Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 522: The New Professor
People chased and ran past the doorways of their cubicles.

The young wizards talked excitedly about Hogsmeade, occasionally glancing at the sleeping new professor.

Sheen was also able to observe Lupin's current situation.

He still looked haggard, which was to be expected, as he had spent countless nights interviewing new wizard shopkeepers before leaving.

But his clothes were much better, although he still couldn't bear to part with those patched-up clothes.

He also carried the box. Sheen knew his shapeshifting magic couldn't last that long, so Lupin himself continued the magic.

Lupin will always remember every act of kindness.

Perhaps he received too little kindness, just like a certain little wizard.

As the train continued its journey, Sheen gradually sank into the ocean of magical history.

He held the incomplete "Chronicles of Wizarding Magic" in his hand, barely moving from his seat, only occasionally pointing his finger at the pages to turn them automatically.

At one o'clock, the fat witch pushing a food cart arrived at the door of their cubicle.

"Do you think we should wake him up?"

Ron nodded to Professor Lupin, then asked, somewhat bewildered,
"It looks like he needs to eat something."

Hermione cautiously approached Professor Lupin.

"Uh—Professor?"

she says,

"Excuse me, Professor?"

He didn't move.

"Come and see—this is yours—"

Hermione turned to Justin.

“He’s exhausted, Hermione. It took him two days and one night to select a qualified wizard shopkeeper.”

Justin said helplessly.

"Don't worry, darling,"

The cart witch came in, handing Justin a large stack of crucible-shaped cakes as she spoke.
"If he wakes up hungry, I'll be up ahead with the driver."

"I think he's asleep?"

After the witch closed the sliding door to the cubicle, Ron said softly.
"I mean—he's not dead, is he?"

"He's still breathing."

Hermione whispered as she took the crucible-shaped cake Justin handed her.

Although Professor Lupin wasn't a great travel companion, he was still very useful in their compartment.

Around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it started to rain, and the undulating mountains outside the window became blurred.

Just then, the young wizards heard footsteps coming from the corridor again, and then three people they didn't like appeared at the door.

Draco Malfoy, flanked by his two close associates: Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Gore.

Malfoy had a pale, pointed face that always seemed to be smirking, and he was in Slytherin.

He was the Seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team, just as one of the young wizards, Harry, held the same position for the Gryffindor team.

Of course, none of them ever beat a Ravenclaw Seeker.

Yes, that's what they all say. If you accidentally defeat a Ravenclaw, then the furious Ravenclaws will bring out their true core.

Wood always felt powerless against this; he had never seen the Ravenclaw train, so how could he possibly beat him?
"Hey, look who this is."

Malfoy opened the cubicle door and spoke in his lazy, drawn-out tone,

"Snot and feeding dead chickens."

Crabbe and Goyle laughed loudly like trolls.

"Wait a moment--"

Malfoy suddenly raised his hand to stop their laughter.

He looked over with a guilty look that Harry had never seen before, and could see that the dark-haired young wizard was reading intently inside the box.

He frowned after hearing their commotion.

Stop laughing—

Malfoy lowered his voice and spoke to his henchman.

Crabbe and Gore stopped laughing when they saw the person in the box.

No wizard who has ever participated in a dueling club would underestimate a young wizard who likes to read; if he does, it's because he's never been defeated in a single move.

“I heard your father finally managed to get his hands on some gold again this summer,” Malfoy said to Ron in a low voice.
"Was your mother shocked to death?"

Although he spoke in a low voice and lacked any imposing manner, Ron still stood up abruptly, knocking Crookshan's basket to the ground.

At this moment, Lu Ping snorted.

Who is that?

Malfoy said that when he saw Lupin, he instinctively took a step back.

"The new teacher."

Harry stood up as he spoke, so he could pull Ron back if needed.
"What did you just say, Malfoy?"

Malfoy's gray eyes narrowed.

He's not stupid; he wouldn't cause trouble under a teacher's nose.

Moreover, he came here specifically to mock others.

Otherwise, if he were to start a fight right under the nose of some junior wizard, disturbing his reading—no Hogwarts wizard would dare to do that.

"Let's go."

He said to Crabbe and Goyle in a cheerful mood.

The three people disappeared. Harry and Ron sat down again, Ron rubbing his knuckles.

"I will never tolerate Malfoy's nonsense again this semester."

He said angrily,
"I mean what I say. If he dares to make sarcastic remarks about my family again, I'll grab him by the head—"

Ron made a jerk in the air.

"Ron, you're a wizard—"

Hermione reminded her irritably.

"Oh!"

Ron seemed to have figured something out, and his eyes lit up.

How could he forget that in his second year at Hogwarts, he didn't waste a single day!
“I have eight evil curses, look…”

Ron said excitedly, only to be glared at again by Hermione, who pointed to the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in his seat.

He actually woke up.

"Hello, it looks quite lively here."

Lu Ping rubbed his bloodshot eyes, his voice a little hoarse.

"Mr. Lupin."

Hermione said.

"Hello, Miss Granger."

Lupin said with a smile.

How could you—

Hermione was startled.

They saw Lupin's trunk, but how did Lupin know her name?

Lupin smiled, then looked at the book Hermione had opened. The first page had the little witch's name written on it, along with her grade.

"Oh……"

Hermione blushed.

"A third-year student, so... do you know a wizard named Grimm?"

Lupin asked.

What do you want with him?

Ron asked, curious yet wary.

"It seems he's quite famous at Hogwarts as well."

Lupin laughed again; he laughed heartily.

"If I had a reason, would asking for my wages count? I always want to see him in person, to ask for it in person."

Hermione and Harry were skeptical of his reasoning, but Ron was quite intrigued:

"He's right here..."

As they spoke, the train continued its northward journey, the rain intensifying, turning the windows a watery gray and gradually fading into darkness.

(End of this chapter)