This Hogwarts is not normal

Compared with the little lions who always felt a little cold around them, the little badgers didn't feel anything was wrong.

The professor has just changed, not like Quirrell and Lockhart.

When the students all sat down, Snape next to the podium looked at the clock on the wall and muttered something.

"five four three two one……"

The class bell rang, and his face suddenly darkened.

"Da da da -" there was a rush of running sounds outside.

The classroom door opened and Harry and Ron rushed in.

"I'm sorry, Professor Lupine, we're too late—"

As if they had been petrified, the two of them kept standing in the same position as they rushed forward.

Snape glanced over with extremely cold eyes, "Potter, Weasley, this class started 17 seconds ago."

Harry and Ron shuddered as if they had regained consciousness, and then stood still obediently.

"Because of your tardiness, I think Gryffindor should be deducted 10 points."

"Professor, but we-"

"Shut up and sit down."

Harry didn't move, and Ron didn't move either.

"Where's Professor Lupin?"

"He can't come to class." Snape smiled ferociously, "I think I asked you to sit down, right?"

Harry seemed to want to ask something else, but he caught a glimpse of Vincent who kept winking at him.

In Snape's class, being late was a capital offense, and asking questions was also a capital offense.

He sat down obediently with Ron.

Snape next to the podium looked a little disappointed.

If you dare to ask a question, 5 points will be deducted; if you don't sit down, 50 points will be deducted.

Cold eyes stared at Vincent.

There was almost no aggression, and he even glared back.

good, very good.

Snape looked around the students in the classroom, "I'm very disappointed that Professor Lupin didn't leave any teaching records."

The little lions were all furious, but they didn't open their mouths to refute.

"I have to wonder whether his lack of teaching methods can successfully survive when you encounter fatal danger."

Yes, be a little more angry and something ugly.

Snape opened the textbook page by page, "Boggart, Red Hat, Cabba and Grindylow."

He paused and looked to the left and right of the little lions, "You're going to learn hinkpunk next, right?"

Vincent's eyelids were twitching wildly, as if he had guessed something.

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, as if she had guessed something.

""You are too easily satisfied. It seems that Professor Luping has not put any burden on you."

Snape sneered, "I think first-year students are already capable of dealing with Red Hat and Grindylow, and what we are going to discuss today is-"

He flipped through the textbook until he reached the last chapter, "Werewolf."

Hermione subconsciously looked at Vincent who was adjusting his collar.

It's so terrible to kill people and to kill your heart.

Now it's just cynicism, but there will definitely be something more serious next.

"But Professor," she tightened her little hands, "the knowledge of werewolves is too profound, and it is not something we can deal with now."

Snape's eyes quickly locked on her face.

It's here, it's finally here.

His voice was frighteningly calm, "Miss Granger, I seem to remember that the professor of this class is me, not you."

Hermione's lips trembled, as if she couldn't control herself.

"Everyone, turn the textbook to page 394."

She remained motionless, "Professor Snape, I think we should proceed in a cyclical manner instead of-"

"Shut up!" Snape shouted coldly, "Granger, are you questioning my teaching ability?"

"I -" Hermione glanced at Vincent, who shook his head slightly at her.

I can't stand it, I really can't stand it.

Just as she was about to blurt out the words, Vincent stood up very suddenly.

"Professor, Hermione does not question your teaching ability."

"Oh -" Snape smiled ferociously, "Wayne, how do you know Granger is not there? Are you the tapeworm in her belly?"

The little badgers tightened their school robes and finally felt the air around them getting colder.

Vincent did not flinch, standing upright,

"Professor, according to Article 27 of the latest revised "Hogwarts Staff Code", all employees of the school must not doubt any student without reason."

Snape's narrow black eyes stared at him, "Wayne, I remember I never asked you to stand up."

"Yes, I violated the classroom discipline." Vincent looked into his eyes calmly, "And it's me who questions your teaching ability."

The classroom was so eerily quiet that you could barely hear your breathing.

Snape walked down the podium with a grin and stood in front of Vincent, "Wayne, with your excellent grades, shouldn't you learn to be a werewolf earlier?"

"It shouldn't be." Vincent raised his head slightly, almost eye level with him, "You just said that Professor Lu Ping's teaching is unstructured, but I think your jumping teaching should take our learning progress into consideration."

Even adult wizards may not be able to deal with werewolves. If you can teach them, there will be ghosts.

"Hoho—" Snape leaned over with his big face, "According to your study progress, you may not have the opportunity to learn werewolves this semester."

Vincent didn't retreat but advanced, almost touching his big nose, "Professor, I'm not in a hurry."

"Wayne, your naive thoughts will not only kill yourself, but also everyone."

"We are in school, and I believe we are safe."

Snape glanced at the scar on his neck and said, "It seems you haven't learned enough lessons."

Vincent's eyes did not dodge, and he continued to look at him openly, "No, I was just trying to distinguish between right and wrong, and finally made my own decision."

Compared to Vincent's magnanimity, Snape's eyes flashed with guilt for a moment.

The reason why Lu Ping lost his mind was, to put it bluntly, because there was something wrong with the Wolfsbane potion that day.

Even though I knew the effect would be a little worse, I still passed it on.

However, the potion tools used by Snape were "donated" by Vincent, so if you have any questions...

No, there is no escape.

Snape straightened up, turned around and walked towards the podium, closing the textbook with a snap.

The students were all very surprised, especially Vincent who was ready to "confront the professor".

Has this shameless and sinister old bat given up?

Impossible, he would rather believe that Fudge will step down tomorrow than that Snape is admitting his mistake.

"Sit down! Wayne!"

Well, this is just right.

After Vincent sat down, Snape flipped through the textbook page by page again.

His speed became faster and faster, and finally he stopped at the last chapter.

"Since Wayne thinks we shouldn't learn about werewolves, let's learn something more urgent today."

He pulled out his wand and floated the textbook so that all students could clearly see the horrific illustrations on it.

This is a dementor wearing a tattered cloak and a severely twisted and rotten body.

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