My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 375, Section 372: The Naive Snape

Lynn wasn't particularly interested in Quidditch, but he still knew about it.

Seeing Harry looking constipated beside him, wanting to curse Slytherin for being shameless but too embarrassed to speak up because Lynn was there, Lynn found it quite amusing.

"Even if you curse Slytherin's Quidditch team for being shameless now, it won't change anything. You'd better use this time to go to the pitch and practice."

Harry and Lynn waved goodbye and then ran toward the Quidditch pitch.

These days haven't been peaceful in the castle either.

Professor Lupin, like someone who had drunk the wolfsbane potion and transformed into a werewolf, suffered from obvious weakness as a side effect. So he took a few days off, and Snape substituted for him in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Although Snape finally became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor he had always dreamed of, he clearly wouldn't accept Lupin's favor.

Regardless of which grade's defense class it was, he always gave a special lecture on werewolves.

Even though this topic wasn't covered in the textbooks for first-year wizards, and fourth-year and above wizards had already learned about it, Snape still suppressed everyone's objections in class and forcibly went through the werewolf content from the textbook.

Almost all the young wizards were baffled by Snape's reasons for doing this, but only those who knew about Snape's childhood experiences could understand why he did it.

During his time at Hogwarts, he didn't get along with Potter and his friends. When Lupin transformed, Potter and Black tricked him into the Shrieking Shack, where he was almost bitten by Lupin in his transformed state!

Now, Lupin not only holds the professorship he so desired, but also needs his help to formulate the wolfsbane medicine.

Based on all this, the fact that Snape didn't try anything underhanded, like putting other drugs in Lupin's potion, can only be described as his magnanimity and forgiving nature.

If you expect him to hold no grudge at all, that's asking too much.

No one is magnanimous enough to forgive everyone in this kind of situation, and Snape was no exception.

Dumbledore asked him to help Lupin concoct a wolfsbane potion and to keep it a secret. He couldn't refuse, nor did he want to break his promise.

The only way to give the students in the school a hint was through this childish behavior of venting their dissatisfaction, which was almost like a child venting their frustration.

He secretly hoped that someone would discover Lupin's werewolf identity with his hints and help him vent his anger.

However, very few people knew the inside story, and Lynn was the only student among them, so most of the young wizards could not understand his behavior.

Hermione even argued with him about it in Gryffindor class, and almost made herself cry.

In the end, it was Lynn who comforted her and soothed her grievances, but she couldn't tell her the truth.

The bullying incident was Snape's darkest period, and Lynn wouldn't talk about it casually. If others wanted to know, only Snape himself could tell them.

The weather is getting increasingly damp and cold.

On the day of the first Quidditch match, a torrential downpour began.

The wind whipped up the rain, pounding it like cannonballs against the ancient, weathered stone walls outside Hogwarts.

But the students in the castle's enthusiasm for Quidditch remained undiminished, and the game would not be stopped by a storm.

Early that morning, the young wizards wrapped themselves tightly in their robes, struggled against the wind for control of their umbrellas, and headed towards the Quidditch pitch.

Lynn is here today too.

Although he wasn't particularly interested in Quidditch, his good friend Cedric was playing in today's match, so he should sit in the stands and cheer him on.

"I don't understand. Such a competition is clearly easily affected by bad weather, which is unfair to both participating colleges. Why can't they postpone the competition?"

Lynn and Ian walked towards the court together, holding a large umbrella. The wind was too strong today; even with waterproof spells on their outer clothes, they still needed to use an umbrella for protection.

In response to Ian's question, Lynn shrugged: "Maybe that's the spirit of wizarding sports? They don't care too much about the result, but enjoy the process more."

Today, only the two of them went to watch the game together. Naturally, Umaru would hang out with Tom at this time. The two of them had long since become "best friends" who could talk about anything.

Hermione, on the other hand, was there to cheer on Harry, and since she and Lynn belonged to different factions, she didn't come with him.

"Your Slytherin Quidditch team is so slick. Today they were supposed to play against Gryffindor, but they made an excuse to switch to Hufflepuff."

"It's quite shameful to do this, but there's nothing I can do. I'm not the captain of the Quidditch team, so I can't interfere with their business."

They chatted as they walked up to the stands and found a suitable spot to sit down.

At that moment, the two players on the field were standing on either side of Mrs. Hooch.

As Mrs. Hooch's sharp whistle blew, the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff players took off simultaneously, beginning the match in the pouring rain.

The viewing environment was extremely poor. With the sound of rain obscuring the view, it was almost impossible to hear any other sounds, and the situation of the game in the sky was also very blurry.

Not all young wizards know waterproof spells, and most students still rely on umbrellas to keep warm, so their clothes naturally get half-soaked.

The sky seemed to grow increasingly gloomy, and the surrounding air appeared to have dropped several degrees in temperature.

On the field, Gryffindor was already down by fifty points. Their captain, Wood, had just called a timeout to adjust their tactics. Now, both teams have returned to the field to continue the game.

Ian frowned and hugged his arms.

"Isn't this unusually cold temperature?"

Lynn squinted and handed the umbrella to Ian, then stood up from the stands in the rain.

"This cold is definitely not normal; those bastards seem to be getting restless."

As he spoke, he pulled his wand from his sleeve and looked up at the sky.

On the field, Harry also spotted the Golden Snitch at that moment.

However, just as he was excitedly trying to grab it, he suddenly felt a chill as if he had fallen into icy water.

Above the Hogwarts Quidditch stadium, the entire sky seemed to be covered by a large black cloth.

Hundreds of Dementors, like ghosts, drifted in from the horizon.

Death and gloom emanated from them, as if they had stolen away all warmth and emotion from the world.

They had been suppressed for too long, and they had been hungry for too long.

The emotions these young wizards displayed today finally made them temporarily forget Lynn's warning to them at the beginning of the school year, and they crossed the walls of Hogwarts!

(End of this chapter)