncontrollably."

"I shouted for help, but no one answered me. Only the cold wind lashed against me, making me feel weaker and weaker, and I felt like I could fall off the tree at any moment."

"I was up there for about half an hour? Or forty minutes? I don't remember exactly, but just when I was feeling hopeless, I heard my dad calling my name."

“I responded to him while crying, and he quickly found the path leading to the cave. He stood at the edge of the cave, and although he could have used magic to save me from the tree branch, he didn’t. Instead, he held onto the protruding rocks on the edge with one hand and reached out to me with the other, letting me grab his hand.”

“I was terrified, not just of heights, but of the moon in the sky. Lyle knew what I was afraid of, but he knew even more clearly that if I couldn’t overcome it that night, if I couldn’t overcome the fear in my heart, I would never be able to get out of this dark period for the rest of my life.”

“I don’t know what he was thinking. I was just angry at him for not using magic to save me. I was yelling, ‘I can’t! Dad! I can’t do it! My hands are too weak! I can’t reach out! You can cast a spell!’”

"He was very patient. He patiently encouraged me, 'Remus! We cannot kneel before the glory, whether it be the sun or the moon, they require us to stand tall and look up!'"

“I was sobbing and crying like a crybaby, but I heard his words and I will never forget them. I overcame my fear, tried not to let my body tremble, and let go of the tree trunk, wanting to grab his hand.”

"He was overjoyed. I can imagine how excited he would have been if we had held hands tightly, and how he would have hugged me and praised me as his pride!"

"But just as I was about to grab his hand, the tree trunk finally couldn't withstand my prolonged pressure and broke."

Upon hearing this, Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a small gasp.

Harry instinctively gripped the corner of his robe.

"Lyle had never drawn his wand so quickly before. He was actually fully prepared; even if I did fall, he could guarantee I wouldn't get hurt. But before he could even lift me up, I don't know how, I suddenly found myself hugging the blanket and heading back into the cave!"

"I was still completely stunned when Lyle had already lifted me high in the air. He cheered and shouted excitedly, 'Remus! Did you see that?! You did it all by yourself! You're not a flawed, antisocial person! You're brave, smart, and unique!'"

Lupin blinked, and he and Hermione looked at each other.

Do you think he's right?

Hermione wiped away her tears and nodded repeatedly, expressing her complete agreement.

“Your father is right, Mr. Peter!”

"Then you are the same, Hermione. Not only you, but your parents are too. Even if they are not wizards, they are just ordinary Muggles, but they are unique to you. They love you, they care about you, and you are no worse than anyone else because you have them, just like my parents don't think I'm worse than anyone else."

Lupin calmly and gently soothed the sensitive girl's heart.

Hermione stopped crying and smiled confidently as usual, while Harry looked at Lupin and asked curiously.

"Mr. Peter, does your father know what you're doing right now?"

Lupin fell silent upon hearing Harry's question.

After a long while, he spoke softly.

"It has been a very, very long time since I went back to see him."

This time, not only Harry, but Hermione also asked with great confusion.

"why?"

"I don't know why, but he always felt guilty towards me. I also had a very bad experience as a homeless person, so I didn't dare to disturb his life."

　Two more chapters will be released at 10 PM.

　　
　
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