Chapter 247: What Can Ten Thousand Galleons Do? Lupin's Defense Against The Dark Arts Course

Chapter 247: What Can Ten Thousand Galleons Do? Lupin's Defense Against The Dark Arts Course

Since breaking out of Azkaban, Black finally has a definite trace.

The person who discovered him was not a wizard, but a Muggle.

It was in a Muggle town, and according to the informant Mr. Benjamin, he found Black in front of a convenience store.

I didn't recognize him at first, but it was strange to see a sloppy man sitting on a bench munching on bread. I took a few glances at him.

But just because of this, the man seemed to be alert and hurriedly took the bread and left.

This made Mr. Benjamin feel even more strange.

After waiting for a while, Mr. Benjamin suddenly remembered that this man was very similar to the wanted criminal broadcast on the morning news, and he quickly went to the police station to report the crime.

After some comparisons, the police also determined that this person was the vicious wanted criminal who had been wanted for more than a month—'Sirius' Black.

And that town is not too far from Hogwarts, both in the county of Argyll and Bute.

The Daily Prophet also posted a photo of the Muggle who was overjoyed after receiving the reward of one hundred thousand pounds.

Now even a fool knows Blake's destination.

Ronald looked at Harry worriedly: "He should be here to find you."

"Of course." Malfoy came behind the two of them at some point and showed a wicked smile:

"Potter, if I were you, I would never be so calm now."

"Then what should I do, show the baby a scared expression?" Harry said without thinking, pretending to tremble. Ronald laughed in agreement, and Neville wanted to laugh too, but ended up choking on the soup.

Malfoy's already pale cheeks became bloodless, and only the tip of his nose was slightly red.

But he quickly returned to normal, and even had a sneer on his lips: "I don't know how you laugh, Potter."

"If I were you, I would definitely not stay in school so leisurely and eat grilled fish."

"I will go find Blake and catch him myself."

"Do you want me to die?" Harry looked at him doubtfully, "Can you please stop using such a clumsy provocation method? It's Black who's most anxious about not finding me. It's none of my business."

"Is that so?" Malfoy smiled enigmatically, "Sometimes ignorance is really a blessing."

After saying that, ignoring Harry's reaction, Malfoy returned to the Slytherin table.

"What does he mean?" Harry turned his head and looked at Ronald in confusion.

"Am I such a stupid person? Why does everyone think I'm going to find Blake?"

Minister Fudge had advised him, Mr. Weasley had also warned him, and now even Malfoy is saying the same thing.

"Perhaps it's because of the reward of 10,000 Galleons?" Ronald said a little uncertainly: "I heard that as long as Black is found, not only will the Ministry of Magic pay a large sum of gold, but the Muggles will also have a lot of pounds."

"A lot indeed..." Harry paused.

That said, he was really moved.

Ten thousand galleons

If he could get this money, he would be able to pay for tuition from Wayne and still have a lot left over.

To be honest, if he had Wayne's strength now, he would really take the initiative to find Black and get Wanlong.

Now Harry has a deep understanding of how important Galleons are to a wizard.

With these ten thousand galleons, Wayne can put Snape in his bed tonight!

But it's a pity that he didn't have galleons and didn't sell calendars.

I'd better just stay at school.

Harry had no reaction, but the message back to Blanc alerted the magicians and professors to get up.

Early the next morning, dozens more dementors came to Hogwarts, and even Hogsmeade had dementors patrolling every evening.

During lunch, Professor McGonagall gave everyone a stern warning.

Don't run around, don't provoke the dementors.

Once she finds someone doing this, she will immediately write to their parents.

When Professor McGonagall said this, the little wizards all felt a chill in their butts. Until now, Seamus and the others still eat standing up and sleep on their stomachs.

But Filch had no intention of letting them go. He was going to clean all the boys' bathrooms in the castle tonight, without using magic.

After warning everyone, Professor McGonagall left.

Wayne also took Hermione with him, preparing to attend their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Wait, Ron!" Jace King Finlay and Ernie McMillan limped after him.

"Are there any more brooches? I want two."

"Me too."

"Yes, yes, but you have to promise not to commit suicide again." Wayne said simply.

If it happens again, Professor McGonagall will definitely ban him from selling the Patronus Brooch. Without protection, the little wizard will naturally not have the courage.

"Even if you let me go, I won't go." McMillan covered his butt with lingering fear.

What he is afraid of is not the dementors, but the thorns that his father's wand turned into...

When he came to the classroom, Wayne gave several people's brooches to several people.

At first they thought the duration was a bit short, but when they heard that the long-lasting extended version cost ten galleons, they immediately felt that this was not short at all.

Before Lupin came, the students took out pens and papers and chatted in groups of three or three, not too enthusiastic.

I have been tricked by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for two consecutive years, and no one has much expectations, as long as they don't torment people like Lockhart.

But Wayne knew that it wouldn't be long before his family's impression of Lupine would completely change.

After all, he has real talent and knowledge, which is gold and will be stolen wherever he goes.

The school bell rang, and Lupin also walked into the classroom, still carrying his old suitcase in his hand. He didn't change his clothes, but his face was much rosier than before, and he seemed to have eaten well recently.

"Good afternoon." Lupine was in a good mood with a smile on his face.

Looking at the paper and pen in front of everyone, he waved his hand: "Put them all away. Today is a practical class. You only need the magic wand.'

The students put away their textbooks with some suspicion.

The first class last year was also a practical class, and Hart and I were almost tortured to death by the Cornish elf.

Is Lupine going to do this too?

Feeling everyone's distrust, Lupin didn't care.

He had gotten to know his two predecessors with Professor McGonagall in the past two days, and this distrust was normal.

"Okay, this class is not held in this classroom, come with me.

Everyone followed, walked through the corridor, turned twice, and suddenly heard sharp laughter coming from the front.

Peeves was hanging upside down in the air, stuffing gum into the keyhole.

Seeing Lupin, Peeves didn't feel scared or ashamed at all about being caught. Instead, he sang a song.

"Lupin the fool, Lupin the mad fool."

Many students showed surprised expressions.

Peeves has always been rude and unruly, but he still respects the professor. Everyone looked at Lupine curiously, wanting to see how he would react.

Angry or impotent rage?

To everyone's surprise, Yin Ping still smiled gently.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Mr. Filch can't go in and get the broom."

However, Peeves didn't care at all, and even spat provocatively.

Lupine sighed and drew his wand.

"This is a very useful little spell." He turned back to the little wizards and said, "Please note that you can use it often in the future."

When he raised his wand high, when Peeves saw the young man at the end of the team, his expression immediately became frightened, his body straightened up, and he bowed deeply.

"Lao, Lauren, please take care of me!"

"I was wrong, I will leave immediately!"

Before Lupine could recite the spell, Peeves pulled out the chewing gum and slipped through the thick wall like lightning.

Lupin: "

It's embarrassing now.

Originally, they wanted to show off a little, but before they could do anything, Peeves ran away. Now everyone's attention is entirely on Wayne.

Even he does.

"Mr. Lawrence," Lupine couldn't help but asked curiously: "What did you do to Peeves to make him so afraid of you?"

"There must have been a little friction in the first grade." Wayne thought for a moment, "I used a small spell to restrain the ghosts.

Harry's eyes flashed.

He really wanted to learn the curse that even Peeves was afraid of.

"Is that so? That's really amazing."

Lupine praised with a polite but awkward smile, and continued to lead the students forward to the staff lounge.

"Go in." Lupine opened the door and said to everyone.

The staff lounge is a long room filled with old chairs and a roaring fireplace, making the place dry and a little hot.

There was only one teacher in the room, Snape sitting on a chair. When the students came in, he turned his head, put down the newspaper in his hand, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

When (bdbb) the last Lupine came in and wanted to close the door, Snape stood up and spoke.

"Is it because the school didn't assign you a classroom? Lupin, you actually brought a group of people to class here."

Lupine raised his eyebrows.

"The classroom is more suitable for taking notes, but you have to be serious in the first class, right? There are things the children need here."

"I hope it won't make a mess here. I don't want to have no place to rest next time."

The two people's eyes met, and both of them immediately spit out fire.

"Right." Snape suddenly said, "You have just arrived, so maybe you are not familiar with these students yet."

"As someone who has been through this, I want to give you some advice."

"There is a Neville Longbottom in this class, and I advise you not to teach him anything complicated unless Miss Know-How is willing to provide guidance."

Neville's face turned red, and Hermione glared at Snape angrily, but the old bat seemed unaware and continued:

"If you really want to take this first lesson well, you can ask Mr. Lawrence to help you. He is a famous genius. He has improved the wolfsbane potion, which will definitely help you a lot, right?"

Snape deliberately emphasized the pronunciation on the Wolfsbane potion. Lupine's face changed slightly and he subconsciously looked at Wayne.

The boy was comforting Hermione at this time and paid no attention to the confrontation between the two.

"That's really unfortunate." Lupine relaxed slightly and looked directly into Snape's sinister eyes:

"Gifted students don't need my help. Perhaps Neville is more suitable for my teaching style, and he happens to be my chosen assistant.

Snape's lips twitched twice, "Then we'll see."

After saying that, he left and closed the door with a bang.

The students looked at each other and communicated frantically with their eyes.

Susan's eyebrows were about to fly up. She had long felt that Lupine and Snape were not getting along with each other, but looking at it today... there was something huge!

Could it be that the two were love rivals before?

Looking at each other and Hannah, the two adolescent girls immediately came up with a long list of grudges and grudges.

"Hurry up, we have a large number of students."

Lupine didn't know that someone was already arranging a story between him and Snape, and he told the little wizards

We were led to the end of the room, where there was an old wardrobe.

When he stood next to the closet, the closet suddenly moved and made a loud noise.

The students all jumped back.

"Don't worry, I'm lucky. I don't have to spend time preparing teaching aids for you. There happens to be a Boggart here.

Lupine asked expectantly: "Who can tell me the characteristics of Boggart?"

Hermione raised her hand.

"Miss Granger." Lupine called his name.

"Boggarts are magical animals that like dark, closed spaces. The spaces under wardrobes and beds are the places they often hang out."

"They can break our hearts and think that whatever we are afraid of will become whatever we fear."

"I can't explain it more clearly myself." Professor Lupin praised, and the little witch's face lit up with joy.

"Our task in this class is to learn how to deal with Boggarts. Everyone, line up in a row. Neville, you come here first."

As Lupine said just now, he actually called Neville up to demonstrate.

The students quickly lined up according to Lupine's instructions. Only Neville came to the closet timidly.

"Let's practice the spell first. Say it after me. It's so funny!"

"Funny!" the whole class shouted in unison.

"It's very simple, isn't it? But when you recite the mantra, you must think of those fun things, beliefs, and mantras. They are indispensable. Do you remember them?"

"remember!"

The students have entered the state and they have discovered the difference between Lupine and Lockhart and Quirrell.

It is well organized and progressive, and everyone can understand it.

"Neville, it's up to you now." Lupine smiled encouragingly at Neville: "First, tell me what you are most afraid of?"

Neville said in a low-end voice: "Professor Snape."

"Snape?" Lupine nodded sympathetically: "I can understand you."

Everyone else laughed, Ronald and Harry laughing the loudest. Fortunately, there were no Slytherin students here, otherwise they would definitely have a miserable week.

Lupine continued to guide Neville, and he deliberately created an image that Neville thought was funny.

Wayne silently took out a camera and was shocked.

"Where did this come from?"

"I borrowed it from Colin before lunch in exchange for promising him to take a photo of me." Wayne said with great interest, having been waiting for this moment for a long time.

It was a rare opportunity to disgust Snape, and if he missed it, it would be his turn to feel uncomfortable.

Wayne first took a picture of Hermione.

Click!

The flash came on, and Lupine noticed it, but said nothing and continued to explain the techniques to Neville.

"How did the photo go?" Wayne handed the photo to Hermione.

"Absolutely, the photo of my head was too big. We are in class now, so don't make a fuss." Hermione confiscated the photo and said seriously.

Wayne shrugged.

A duplicitous woman.

Finally, Professor Lupine finished and asked Neville to get ready.

Harry in the queue was a little confused.

What is he most afraid of?

Voldemort?

After this impression appeared once, it disappeared and was replaced by a hooded figure. Harry shuddered unconsciously.

"E!!!"

Lupine moved some distance away from Neville, pointed his wand at the wardrobe, and opened the wardrobe with a string of sparks.

Snape, who had a hooked nose, walked out menacingly and stared at Neville fiercely.

"Recite the spell! Neville, you can do it!" Lupine encouraged loudly.

"S-funny!" Neville screamed, and there was a sudden crunch. Snape's steps began to stagger and twist, and his clothes changed, and he had a tall hat on his head.

There is also a vulture specimen on the hat, and he is holding a large red handbag.

The students burst into laughter, and Wayne came to the side at some point and slapped the Boggart hard.

Here are the school news headlines for the coming week!

The author is going to the airport now, and I will post the next chapter when I get home, so don’t rush.