The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

The wind and rain today seemed to be more violent than before. The corridors and classrooms in the castle were black, so I had to light more torches and lights.

Slytherin's Quidditch team was sitting on the viewing platform with a complacent look as if they were playing in this stormy weather all day, thinking it would ruin their chances of winning consecutive championships.

So the first Quidditch game changed from snake to lion to badger to lion.

"Flint's excuse is that their team members have diarrhea..." Wood said, baring his teeth in a rage, which perfectly interprets the meaning of incompetent rage.

Cedric accepted this switch calmly. After all, as Hufflepuff, what they are most afraid of is hard work, so they don’t care about these weather factors in their daily training.

Rolf, who was sitting in the Black Magic Defense class, looked out. This kind of weather that could not be stopped was really annoying.

"Okay, I'll teach you the class today!" Just as the little wizards were waiting for Professor Lupin to teach them with anticipation, the professor they didn't want to see in the school walked into the classroom.

Snape looked around the class and said, "Professor Lupin did not leave a record that could explain the progress of your class..." Just as Snape was about to continue saying something, a voice interrupted him. He was such a warrior!

"Sir, we have learned Boggart, Red Hat, Kaba and Grindillo," said Hermione quickly, "we're just about to start..."

"Quiet," Snape said coldly, "I didn't ask you. I just commented on Professor Lupin's lack of organized teaching."

The little wizards below were instantly in anger and discussed it one after another. Could this be a prank? But today is not April Fool's Day.

Rolf sat in front, watching him quickly flip the textbook clearly, turning to the last chapter, which was also very interesting.

"Werewolf!" Professor Snape said with a little excitement, his voice echoed in the classroom, and the little wizards finally took out their black magic defense textbooks like accepting their fate.

"But, sir," said Hermione, who was sitting at the Gryffindor College, raised her hand, and seemed unable to control herself, "we shouldn't learn weepwolf yet, we should start learning from Hink Punk!"

"Miss Granger," said Snape, his voice as calm as death, "I feel like I'm teaching, not you.

I tell you all, turn to page 394." He looked around again, "You all! Now! Turn to page 394, I don't want to repeat it again!"

Many people in the class exchanged their eyes secretly in pain, and some people muttered gloomyly, and everyone opened the book.

Just as Professor Snape was about to start a lesson that made him very excited today, the teacher's door was pushed open very violently.

The little wizards all raised their heads in surprise, just as they expected that the physical education teacher who had been ill in bed all year round could rescue them from math or Chinese classes.

"Sorry, I'm late, Professor Lupin, I..." Harry hurriedly pushed open the door and walked in anxiously.

However, what looked at him on the podium was not the Professor Lupin he was expecting, but the Professor Snape who was least expecting.

"This lesson started ten minutes ago, Potter, I think it should be a ten-dump for Gryffindor. Sit down."

But Harry didn't move, but asked anxiously: "Where has Professor Lupin gone?"

"He said he was too sick to attend class today," Snape said, grinning, "Didn't I ask you to sit down?"

But Harry stood still, as if he didn't understand, and he wouldn't let it go: "Why is he not good?"

Snape's black eyes emitted a dangerous light. This little devil who kept provoking him was really annoying, or was my Harley more charming.

"No life is in danger," he said, looking like he hoped. "Another five points are deducted from Gryffindor, if I ask you to sit down again and you don't sit down, then fifty points are deducted."

After hearing this, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly walked to his seat and sat down.

"Who can tell me how to distinguish between a werewolf and a real wolf?" Professor Snape saw that the little devil he hated was finally sent and continued to start his Dark Defence course.

Everyone sat there silently, motionless, as if they were taking potions class, because they knew that if something went wrong, they would welcome Professor Snape's "praise of love".

Of course, among these motionless students, except Hermione, because her hands were raised straight in the air as usual.

"Who can answer?" Snape ignored Hermione completely, as if the air was there.

He grinned again: "Are you telling me that Professor Lupin has not taught you the basic difference between the two?"

"We tell you," Parvati said suddenly, "we haven't learned the chapter of werewolf yet, we're still learning..."

It turns out that Gryffindor, who is known for his courage, dares to rebel Snape?

"Quiet!" Snape roared, "Okay, OK, OK, I never thought I would encounter a third-year student who couldn't recognize the werewolf. I want to write it down and tell Professor Dumbledore how behind you are!"

"Sir," said Hermione, still holding her hands, "There are several places where werewolf and the real wolf are different. The mouth and nose of the werewolf..."

But before Hermione could continue, she was interrupted again. "This is your second time to speak first, Granger,"

Snape said coldly, "For a Miss All-Time Miss, who is unbearable, Gryffindor will be deducted five more points."

Hermione's face turned red, she lowered her hand, stared at the ground, her eyes filled with tears.

The whole class stared at Professor Snape, which showed how much everyone hated Snape. It seemed that no one in the entire academy wanted to take his class.

Ron shouted: "You ask us a question and she knows the answer! If you don't want the answer, why do you want to ask?"

Oh my God! Rolf is brave enough to save his wife. Rolf is watching the show. Unexpectedly, Ron is so manly at the same time?

The whole class immediately realized that Ron had just said too much, and Professor Snape slowly walked towards Ron as they expected, and the whole classroom held his breath.

"Stay after school, Weasley." Professor Snape said hilariously, his face close to Ron's. "If I hear you criticize my teaching method again, you will regret it very much.

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No one made any noise in the class since then. Everyone sat and took notes about werewolf based on textbooks, while Snape walked back and forth between desks to check the studies they had completed during the class Lupin.

"The explanation is very bad, this is wrong. Kaba is more in Mongolia. Professor Lupin said it is eight out of ten? Haha, I say it is less than three out of ten!" Professor Snape was spared no effort to belittle Lu Lu.

Professor Ping’s teaching achievements.

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