The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Get out of the way, I have something to see Dumbledore!" On the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, in front of an ugly giant stone beast, Minister of Magic Connelly Fudge shouted anxiously.

It's a pity that the stone beast did not let go of the way because the stout little man in front of him was the Minister of Magic. It still asked lazily, "Password?"

Fudge was already furious, but there was nothing he could do...

"Red wine chocolate!" A familiar and majestic voice suddenly came from behind Fudge.

The stone beast suddenly jumped to the side, the wall behind it cracked in half, and behind the wall was a spiral staircase...

"Connelly?" Albus Dumbledore walked over, his pale blue eyes staring at each other calmly through the half-moon glasses.

"Dumbledore..." Fudge couldn't help but weaken a bit.

"I think you should give me an explanation!" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a hint of anger: "Why did the Dementors break into the campus privately, I don't think this was included in the prior promise... They almost killed a student!"

"This is an accident..." Fudge said with a stammer: "This kind of thing won't happen again in the future!"

"I hope you can keep your promise this time!" As he said, Dumbledore walked into his office without looking back.

"Wait, Dumbledore!" the Minister of Magic seemed to remember his purpose this time, he shouted: "Hogwarts needs to be responsible for the casualties of the Dementors!"

"Dementor casualties?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"Two Dementors were brutally killed, and three were seriously wounded!" Fudge tried to sound angrier: "They're Azkaban's guards, they're Ministry of Magic law enforcement officers...even if they were Breaking into the Hogwarts campus, you can't insult them like this!"

"Really?" Dumbledore seemed to blink, his movements were so slight that even Fudge, who was close at hand, did not notice:

"I'm sorry, Connelly...but it was also an accident...it won't happen again in the future!"

Dumbledore returned to his office.

Fudge tried to catch up, but was once again blocked by the ugly giant stone beast: "Password?"

The Minister of Magic, Connelly Fudge, gritted his teeth resentfully.

He lowered his head, and his tone became calm and loud: "Then farewell, Professor Dumbledore!"

...

Jon had just climbed into the two barrels at the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room when he heard deafening cheers from inside.

Almost all of the Hufflepuff students were here to celebrate—celebrating their victory even in such bad weather.

Probably only the captain of the Quidditch team, Cedric Diggory, was sitting there a little bored.

"What happened to Cedric?" Jon asked Susan Burns next to him.

"At the end of the game, Dementors suddenly broke into the Quidditch pitch!" Susan replied: "Gryffindor Seeker Potter was attacked by Dementors and fell off his broomstick. Come down; Cedric didn't notice this, he caught the Snitch just then..."

"I've never seen Professor Dumbledore so angry! He ran to the pitch, waved his wand, and rescued Potter; then shot the Dementors with silver light and drove them away!"

"Cedric was going to interrupt the game and try to replay it another day; but Mrs Hooch disagreed, and he gave us a 180-80 win... Anyway, we won the fair, even Gryffindor's The players admit it," Susan continued.

"Is that so..." Jon nodded.

Back in the dormitory, Jon flipped open the calendar and found that the next Monday had been circled by him with a red pen.

This also means that the night of that day is the night of the full moon.

And on Monday afternoon, there happened to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

...

The dementor attack that occurred during the Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor did not cause much disturbance.

On Monday afternoon, Jon showed up in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom on time.

"Guess what Professor Lupin is going to talk about in this class?" Astoria sat beside him and asked softly, "I remember last week he taught us how to break Grindylow's claws. So funny!"

"I don't know!" Jon flipped through the catalogue of the textbook: "If it follows the process, it should be Hinkpunk, but there may be some surprises!"

"If it's dealing with a dwarf pig monster or a Tibetan snowman, that's pretty good too!" Astoria also began to flip through the book.

Almost all Hufflepuff and Slytherin students were eagerly discussing before class... Defense Against the Dark Arts class is almost their most popular class.

But with the sound of heavy footsteps, the sound in the classroom stopped abruptly.

"Professor Snape?" Astoria couldn't help shouting softly.

"Why not Professor Lupin?" exclaimed Zacharias-Smith.

"Lupin said he's too sick to go to class today." Severus Snape sneered, then stepped onto the podium: "So this Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be replaced by me."

"What happened to Professor Lupin?" Zacharis still refused to give up.

"No life in danger." Snape's black eyes flashed with anger. "Five points from Hufflepuff!"

Zacharis closed his mouth knowingly.

Snape started flipping through a copy of Defence Against the Dark Arts Fundamentals on the podium, turning a few pages from back to front.

Jon opened his textbook and turned to the last chapter. Sure enough, the content of this chapter is "Wolfman"!

"Wolfman!" Snape said contemptuously.

"But, sir... We have just learned Red Hat, Kabbah and Grindylo..." Slytherin's Selwyn summoned the courage to stand up: "So we haven't learned the werewolf yet, according to the order, we should It's Hinkpunk..."

"Shut up, Miss Selwyn!" Snape's tone was deadly dead: "I don't want to express my opinion on Professor Lupin's incoherent teaching; now, turn your textbook to 399. Fourteen pages..."

Everyone had to open their books, but apparently most of the students were quite disappointed.

"Hart!"

Hearing Snape call his name, Jon snapped and stood up: "Professor!"

"You tell me now, how can you tell the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?" Snape ordered.

"This..." Jon organized some language: "There are many differences between a werewolf and a real wolf, such as the werewolf's snout..."

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