The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was followed by the Herbal Medicine class. The little witch, who had been affirmed by Professor Lupin, was a little absent-minded throughout the class. She even forgot to answer Professor Sprout's questions. As soon as the get out of class was over, Hermione pulled Loren to Castle ran.

"Loren, since the Wolfsbane potion can keep the professor sane while transforming, why do we have to go to the Shrieking Shack?" Hermione asked as she ran.

"Well..." Loren was silent for a while, "Because this wolfsbane potion is an improved version, and I brewed it."

Hermione's running pace slowed down and she looked at him in surprise: "Huh?"

"Don't worry, nothing will go wrong. We went to the Shrieking Shack just to be safe." Loren pulled her forward in turn.

The two trotted into the foyer, walked non-stop up to the third floor, and arrived at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Hermione took a breath and knocked on the wooden door.

Dong dong dong——

"Please come in." Professor Luping's gentle voice came from inside.

Loren and Hermione pushed open the door and entered. This was an office with very simple decoration, even a simple one. Most of the books on the bookshelf were empty. There were no decorations on the table, but there were several water tanks placed in the corners. Kabbah, Red Hat, Xink Punk...several little monsters they have learned are locked in the box.

Professor Lupine seemed to be reading a letter. When he saw the two people coming in, he put a page of letter paper on the table and said with a smile: "Miss Granger, Mr. Morgan, please sit down."

"Good afternoon, Professor Lupin." Hermione nodded, and sat down at the desk with some restraint. She couldn't stop looking at the corner to see what monsters she hadn't seen yet.

Loren noticed the letter paper on the table. Most people would turn the letter upside down if someone interrupted them while reading a letter. Although the letter paper on the table was also turned upside down and flat, there was also a sentence on the back, which was very concise, Luo Ren. Lun saw it clearly at a glance: Everything is fine, and I wish you the same.

"I remember that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class did not assign any homework to prepare for after class. Miss Granger, let's keep a sense of mystery in future classes." Lupine noticed the little witch's gaze and stood up with a smile and came to the corner. Cover the glass box with fabric.

Hermione's restraint was melted away by the words, and she nodded sheepishly: "Okay, Professor."

"You guys came earlier than I thought..." Lupine poured something like broken biscuits into the box, seemingly feeding the little monsters, "I thought you would come after dinner."

Hermione explained: "Loren said that we can't wait until dark before coming here. No one knows when the moon will rise."

Loren shrugged: "What can I do? There are people who can't wait in the herbal medicine class."

Hermione glared at him.

Lupine smiled: "Have you had dinner?"

"We brought enough food," Loren replied.

After Lupine finished feeding, he clapped his hands and looked at the sky outside, "Then let's go, it's almost time."

…

On an autumn evening, outside Hogwarts Castle, on the path to the Whomping Willow.

The herbal medicine class ended early, and the little wizards also returned to the castle early, so Loren and others didn't meet anyone else along the way. Passing through a large piece of green grass in front of the castle gate, walking on the path between the greenhouse and the vegetable field, the weeds gradually growing on the roadside are full of vitality, and there is no trace of the decadence of autumn. Bare stones are scattered here and there. On the field.

There are mostly evergreen trees in the jungle, and there are no dead trees.

The weather was cloudy, and even if it was approaching evening, the golden glow could not be seen. Only when looking at the sky, some faint yellow could be seen from the layers of clouds and mist.

Professor Lupin led the way, followed by Loren and Hermione.

After passing the greenhouse, I saw a huge willow tree with strangely fluttering branches standing alone in the middle of a field. The leaves on it were a little dry and had some yellow edges.

"That's the Whomping Willow." Lupine turned around and saw the two little wizards looking at him eagerly. He smiled, "I wonder if you guys have figured it out. The secret passage under the Whomping Willow leads directly to Hogmore." The Screaming Shack of Germany.”

"So the residents of Hogsmeade will spread rumors that the Shrieking Shack is haunted?" Hermione's eyes lit up.

Loren looked at the whomping willow swaying in the wind, and thought that it was just like when the town residents spread the news that Grandpa Bates had killed someone. Someone deliberately spread the news to keep people away.

"This cannot be blamed on me. Even though it has been many years since I graduated and left school, the residents of Hogsmeade are still spreading rumors that the Shrieking Shack is haunted. Maybe it is actually haunted?"

Lupine made a joke. He skillfully came to the Whomping Willow, stepped forward lightly, and quickly pressed on the knot on the trunk without disturbing the Whomping Willow.

In an instant, the Whomping Willow shook violently, as if someone had scratched its creaking hole, and trembled several times.

"Follow closely!" Lupine greeted and got into a hole between the roots of the tree.

Loren and Hermione followed. Inside the cave entrance was a slope of pouring earth, and down the slope was a very low tunnel.

Professor Lupin was walking in front with his waist hunched over, the tip of his wand exuding soft fluorescence: "This tree was planted by Principal Dumbledore the year I arrived at Hogwarts. When I was studying, Glen One of the most popular games among the people of Findor was to try to touch the trunk of the Whomping Willow.

"Later, a boy named David Gjeon was beaten so hard that he almost lost one eye. The school didn't allow us to go near it anymore..."

When talking about these past events, Lu Ping's eyes were full of nostalgia, and his voice was unconsciously softer than usual. The echoes collided back and forth in the tunnel, sounding a little ethereal.

"So Professor, did Principal Dumbledore know that you were a werewolf for a long time?" Hermione asked breathlessly from behind.

"Yes." Lupine replied, "Since I was infected with werewolf disease, my parents have tried various methods to reverse this unacceptable fact, but to no avail. The day I received the admission letter to Hogwarts, We were both happy and sad. We all thought I would never be able to go to Hogwarts... As you know, no parents would want their children to have a werewolf classmate.

"Until Principal Dumbledore arrived... he ordered people to plant this whomping willow so that I could have a place to hide myself when the moon turns full."

The three of them kept moving forward along the tunnel, as if there was no end. In the closed space, they didn't know how far they had gone.

"So... what about Wormtail and the others, and what's going on with the Marauder's Map?" Hermione asked carefully, this was a question she had wanted to ask a long time ago.

Wormtail... Hearing this title, Lupine in front was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he continued: "They are friends I met after entering the school, or roommates. Miss Granger, Mr. Morgan, you know, if You have to disappear for one day every month...well, maybe you have to go to the school hospital to recuperate for a few days because you are too weak. No matter how big the secret is, you can't keep it secret."

roommate?

Loren and Hermione looked at each other and fell silent.

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room.

Ron stared at the after-school test questions on the parchment, trying to read the answers from the words, but the lighting in the lounge was not good, and he could not see the results until his eyes were filled with tears.

Rubbing his eyes, Ron shouted to Harry next to him: "Question, if Xinkpunk is in front and Cabba is behind, how should you respond to the enemy without your wand?"

Harry frowned, thought about it seriously, and answered uncertainly: "Punch them in the nose?"

"Oh, I think so too." Ron sighed helplessly, "But the correct answer shouldn't be this."

"It's strange, why are you so active in doing homework today? Don't you usually leave it to the weekend and directly refer to Loren and Hermione's homework?"

"I want to practice Quidditch on the weekend, and I also want to learn the Patronus Charm with you."

"At this time, we should find professionals..." Harry started to look around, but couldn't see the person he was looking for after looking around, "Where are Loren and Hermione?"

"I ran away as soon as the Herbology class was over. I didn't see anyone during dinner. I guess I was hiding somewhere for a date." Ron waved his hand, "Don't look for it. I asked Lavender and she didn't see her either. Over Hermione."

"Damn it!" Harry said through gritted teeth, "How enviable!"

"Hmm..." Ron nodded, suddenly realizing something was wrong, "Huh?"

…

"When I was in second grade, they discovered my little secret..."

In the long, narrow tunnel, the soft glow of the fluorescent spell illuminated the way forward. Lupine used a gentle voice to tell the stories of the previous generation twenty years ago.

"But they didn't reject me because of it, and they laughed and said it was my furry little problem. They spent three years learning Animagus on their own so that they could accompany me together on full-moon nights.

"James' Animagus is a stag, so his nickname is 'Prongs', Sirius is 'Padfoot' and Peter is 'Wormtail'. The days I went to school at Hogwarts were the happiest and most relaxing time in my life..."

The tunnel began to pour upwards, and Loren and Hermione began to climb with some difficulty. After a while, they turned a corner and the light of Professor Lupine and the fluorescent spell disappeared.

After getting out of the hole, the front suddenly opened up, and they came to a dilapidated room.

The whole room was in a mess, with a thick layer of dust, peeling wallpaper, stains all over the floor, scattered pieces of furniture that had been smashed, and the windows were boarded up tightly with dense claw marks all over them. It looks eerie.

Lupine turned to look at them and took off his hat gracefully: "Welcome to the Shrieking Shack, the most famous haunted house in the wizarding world."

He shrugged, "There are no ghosts here though, not even a ghost."

"Professor, was this where you spent the night of the full moon before your transformation?" Loren asked. Both he and Hermione craned their necks and looked around at the dilapidated screaming shack.

From the claw marks on the wooden board, one could vaguely see the pain Lupine suffered back then, which reminded him of Grandpa Bates. Before he went to school, Grandpa Bates also locked himself in a cave to spend the full moon night. The claws scratched one claw mark after another on the stone wall.

"Actually, it's not as bad as you think." Lu Ping led the two of them to the right, and then they saw a wooden door on the right.

Behind the door is a dark hall. Go up the rickety stairs beside the hall wall. Above is a spacious bedroom. The same four-poster bed as in the bedroom is hung with dusty curtains.

"Roar--"

At this moment, Lu Ping suddenly frowned and took a few steps back, holding on to the bedpost. He seemed to freeze, his limbs began to tremble, and a low exhalation sound came from his throat.

"The transformation has begun!" Loren whispered.

The two young wizards took out their wands and retreated out of the door. Loren's arm was held tightly by Hermione, and her fingers began to lose feeling.

After a deep and suppressed exhalation, Lupine's head began to elongate from the mouth to the tip, his waist arched, and his body began to elongate. Gray-black hair grew all over his body, and his fingers curved into sharp claws.

Just when Loren and Hermione's hair stood on end and their muscles tensed on guard, the werewolf Lupine suddenly coughed twice and spit out a few wolf hairs from his mouth. He turned the wolf's head and looked past the two little wizards. staircase:

"Come out, Professor Snape, I smell your hair that hasn't been washed in months!"

"Professor Snape!"

Loren and Hermione exclaimed together, both of them turning to look at the stairs.

"At least I don't smell like an animal."

A cold ridicule came from the shadows at the entrance of the stairs, and ripples appeared in the transparent space. Snape's figure emerged from the ripples. His wand was pressed against his chest, having just lifted the Disillusionment Curse.

"Professor, why are you here?" Loren scratched his head. He didn't look back in the tunnel just now, and he didn't look back when he entered the Shrieking Shack, otherwise he would definitely have discovered Professor Snape's magic power.

Snape glanced at him and did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked to another open space and said, "Come out too, Headmaster, I know you can hear me."

Loren was even more surprised this time.

It shouldn't be. If Dumbledore was here, he would definitely be able to see the magic light like the little sun.

Before Snape finished speaking, a brilliant golden flame suddenly rose next to the four-poster bed. After the feather-like flames scattered, Dumbledore appeared in his blue pajamas.

Behind the crescent-shaped glasses was a pair of blue eyes. Dumbledore blinked with an innocent look: "I just came downstairs to pour a cup of hot cocoa."

Hermione looked at the principal with dull eyes, opened her mouth, wanted to say something but couldn't.

She was already numb, and even if several other professors suddenly came out now, she would not be surprised.

I thought it was a night outing for three people...

Loren looked at the white-bearded old principal meaningfully, tutted and shook his head.

This cunning old guy, in order to avoid his own eyes, actually listened in remotely. If Snape hadn't told him...

Snape then answered Loren's question in a calm voice: "Let me see if your wolfsbane potion is effective, lest you die under the claws of some beast."

Werewolf Lupine spread his paws, looked around and felt, and said gently: "In fact, the potion Loren prepared is much better than the one you sent me during the holiday. I feel more awake and my body is more relaxed."