Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 245 Targeting and Courses

The students suddenly discovered that there was a new person in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was so sudden.

And it was extremely unfortunate that Harry, one of the students, did not know the news in advance - this was a matter of course, and Professor Lupine did not need to report everything to him.

But Harry never imagined that Snape would be the substitute.

This was a disastrous lesson, and it tortured him terribly.

"Your Professor Lupine is sick, so today, we are going to learn about werewolves."

Snape said in his usual tone, which sounded extremely uncomfortable.

"Potter!" he suddenly shouted.

Harry stood up feeling unhappy, knowing that what happened next would never make him feel better.

"Tell me, how can you tell the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?"

Hermione had originally given up on correcting Snape's teaching plan - it was still early for them to learn about werewolves. But when she heard the question, she still raised her arms high.

Snape turned a blind eye to this and just stared at Harry alone.

"I think a werewolf should at least be in human form, right? Transformed by a wizard--"

"Lots of nonsense." Snape interrupted with a sneer: "Human form? Ridiculous way of identification. Did anyone tell you that a werewolf must stand up straight like a wizard, but can't lie on all fours like a real wolf?"

"But we haven't learned the lesson about werewolves yet!" Ron said angrily, "There's no notice to preview this lesson in advance!"

"Shut up!" Snape glared at him fiercely: "Who gave you the courage to question the professor's teaching methods? Lupin, or your dear Professor Highmore? But -"

His voice suddenly dropped, making the students feel even more uncomfortable.

"At least there is one thing your Professor Heimer does very well - solitary confinement. He really likes to give his students solitary confinement. You like to accept this level of punishment, don't you? You both have it, tonight.

Go to my office for confinement.”

Parvati's eyes widened in shock. Neville not far away was no better than her - she couldn't even close her mouth - just because of this little thing?

Ron - Well, Ron was indeed a little too impatient. He should not have confronted a professor like this in class - especially Snape.

But Harry simply failed to answer a question that he had not prepared for.

In the rest of the class, no one dared to speak. They sat there and copied notes about werewolves from the books. Snape walked back and forth between the desks, checking the homework that Professor Lupine had assigned them.

"It was explained very clearly that Boggarts like dark places and Professor Lupin gave him seven points? I won't even give him two points."

Boggart is the first lesson that students learn from Professor Lupin - there was an interesting episode where Hermione saw Professor McGonagall who loudly said that her homework was unqualified, and then Boggart appeared again

Turned into several other professors - this almost made Hermione collapse and had to stop the class early.

Harry had always felt sorry for this. He did not see the Boggart in front of him, but was placed last. He had some suspicions that Professor Lupin had arranged this deliberately, and was worried that what he would see was Voldemort.

When it comes to Harry, this rumor still holds true.

The bell finally rang, but Snape didn't let them leave.

"Each of you will write a paper for me. The content is how to identify and kill werewolves. I ask you to fill two volumes of parchment on this topic and hand it in on Monday morning. This class needs someone to take good care of it. Weasley

, and Potter, don’t leave yet, we need to make arrangements for your confinement.”

Not to mention how uncomfortable Harry felt, he simply hated Snape for targeting him like this again.

The two of them had no choice but to stay in their seats after putting away their things. Watching the students leave the classroom little by little, Hermione deliberately fell behind and silently told them she would wait for them in the corridor - this was one of the few

There was little consolation. Hermione never had the bad temper she had just recently, and Crookshanks was too busy rehearsing the play to play tricks on Ron's new mouse, Dot - now Crookshanks had learned not to act.

It took a nap, God knows how it got so much sleep every day.

Finally, only Snape, Ron and Harry were left in the classroom.

"I think you will like it." Snape twisted the corners of his mouth, and his smile was full of malice: "There is an abandoned girls' bathroom on the second floor. Go clean it up. When will the confinement be completed?

At the end of the day, I believe you will get along very happily with the residents there."

"Myrtle?" Ron blurted out, his eyes filled with shock.

The expression on Snape's face changed, as if he was wondering why Ron knew Myrtle.

"It's Hermione!" Harry hurriedly shouted loudly before Snape announced a more serious punishment: "Hermione introduced her to us, a very friendly ghost, we all know her!

"

Perhaps because the description of "friendly" seemed too guilty, Snape turned around and left the classroom without embarrassing them any more.

Harry and Ron stared at each other blankly.

"Wait a minute!" Ron suddenly said: "What does cleaning mean? To what extent does it need to be done? Is it simply cleaning, or is it necessary to make that bathroom available again?"

"It should just be cleaning. The two of us alone can't restore all the facilities." Despite this guess, Harry still said with a sad face: "What should I do with the play? Hedwig still has a show to rehearse - and

Quidditch, Wood would go crazy if he knew about it!"

After waiting for a while, Hermione, who was impatient with waiting, rushed into the classroom and asked: "Why don't you come out? I obviously saw Snape leaving for a while."

Ron angrily repeated Snape's punishment, and Hermione covered her mouth in surprise: "How could it be so serious? Even Professor Highmore would not treat a student like this. He has always treated everyone equally, and

No one in particular - how did you mess with him, Harry?"

"I didn't know." Harry said angrily: "Ever since I came to Hogwarts, he has been targeting me - and it's not because my father almost saved his life, so he has been holding a grudge -

-How ungrateful-"

"Harry!" Hermione quickly stopped Harry from saying the more unpleasant words, and at the same time asked with some worry: "Are you affected by the devil again? Isn't it okay now?"

"No." Harry muttered in a low voice, "I'm just losing my temper. Not everything has to do with the devil - let alone people like Snape! He is even more hateful than the devil!"

He was just a student and had no idea how Snape abused his power.

Hermione suggested that they go to Professor McGonagall to intercede. No matter how you look at it, this is an extremely time-consuming punishment. It will delay Harry and Ron a lot of things. Even their homework must be completed in time, otherwise the confinement is likely to continue forever.

Lasting until the end of the semester - these three people have all seen that abandoned bathroom, which can't be tidied up in a short time.

Professor McGonagall's reaction after receiving the news was quite normal, as serious as ever.

"I should not interfere with the teaching methods of other professors in the school - you have made a big mistake, Mr. Weasley," she said seriously.

"But what about Harry?" Ron asked unwillingly: "What about this year's Quidditch Cup? Harry doesn't even have time to train."

Mag was moved.

"Wait until I come back." She stood up and left the office under the expectant eyes of the three people.

After a while, Mag came back.

"Professor Snape promises not to delay your training time." McGonagall shook her head and said, "You can extend it later and start the confinement until a later time - as long as you can get back to the dormitory before the curfew.

"

This is really a strange attitude - Snape actually doesn't care about Gryffindor's Quidditch Cup results, which are directly linked to the final House Cup.

Harry had no choice but to accept this outcome.

"We'll leave Ron's things to you, Hermione." After leaving the office, Harry said to Hermione who looked thoughtful: "We don't have cleaning tools yet. I wonder if I should get them from Filch."

Yes, I hope he won't use this kind of thing as an excuse to embarrass us."

"I don't care anymore." Ron said self-deprecatingly: "You can just turn me into a ghost. I can just find an empty classroom to sit down and don't have to worry about my life at all - there will always be something."

The unlucky guy was punished."

"Not really."

Hermione whispered and motioned for them to look at the other end of the corridor, where two ghosts seemed to be arguing. Next to them stood a helpless Nick, who looked a little at a loss and didn't know how to deal with it.

"It's Barrow, and Ms. Grey."

Hermione recognized the other party's identity: "Wait a minute - is Ms. Gray so powerful? Can she actually make Barrow dare not refute?"

"Perhaps she is too lazy to refute?" Ron had a different opinion: "But Ms. Gray is still very courageous, otherwise how could she provoke Barrow——"

"They are coming." Harry reminded quickly, making the two men shut up immediately.

The so-called quarrel didn't seem to have a good outcome. When Ms. Gray left, she still had a cold expression on her face. Barrow still had that permeable look on his face, looking straight ahead without blinking, not knowing where to look.

Where did they gather?

When passing by them, Harry heard Nick trying to persuade him: "It's really troublesome, isn't it? I knew this problem wouldn't be so easy to solve, otherwise I wouldn't have been hacked to pieces with only a little bit of skin left.

There is a reason, even though I have said it countless times - Hey, hello, what are you doing?"

"What's so troublesome?" Ron asked Harry and Hermione out of the blue.

Nick looked a little dissatisfied: "It's not a good habit to eavesdrop on others. You should learn to respect the ghosts in the school."

"Excuse me - what's so troublesome, Mr. Ghost?" Ron asked again.

Harry and Hermione were both amused, until Barrow glanced at them, making the atmosphere suddenly become extremely gloomy, even terrifying.

"Let's go, Barrow." Nick said: "Toby's education method is not suitable for everyone, and it is not suitable for you - let me tell you, you have some blind trust in him, which is not good.

Maybe we should go meet him together—"

The voices became smaller and smaller as the two left. Ron looked around blankly: "Professor Heimer? Are they talking about Professor Heimer? How does this have anything to do with it?"

Hermione shook her head and said, "Maybe we won't know until tonight."

Hermione said this for a reason. Today's ancient magic class was moved to the evening for some reason. The time is similar to that of astronomy. It is the best time to see the stars. But the location is not so particular. It is not in the castle.

Instead, they gathered in the school playground, which was very close to Hagrid’s cabin.

At night, the students appeared in twos and threes beside the fence of the cabin. Only then did they know that Professor Heimer had already prepared and asked Hagrid to help them light a bonfire for heating in advance, otherwise they would be freezing.

"The fire is very fierce!" Hagrid looked at the flames rising into the sky and smiled, hiding under his beard: "It would be great if there was a fire dragon, the fire it would ignite would definitely be stronger than this!"

Harry glanced worriedly in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. He was afraid that Hagrid's brain would suddenly become obsessed with the fire dragon - don't treat it as a textbook for the next class.

"Professor Hemmer is here!" Neville, who was illuminated by the fire and turned red, suddenly shouted. The students immediately looked over and saw a tall figure walking out of the castle. Strangely, there was another person next to him.

Ron squinted his eyes for a while and asked carefully: "Is that Professor Lupine? Isn't he sick? Why is he here?"

At the same time, Lu Ping, who was pale and weak, looked at the students in the distance and was stunned.

"How I wish you were joking, Toby." He said in a weak voice: "Do you want to reveal my identity in front of them?"

"Where did you think of it?" Toby laughed and said: "How is this possible? I am not as petty as Severus. Look at the homework he assigned, how to kill the werewolf - this man is really bad.

.Well, let me tell you, this has nothing to do with you at all, it is part of the content in ancient magic textbooks - you should go to the Shrieking Shack quickly, if it is later, it will be too late."

Lupine asked one last question before leaving: "So this day was not chosen randomly? What type of magic are you going to teach them?"

"A very peculiar type." Toby looked at Lupine and said: "Divination. Yes, that's right, it is divination. I have already taught them part of the divination course. If tonight goes well enough, I may be able to teach them more.

More students learn how to use their [scepter].”

"I can't wait now to see what their methods are - for example, sweaters, how do you use sweaters to perform ritual magic? It's exciting to think about it."