A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Besides, do you think Professor Lupin is brainless? Why would he drink a potion handed to him by someone else for no reason?

Upon hearing this, Harry felt awkward for a moment, but then breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione and Ron's expressions also softened.

After the banquet, students from the four colleges left the auditorium to prepare for bed.

Before they could return to the common room, the prefects brought Dumbledore's order: assemble in the Great Hall.

"What happened?" Aaron asked Neller, looking puzzled.

"I don't know, let's get together first!"

We, the prefects, need to make sure you get back to the auditorium safely.

Aaron followed behind Neller, carrying Abe in his arms, thinking that Hogwarts' Halloween Eve must have been cursed.

Two years ago, Quirrell released the giant monster, last year the basilisk launched an attack, and this year something else has happened; it's probably no small matter.

After all the students had assembled, Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick closed all the doors of the Great Hall, including the windows.

“The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle,” Dumbledore said. “For your own safety, you will have to spend the night here.”

The prefectural head will guard the entrance, and the male and female student council presidents will be in charge of management. Report any incidents to me immediately.

After saying that, Dumbledore waved his wand, and hundreds of sleeping bags were neatly laid out on the ground.

After he left, the students started talking about it.

Aaron walked up to Harry and the others. "Can anyone tell me what happened?"

“Sirius Black has infiltrated Hogwarts,” Harry said anxiously. “He also attacked the fat lady who guards the doorway to the Gryffindor common room. He must be here for me.”

"But how did he get in?"

There are hundreds of Dementors guarding the outside!

“Perhaps it’s apparition,” Ron guessed. “It’s a kind of magic that allows you to teleport instantly, from one place to another in the blink of an eye.”

“Impossible. Hogwarts is protected by magic; Apparition is impossible,” Hermione said.

"That's strange. Could it be that Hogwarts has some kind of secret passage?"

“That’s impossible, Aaron.” Hermione shook her head. “Filch knows all the secret passages, and the entrances to those passages are heavily guarded by Dementors.”

"Stop talking, lights out right now," Percy Weasley, the student council president, shouted. "Now get into your sleeping bags and go to sleep."

The entire auditorium fell silent immediately; all the candles were extinguished, and only the enchanted ceiling emitted a dazzling starlight.

Many students were whispering among themselves, and Percy and Filch kept patrolling the auditorium, scolding those who were talking to go to sleep.

The professors searched the castle separately, but they found nothing after searching every part of it.

"He's really something, don't you think?" Professor Snape asked, following behind Dumbledore. "He entered Hogwarts Castle all by himself, without anyone noticing."

"They are indeed very capable."

"Have you ever thought about how he got in?"

"I've thought about it a lot, but none of them are possible."

Snape paused for a moment, then continued, "You may recall that I expressed my concerns when you appointed Professor Lupin before the start of the new term..."

“No teacher in the castle would help Sirius Black infiltrate,” Dumbledore interrupted, his tone utterly certain.

Seemingly sensing the warning, Snape didn't continue the topic. "I believe the castle is safe, but I still hope to send the students back to their respective houses."

Should Potter warn him?

"Maybe, but let him sleep for now!"

......

After listening to their conversation, Aaron slowly opened his eyes.

Abe poked his head out of the sleeping bag, but before he could catch his breath, a large hand pressed him back down.

"There's a mole, and Professor Lupin is highly suspicious," Aaron thought to himself.

He felt that Snape's suspicions were not impossible. It was impossible for a murderer to sneak into Hogwarts, which was guarded by Dementors, without being detected. However, if someone inside the castle was cooperating, that would be a different story.

Moreover, the previous two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have already proven what it means to 'know a person's face but not their heart.' Professor Lupin's current performance is commendable, but no one knows what he's thinking.

However, none of this mattered to him. With his current peak strength as a Magister, even if Sirius and Lupin were to collude, it wouldn't pose any threat to him.

If they don't mess with him, that's fine, but if they do, he wouldn't mind collecting a bounty from the Ministry of Magic.

After a thorough search of the castle confirmed that Sirius Black had left, Hogwarts returned to normal the next day.

However, Sirius still caused quite a stir, and for the next few days he became almost the only topic of conversation at school.

His primary target, Harry Potter, was also under tight protection. Professors, prefects, and the student council president would often accompany him on his journeys, fearing that Sirius Black might suddenly appear and kill him if he was careless.

......

On Friday, the sky was overcast, and thunder rumbled intermittently.

This cast a heavy shadow over the Quidditch team, as their first game was scheduled for tomorrow and, barring any unforeseen circumstances, would likely be played in a storm.

Draco was particularly excited, even feeling that the Slytherin team was favored by Merlin.

Marcus and Cedric had just finalized the change of opponents when the weather turned so bad. He had to watch the match live tomorrow and wanted to know how Harry Potter would catch the Golden Snitch in such a stormy weather.

As Defense Against the Dark Arts began, a torrential downpour began. Snape strode in, and with each wave of his wand, a window would slam shut.

When he reached the podium, all the windows were closed, minimizing the impact of the wind and rain outside on the class.

"Turn to page 394 of the book," Professor Snape said expressionlessly.

“Excuse me, teacher, where is Professor Lupin?” Harry Potter asked, mustering his courage.

“That’s none of your business, is it, Potter?” Professor Snape explained unhurriedly. “Your professor is currently unwell and unable to come to teach.”

Harry felt that Snape was just brushing him off, so he lowered his head and helplessly flipped through the book.

"Werewolf?"

Aaron's cheek twitched as he looked at the title of the last chapter.

Holy crap! Professor Snape is really something else!

You, a Potions professor, are teaching students how to fight the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

If Lupin knew, he would probably be furious, but he couldn't and had no reason to criticize Snape, since Snape could be said to be acting in the students' safety.

“That’s right.” Snape gave Aaron a deep look. “In this lesson, we’ll learn how to deal with werewolves.”

“But Professor, we just learned about Red Hat, Kaba and Grindelwald,” Hermione said, raising her hand as if she had suddenly appeared in the classroom without even taking out her books.

"If you ask me, you should have learned how to deal with them when you were in first grade."

Also, Miss Granger, I must remind you that this lesson is mine, and it is absolutely necessary to teach you how to identify werewolves.

Now, can someone tell me the difference between Animagus and werewolves?

Hermione raised her hand high, but Snape ignored it and looked away.

"Gaius, you answer this."

Aaron: ......

I don't think I raised my hand!

"Uh... the former has the option to become an animal according to their own wishes, while retaining their sanity and magic."

Werewolves have no choice. They are no different from ordinary people in normal times, but on the night of the full moon, they will uncontrollably turn into irrational, bloodthirsty beasts.

At that time, they didn't recognize anyone except their own kind.

“Very good, Slytherin gets five points.”

So, is there any way to keep a werewolf sane on a full moon?

Hermione raised her right hand again, and Professor Snape gave him a disdainful look before continuing, "Gaius, you answer."

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and he said speechlessly, "Wolfsbane Potion."

Take it a week before the full moon, and you'll maintain your sanity even when transformed into a wolf.

"Slytherin gets another five points."

"Who can tell me what to do if I encounter a werewolf in the wild?" Professor Snape looked at Hermione's raised right hand and turned his face away impatiently. "Longbottom, you answer."

“Me?” Neville stood up with a mournful face, looking aggrieved. “I should…run.”

“That’s all you can do,” Snape scoffed. “But it might be the only way for you, if you can escape.”

“Miss Granger, I see you must be tired of raising your hand,” Snape asked meaningfully. “What would you do if your friend or loved one turned into a werewolf?”

Chapter 309 Dementor Intrusion, Shattered Light Wheel 2000

"I...I don't know?" Hermione's face flushed red. This was the first time she had ever said she didn't know in class, but she really didn't know what to do.

The thought of a friend or close relative turning into a werewolf is chilling.

Perhaps Navee's approach was correct; in that situation, escaping might have been the best option.

“It seems even the know-it-all doesn’t know everything,” Snape said sarcastically. “Gaius, you answer.”

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and he forced a smile. "Well... my personal idea is to cripple them so that the werewolves are no longer a threat."

"I heard that, that's the standard answer."

“Professor…” Hermione hesitated, “We might not be able to defeat the werewolves.”

“Then you’ll have to think carefully about the differences between you and others,” Snape said matter-of-factly. “Give me a paper by next Monday, two rolls of parchment, about werewolves, focusing on how to identify and kill them…”

“But there’s Quidditch tomorrow,” Harry couldn’t help but interject.

Today is Friday, and he has to train extra hard. Tomorrow is Saturday, and he will officially participate in the competition. This means he only has one day to do his homework.

Besides Snape's two rolls of parchment, there were other assignments for his classes that he could never finish unless he could split himself in two.

Snape suddenly leaned close to Harry and said coldly, "Then I suggest you take extra care of Mr. Potter. Even with missing limbs, he can still write articles."

Now turn to page 394. The werewolf is called Wolf, a name derived from the Anglo-Saxon words "Wo" and "Wolf"...

After class, everyone else left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.