Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God
Chapter 27 A game in the wind and rain
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In the quiet Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Snape walked back and forth between the desks, checking the work they had completed during Professor Lupin's teaching.
Of course, in this process, criticizing and belittling Lu Ping's teaching standards became his greatest pleasure.
Regarding Snape's behavior, the little wizards dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out, because they knew that that was exactly what Snape wanted to see.
Finally, the bell rang, and Snape didn't let them go.
"Each of you will write a paper for me on how to identify and kill werewolves. This topic should be written on two pieces of parchment and is due on Monday morning. Weasley, stay here and don't leave, we are going to arrange something about you Things I learned late.”
Clark, Hermione and Neville left the classroom with the rest of the class. When everyone was out of earshot, Hermione asked in confusion: "Does Professor Snape have a grudge against Professor Lupin?"
"Why do you say that?" Clark asked.
"If there is no hatred, then why did he hint to us that Professor Lupine is a werewolf?"
Neville was shocked by Hermione's words. He looked around in a panic to make sure there was no one around, and then he felt relieved.
"You already know?" Clark's eyebrows raised.
Hermione smiled, "I wasn't sure at first, but now that you say it, it must be true."
"You actually lied to me?!" Clark smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"How can this be considered a fraud? Isn't it obvious?" Hermione smoothed her hair from her forehead.
"When we first faced the Boggart, Professor Lupine's Boggart turned into a moon. Then there was the potion that Professor Snape needed to brew. Is that Wolfsbane potion?
The most important thing is today's lesson, how to identify werewolves! The Danger of Werewolves! Snape's criticism of Professor Lupin was almost overflowing, and it was hard not to guess. "
When she said this, Neville reacted and couldn't help but nodded.
"I see, but Hermione, only you can guess this kind of thing. If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have thought of it."
As he said that, he looked at Clark again, "If Professor Lupine is really a werewolf, wouldn't it be dangerous for the students if he teaches in the school? How could Professor Dumbledore choose him to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts? Where is the teacher?"
"You can't say that," Hermione couldn't help but retort, "Didn't Professor Lupin do a good job? Besides, with the wolfsbane potion brewed by Professor Snape, even if it changes on a full moon night, As a werewolf, he can still maintain his sanity, so the threat is actually very small."
"But no matter how small the risk is, it can cause irreparable damage to the students."
Neville is also very confused. Professor Lupine can be said to be the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher he has ever seen.
"Hey." Clark sighed.
"Professor Lupine is not easy either. As a werewolf, you can imagine how much he has been ostracized in the wizarding world, and he is unable to engage in many professions.
Besides, since Professor Dumbledore recruited him, he must have a reason, and this matter is not something we should worry about. "
Hermione and Neville kept their mouths shut. Indeed, since Principal Dumbledore knew that Lupine was a werewolf, he must have given it all consideration.
"As for the conflict between Professor Snape and Professor Lupin..." Clark suddenly laughed, "That was all a grudge many years ago."
"Professor Lupine formed a small group with Harry's father, James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.
At that time, Professor Snape was studying in Slytherin and had a somewhat withdrawn personality, but he was good friends with Harry's mother.
Anyway, there was a conflict between them. Although it is impossible to say who is right or wrong, Professor Snape suffered a great loss after four people fought against one, which has always made him worried. "
Clark did not go into great detail about what happened that year. After all, it had already happened and he was not a witness.
But even if there are only a few words, Hermione, as a girl, has made up a lot of plots in her mind.
One is a rich young master with good looks and a group of followers; the other is a childhood sweetheart with a thin body and a poor family. The two fight over a girl, staging a love-hate triangle...
"Four people bullying one person, Harry's father is not doing a very good job."
Neville's words interrupted Hermione's thoughts, "If it were me, even if I was beaten to death, I would have to stare at someone and retaliate harshly to let them know that I am not easy to mess with."
"That's true," Clark nodded, agreeing with Neville. "There is only a difference between zero bullying and countless bullying. This kind of thing must be stopped at the very beginning. Harry's father It was really outrageous at the time.”
"But I think Professor Lupine is actually quite a good person. If Snape had the same bad character as he does now, then it would not be incomprehensible for Harry's father and the others to have a conflict with Snape."
Hermione changed her perspective, expressed her opinion, and then said sadly, "But no matter what, I still hope that Professor Luhu will get better soon. After all, I don't want to experience this kind of Defense Against the Dark Arts class anymore. "
The three of them talked about the old memories of Snape and Professor Lupin, and soon returned to the Gryffindor common room.
Ron, who had been left behind by Snape, had already returned. He was sitting there complaining to Harry, looking very angry.
"Do you know what that guy asked me to do? He actually asked me to clean the chamber pot in the hospital, and he wasn't allowed to use magic!"
Ron gasped in anger and clenched his fists tightly, "Why doesn't Black hide in Snape's office so that he can kill him for us?"
Regarding this matter, Clark and the others could only express their powerlessness.
The next morning, the storm was still sweeping across Hogwarts. The sky outside the castle was as dark as night, with occasional zigzag lightning streaking across the sky.
Clark and the others woke up early. After all, it is difficult to really fall asleep when the thunder rumbles in mid-air, the sound of strong wind hitting the castle walls, and the sound of trees breaking in the distant Forbidden Forest are heard one after another.
The wind was so strong that Clark and Neville didn't talk about getting up early for a morning run. They nestled in the warm quilt and waited until Harry and the others woke up before getting up, getting dressed, and walking out of the dormitory.
In the common room, the sound of the storm became louder. The two waited for a while, and after meeting Hermione, they walked to the Great Hall together to prepare for breakfast.
"The wind is so strong, why not cancel the game and compete at another time?" Hermione's fluffy hair was blown back by the strong wind, which made her very irritated.
"Quidditch, that's it. Many Quidditch matches in history will never be canceled or postponed, no matter how bad the weather is."
As Clark said, he used [Control Small Objects] and used his psychic power to form an air shield in front of him to block the strong wind.
The three of them trudged to the auditorium, feeling cold and hungry. After drinking a large bowl of polenta, they felt a little warmer. When they started eating buttered toast, the Gryffindor team members also finally come.
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"Come on, Harry!" Neville and Harry greeted, and Harry in the team nodded listlessly.
"The weather is not conducive to their performance," Hermione said.
By this time they had finished breakfast and were heading to the Quidditch pitch.
As a very popular sports activity, all the teachers and students of the school came out to watch this competition as usual.
They ran across the storm-swept lawn to the Quidditch pitch, heads lowered against the strong wind. Because their umbrellas were blown away by the wind on the way.
The wind was blowing very hard, but when the Gryffindor players staggered out of the locker room in scarlet robes, the audience still cheered them amidst the rumbling thunder. Even those players Not necessarily audible.
When the captains of both sides stepped forward and shook hands with each other, the game began quickly with a sharp whistle.
In the strong wind, the players flying in the air were like birds struggling in the storm, trying hard to stabilize their bodies and identify the position of the ball.
Clark and others, like other spectators, were hidden under the sea of cloaks and umbrellas blown shapeless by the wind, and it was difficult to distinguish Harry's figure through the pouring rain.
But unfortunately, they could only see vague figures passing by, using red and yellow to roughly distinguish which player they were. As for the ongoing situation of the game, they had no idea.
In such bad weather conditions, they didn't know how long the game lasted. The sky became darker and darker, as if the night had decided to come early. Amidst the huge wind, even Lee Jordan's live broadcast could not be heard clearly. .
Clark's psychic energy was also limited. In this case, it was impossible for him to rely on his powers to withstand the wind and rain, so he, Hermione, and Neville were all soaked to the skin.
Fortunately, just when Clark couldn't help but prepare to sneak away, Mrs. Hooch's whistle was accompanied by the first lightning, faintly coming from the storm, and it was Wood who called for halftime.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked quickly when she saw Clark getting up.
Clark remembered the outcome of today's game in the original book, and said, "Go and do a little favor."
After saying that, he got into the storm.
After a while, Clark ran back again wearing a cloak, and the game continued.
The wind and rain in the sky are still there, and the roar of thunder is followed by forked lightning. The situation is getting more and more dangerous, and it is not getting better at all.
In this case, the best thing to do is for Harry to catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible.
Fortunately, this opportunity came quickly. Harry and Hufflepuff's seeker Cedric discovered the golden little guy almost at the same time. Together, they controlled the broomstick and sped off to swoop away.
Shouts rang through the storm, and the little wizards in the stands noticed what was going on.
But the next moment, something strange happened.
A strange silence passed over the entire Quidditch field. Although the storm was still as violent, it seemed that it had forgotten to roar, as if someone had turned off the volume.
All the little wizards in the stands suddenly lost their voices as if their throats were being strangled, and their faces turned pale.
Clark felt a familiar chill start to hit him and invade his body. At the same time, in his telepathy, black holes so deep that they seemed to swallow everything appeared on the court.
He subconsciously looked toward the black holes, and then discovered that there were at least a hundred dementors standing under the stadium, their faces hidden under their hoods facing the little wizard in the stands.
Sure enough, these guys showed up.
Harry, who was flying in the air, also felt this. He felt as if cold water was rushing up from his chest, and a strange scream sounded in his mind... It was a woman...
"Don't touch Harry! Don't touch Harry, please don't touch Harry!"
"Get out of the way, you stupid woman... get out of my way..."
"Don't touch Harry, please don't, please, if you want to kill, just kill me..."
A numbing cold breath filled Harry's mind, and he couldn't tell whether the surrounding situation was real or illusory. What are you doing?
Under this situation, his hands and feet were weak and he had to loosen his grip on the broom at the next moment. Fortunately, a sudden warmth suddenly burst out from his heart.
This warm current dispelled the biting cold white mist and poured into his stomach. It was as if he had swallowed a large ball of hot chili peppers raw. It instantly warmed him up and even made him feel a little hot.
The power returned to Harry, and everything around him became clear again. The cold rain hit his face, and he remembered that he was playing Quidditch and they were chasing the Golden Snitch.
Golden Snitch!
Harry raised his head, and the golden light was not far away. Next to him, Hufflepuff's Seeker Cedric was running alongside him. Under them, hundreds of dementors wearing black cloaks were standing there. Walking around like ghosts.
His heart lifted, joy and happiness seemed to be leaving him, and a biting chill lingered around him like mist.
But Harry suddenly remembered what Clark said when he suddenly came to him during the pause.
Fortunately, there is still a warm current flowing through his internal organs and blood. No matter how bad the situation in the outside world is, he cannot feel it at all.
It was as if his body and soul were separated, and his current body was just a leather jacket.
"Harry, don't be afraid if something unexpected happens. Believe in yourself, you can do it!" Harry suddenly remembered what Clark had said during the pause.
It must be him!
Harry remembered the miracle that happened to Clark before, he helped him resist the dementors!
With support, Harry regained his confidence. No, to put it another way, maybe he didn't know what it meant to be afraid now.
He pressed his body lower, accelerated and dived forward, with only the golden light in his eyes.
"Hurry!" he roared at his Nimbus 2000, the cold rain hitting his face, "Faster!"
The two shadows, one yellow and one red, were almost in no particular order. However, the next moment, the red figure jumped up, like a lion, knocking away the competitor and pinning his prey under him.
Immediately afterwards, he and his prey fell into the cold and biting fog.
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