Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

As Potions class was nearing its end, Snape, true to his word, fed Neville's Shrinking Solution to his toad, Trevor. Hermione, witnessing this, was about to step forward to defend Neville, but Jerry stopped her in time.

Since Professor Lupin's arrival at Hogwarts, Snape's talent for venomous remarks seemed to have reached a new level, his words so sharp they were chilling.

Hermione, it's best to avoid his sharp tongue, lest you be brought to tears by Snape's sarcastic remarks.

"Let me handle this!" Jerry sighed helplessly. His skin was thick, and he was used to Snape's sarcastic and mocking tone. Jerry simply treated it as Snape farting.

However, before Jerry could speak, Snape's cold and piercing gaze swept over, and he said coldly, "Mr. Green, I don't recall inviting you to show off."

Jerry: …

"Everyone, gather around," Snape called out. "Let's see what becomes of Longbottom's toad. If his Shrinking Solution is properly brewed, then this toad will transform into a tadpole. Of course, I hold no hope for that. If it's brewed incorrectly, then this toad will likely lose its life."

The Gryffindor students watched nervously, while the Slytherin students seemed excited. Snape held Neville's toad, Trevor, tightly in his left hand, carefully scooping a few drops from Neville's potion with a small spoon.

At this moment, the potion had gradually changed from orange-yellow to light green. Snape poured a few drops of the potion into Trevor's throat.

The classroom fell silent, with only the sound of Trevor panting. Then, with a soft "poof," Trevor transformed into a wriggling tadpole in Snape's hand.

The Gryffindor students immediately burst into cheers, and Harry happily patted Neville on the shoulder.

However, Snape seemed extremely displeased. He took a small vial from his robe pocket and dripped a few drops of liquid onto Trevor, who immediately reverted to his original plump toad form.

"Potter!" Snape roared, his sharp gaze fixed on Harry, who had been cheering for Neville. "Didn't I warn you to clean up the remaining ingredients after brewing the potion and to take the cauldron to the stone basin in the corner to wash it? Gryffindor loses five points as your punishment!"

"Now, class dismissed!"

Snape mercilessly deprived Harry of the chance to explain, coldly announcing the end of the class and then turning and quickly walking out of the classroom.

Harry, Ron, and Neville went upstairs together, heading towards the entrance hall, their dissatisfaction with Snape still difficult to quell.

"Gryffindor lost five points just because I didn't clean the cauldron in time!" Harry grumbled angrily. "And that annoying Malfoy, he's so irritating. Jerry, you…"

Jerry and Hermione were hurrying towards them, out of breath. Hermione was carrying a large stack of books, and her other hand was rummaging through Jerry's bag.

"Why are you two carrying so many books?" Harry and Ron were puzzled. "Isn't there only Defense Against the Dark Arts this afternoon?"

"Yes, that's right," Hermione said, finishing packing her books, taking a deep breath, and saying somewhat vaguely, "I really hope we can have something good for lunch, I'm starving." With that, she followed Jerry towards the Great Hall, leaving Harry, Ron, and Neville completely bewildered, looking at each other, not knowing what had happened.

In the afternoon, Jerry and Hermione had a relatively light schedule, but their classes were not together. The third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class was taught separately to Gryffindor and Slytherin students.

The next time they saw each other was at dinner. Jerry knew from their excited expressions that Lupin's first class had been a success.

"Did you see how I subdued that banshee?" Seamus exclaimed triumphantly.

"The funniest part was Snape wearing that hat, it was hilarious!" Dean added.

…

"It seems we've finally welcomed a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year!" Jerry said, looking at the still somewhat excited Gryffindor students.

"You're right, Jerry! This is the most wonderful and unforgettable Defense Against the Dark Arts class we've ever had," Harry said excitedly, eating a pie. "Although there were some small accidents, Professor Lupin is definitely dozens of times better than that boastful Lockhart!"

"That's right!" Ron echoed. "We actually saw a Boggart today, it's the first time I've ever seen one! It can turn into what each of us fears most, like I saw my biggest fear, the Acromantula, Harry saw a terrifying Dementor, and Neville saw Professor Snape!"

"But the good news is that we've all learned how to deal with Boggarts, Neville even made the Boggart-Snape wear his grandma's clothes!"

"What's your biggest fear?" Jerry gently nudged Hermione's arm, asking with a hint of teasing, "A test that fails to get a perfect score? Or homework that only gets nine points?"

"It's not what you think!" Hermione glared at Jerry in dissatisfaction.

The next morning, the Slytherin students also welcomed their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester. Because the various interesting anecdotes from the previous day's Gryffindor class had spread among everyone, everyone was waiting for the start of the class with extra anticipation. However, Draco Malfoy and his few followers were exceptions.

When Professor Lupin walked into the classroom, Malfoy deliberately raised his voice, wanting everyone present to hear: "Look at the state of his robes, it's ridiculous." He laughed mockingly, "He's dressed just like our old house-elf."

Professor Lupin ignored Malfoy's provocation, he went straight to the front of the classroom and greeted everyone. Compared to the pale and haggard appearance when Jerry first met him, Professor Lupin's complexion was obviously much healthier.