169 Snape Got His Wish Granted? Quidditch Begins!

"Potter, what can you do?"

A whisper-like voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Professor Snape swung his wand and closed all the windows.

Harry pondered for a moment and asked, "Excuse me sir, where's Professor Lupin?"

"This has nothing to do with you, Potter."

Answering Harry's question in such a way, Snape looked again at the rest of the classroom.

Noticing that everyone seems to be curious about where Professor Lupin was.

He explained again: "Let's put it this way, your professor, his current situation is not suitable for teaching, so I will be taking his place."

After saying that, Snape yanked the cloth off the podium vigorously.

Don't look at Professor Snape always has a cold face.

But he actually is the only man in Hogwarts who can use PPT.

"Turn the book to page 394."

Taking advantage of the time it took the students to flip through the book, Snape came to the back of the group to adjust the projector.

And Harry who had returned to his seat was talking in a low voice with his friend.

"Snape must have added something to Professor Lupin's potion."

"This kind of thing, he must be able to do it, I mean, Snape will do whatever it takes to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Hearing his friend's remarks, Harry frowned.

"It shouldn't be possible, this is Hogwarts, with Dumbledore here, Snape shouldn't dare to do that."

Ron curled his lips, and it could be seen from his expression that he didn't agree with this statement.

"I said turn the book to page 394."

A deep voice came from behind.

At the same time, there is also a surge of magic power that makes Harry and Ron's books automatically turn to page 394.

Noticing the page mentioned werewolves, Ron asked in puzzlement: "Why werewolves? We don't seem to need to learn about them yet."

"Because I think you should know how to deal with werewolves, so I brought it forward to this class so you can learn."

Snape tapped the projector again with his wand.

As the lights came on, information about werewolves also appeared on the screen.

"Who can tell me now, the difference between an Animagus and a Werewolf?"

As soon as the question came out, Hermione raised her hand high.

Snape glanced at her lightly and said, "Mr Grindelwald, you answer."

Hermione looked like the professor just killed her puppy and reluctantly, she lowered her raised hand.

Lucas was even more helpless, answering questions doesn't earn him achievement points anymore.

And because this class is theoretical knowledge, he can't break any record.

"Animagus is a wizard who voluntarily decides to transform into an animal, but a werewolf has no choice."

"Every night when the moon is full, the werewolves will transform into a beast and become irrational. Even their relatives and friends will be killed by them."

"And werewolves only respond to the calls of their own kind, that's about it, professor."

"Very well, five points for Slytherin."

Professor Snape was still blatantly biased.

"In order to let you have a deeper understanding of werewolves, give me a paper on werewolf research on Monday morning. It needs to be two pieces of parchment long, and the focus is on identifying werewolves.

The students were all dejected, a good weekend was instantly ruined by heavy homework.

Some people even showed expressions of despair, this includes Harry.

"Sir, there is a Quidditch match tomorrow."

"Then you have to be more careful Mr Potter, because you still have to hand in your homework even if you lose a limb."

Snape gave him a cold look, then continued to talk about the details of werewolves.

It has to be said, Professor Snape's lectures are very detailed.

Not only does he use PPT, but he also talks about some knowledge that is not in books.

A thesis on two parchments isn't that difficult if you listen carefully.

…

Continuous light rain continued until the next day.

Looking at the gloomy weather and the cold wind outside. Lucas, who was wearing a raincoat, couldn't figure it out.

Why is there a Quidditch match in such weather?

"Lucas, hurry up, we won't be able to watch Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's new tactics if we are late.

Draco stood at the end of the corridor, shouting at the slow blond boy on the other side.

Seeing that Draco wrapped himself like a dumpling, Lucas laughed mercilessly.

This immediately provoked a counterattack from Draco and the two went to the stands in a fight making fun of each other.

The huge stadium was already full of spectators, but the match hadn't started yet.

The sound of cheering and shouting was already resounding throughout the stadium.

Lucas stood among the crowd and looked up to the sky.

Such a place of passion and joy should be the dream buffet for dementors.

Just as he thought, a few dark shadows gradually appeared hidden between the thick clouds, secretly observing everything on the field.

Lucas sighed and tightened his raincoat again, this bad weather and what's to come are really affecting his mood.

"Lucas, do you have time?"

Dumbledore's voice was heard in his ear. Lucas followed the sound and looked into the distance.

He didn't know what method the old man used, but he was able to transmit sound to himself in the stands from so far away.

This should be some kind of Sound Transmission Magic, right?

Although he was thinking wildly in his mind, Lucas still answered with a nod.

"Then please come to my side, we can watch the game together, and I want to chat with you by the way."

Lucas looked again at the stand where Dumbledore was. It was higher than where Lucas was standing at this moment.

That is a stand specially prepared for teachers, staff and parents.

Of course, the wind and rain there must be more violent than where he currently is.

Lucas didn't want to go, but he didn't have a good reason to refuse, so he tightened his raincoat again and walked over.

It wasn't until he entered the staff stands that he realized that the sky above the stands had been enchanted.

Whether it is strong wind or heavy rain, it has no effect on this place.

"Professor, there is such a good place, why didn't you tell me earlier."

Lucas complained to Professor Snape, who was sitting not far away, as he took off his raincoat.

In return, Snape snorted disdainfully, that seems to be his answer to things half of the time.

At this point the game had entered the preparatory stage and it could start anytime.

Lucas came to sit next to Dumbledore.

His eyes were fixed on the door from where the players would appear.

"Professor, I don't know why you are looking for me?"

"As the most excellent seeker among the students this year, I hope you can act as an interpreter for me. You should know Lee Jordan's interpretation."

Dumbledore had just finished speaking.

Lee, who was sitting in the first row of commentary seats, turned his head.

From his expression, it was clear that he didn't hear it coming from Dumbledore, instead he heard it coming from someone else.

Dumbledore took a packet of candy from his pocket.

He took out one and put it in his mouth and continued: "Of course, there are other things, remember that we are going to meet with Minister Fudge?"

Seeing Lucas nod, he went on to say, "The time is set for Christmas Day, at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade."

"I'm sorry for delaying your holiday, but please do come, because it's very important."

"No problem at all."

As soon as Lucas finished speaking, the gates of the players' passages on both sides of the field were opened.

Watching the two teams flying into the sky in the rain, Lucas felt cold just thinking about it.

Riding his broom, Harry listened to the cheers from the surrounding stands.

Thinking of what Captain Wood said before, there was unprecedented seriousness in his eyes.

In his first year, he was an exception and became the team's Seeker.

Gryffindor pinned his hopes on him, but he lost to Lucas Grindelwald, and still lost the game by a huge margin.

In his second year, he lost again to Draco.

No, it's better to say he still lost to Lucas Grindelwald's broom.

Everyone seems to have figured it out. Harry Potter can't beat Lucas Grindelwald.

This made him very unconvinced.

"Captain, we will definitely win this time!"

Harry's sudden cheering sound attracted the attention of the people around him.

Oliver Wood, the hot-blooded boy, immediately yelled as well.

Professor Hooch came to the middle of the pitch and threw the Quaffle high into the sky after releasing the golden snitch and the bludgers.

Harry flew high into the sky with Cedric.

Lucas looked at the two men who were climbing continuously.

What a pity that such a wonderful game will be interrupted by the dementors!

Lucas smiled and watched the two silently with a bit of pity.

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