bioinnovel Chapter 175 Thank you for your hard work, I'm leaving now.
Chapter 175 Thank you for your hard work, I'm leaving now.
Chapter 175 Thank you for your hard work, I'm leaving now.
How should one describe the dinner that evening?
One word: exhilarating!
As Lupin entered the Great Hall, students from all three houses paid their respects to the hero, thanking him for his prank on Snape and for the joy he brought to everyone.
Whether it was the former Cornish elf of the Whiplash family or the cross-dressing Boggart Snape, Lupin conquered students of all grades in a very short time with his personal charm.
Defense Against the Dark Arts will become the students' favorite subject, and the unfortunate fifth and seventh graders will cry out for their saviors, finally free from the hardships their predecessors endured.
Of course, Slytherin House was an exception; they still didn't like the new Professor Lupin.
The Slytherin students pointed and whispered about Lupin's patched robes, constantly mocking his poverty and misfortune.
Only the Slytherin students in the entire school cared about Lupin's patched robes; perhaps only the ornately dressed Gilderoy Lockhart was suitable to teach this group of Slytherins.
As Remus Lupin grew more popular, Snape's already bad attitude worsened, once again making him the most unpopular professor at Hogwarts.
Snape can't stand the name "Janpin" anymore. Anyone who dares to mention it in front of him will either get a glare from him or lose points in the House and be put in solitary confinement.
In addition, poor Neville Longbottom suffered even more retaliation from Snape, with the Potions Professor intensifying his attacks on the Gryffindor boy, showing no mercy in his bullying.
The only saving grace is that Neville can now silently recall Snape's appearance as a cross-dresser to alleviate his inner pain.
Lupin made no further comment regarding Snape's personal revenge, and Belvina also acted as if it were none of her business.
School professors abusing their power to bully students, whether it's bullying or harassment, it's certain that neither Headmaster Dumbledore nor Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor, seemed to intervene in Snape's egregious behavior.
Neither Dumbledore nor Professor McGonagall uttered a sound, so how could Belvina, an outsider with absolutely no connection to the matter, have the right to interfere? Without proper justification, one's words would lack authority.
Unless Neville Longbottom suddenly becomes bold enough to defy Snape's oppression, Belvina can only offer all she can do besides help, which means she can stand by and do nothing.
Neville will only be able to get help from Belvina or Lupin if he proves he's not a hopeless case, because it's worth it.
Otherwise, it would be a waste of energy, and sticking your neck out would only make Neville's life more difficult, just like it is now.
Time flew by and it was the first weekend of the new school year. After dinner, Harry went up to the fifth floor of the castle alone.
In just one week, Hermione Granger evolved into a Tyrannosaurus Rex at a visible speed, becoming unpredictable and moody.
Harry didn't dare invite Hermione along, so he turned to Ron for help. But Ron refused without hesitation, as he didn't want to spend the weekend with the professor.
Left with no other choice, Harry had to go to Belvina alone and bear Professor Black's wrath by himself.
Upon reaching the fifth floor of the castle, Harry tiptoed into the classroom, followed the aisle between the desks, and, guided by the moonlight streaming through the window, made his way to the spiral staircase before knocking on the door of the common room.
"Please come in."
Harry, with a heavy heart, pushed open the door and entered the simply decorated lounge.
"Oh, isn't this the famous Mr. Potter!" said Belvina, who was sitting at her desk, her ink-stained quill gliding across parchment.
"Professor, I—" Harry stammered. He had been having so much fun since school started that he had completely forgotten about coming to see Belvina, and the Patronus Charm had been forgotten.
Belvina casually stuck the quill pen into the ink bottle and said, "What are you trying to say? Quidditch training is too tough? As far as I know, Oliver Wood hasn't even started training yet, player selection hasn't even begun!"
"It's not Quidditch, it's my own problem, I was just being playful," Harry said, not making excuses for himself, but telling the truth.
"You're smart enough not to make excuses for yourself," Belvina said. "Remember, whatever you do, don't make excuses for yourself. Although I haven't been able to do that either."
As she spoke, Belvina stood up and walked to the coat rack, reached out and took down the robe hanging on the rack, and put it on to keep warm.
"Come with me, I've found someone else to teach you the Patronus Charm," Belvina said as she walked out of the lounge.
Harry followed behind, bewildered. He didn't understand why they needed to find someone else, nor could he figure out who this other person was.
The castle always seems a bit deserted at night, not as lively as during the day. The torchlight flickers, and footsteps echo in the empty corridors.
As Belvina turned into the third-floor corridor, Harry finally realized who the other person was, but would Professor Lupin be willing to teach him? He had never heard that Belvina and Lupin were on good terms!
Boom boom boom!
The knocking echoed in the quiet corridor.
About half a minute later, the classroom door opened silently, and Belvina led Harry into the classroom.
The once dark classroom suddenly became bright, the huge dinosaur skeleton was still hanging in mid-air, and the portraits and mirrors from Lockhart's time were gone.
Lupin walked over; his complexion had improved significantly, and he no longer looked as weak as before.
"Good evening, I didn't expect you to come," Lupin said. "I thought it would be at least a while longer."
"You really do know Mr. Potter well," Belvina said, somewhat annoyed. "Admirable, aren't you?"
Harry lowered his head in embarrassment. He thought that "Mr. Potter" in Belvina's words was referring to himself, but in fact she was referring to James Potter.
Belvina put her hand on Harry's shoulder and continued, "This Mr. Potter in front of us values Quidditch more than his own life. If we don't start now, we'll never have another chance."
Harry, who was called out, wanted to explain. He didn't want to leave a bad impression on Professor Lupin again. Professor Lupin had already decided that he was incapable of dealing with the Boggarts, and he couldn't let Professor Lupin think of him as a playful fellow.
"We were even more playful than Harry was at his age," Lupin said with a laugh. "I've heard that Harry is better at Quidditch than James."
Belvina snorted coldly and remained silent; she shouldn't have had any expectations of Gryffindor in the first place.
"Professor Lupin, you know my dad!" Harry exclaimed excitedly. He knew nothing about his parents; the only photo album he owned was a gift from Hagrid.
“Of course, Harry,” Lupin said. “James is my best friend, and you look a lot like him, except for your eyes, which are more like Lily’s.”
Upon hearing this, Harry grinned broadly, eager to know everything about his parents. The more he learned, the closer he felt to them.
"Then I—" Harry was interrupted before he could finish speaking.
Belvina interjected, "It's a truly touching scene, but I hope the two gentlemen remember the purpose of tonight's event; this is not a family reunion."
"You're still so unlikable," Lupin said with a laugh. "Like, haven't you ever thought about changing the way you speak?"
Just as Sirius had said, he was unlikable. Lupin swallowed his words. It wasn't appropriate to bring up Sirius's affairs in front of Harry, because there were still too many uncertainties.
Belvina said nonchalantly, "I've always been this unlikable. Is this the first time you've met me?"
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Actually, Belvina and Lupin knew each other when they were in school; one was Sirius Black's sister.
One of them is Sirius's good friend, so it's normal that they know about each other's existence.
However, the two did not really meet until the summer of 1991, and they became truly acquainted until the summer of 1993.
Werewolves are Lupin's biggest secret, and Belvina already knows this secret, so their relationship naturally progresses rapidly.
Perhaps Lupin, like Snape, used Belvina as a substitute for food.
"Alright, gentlemen," Belvina continued, "Remus, can you tell me how you plan to teach Harry the Patronus Charm?"
When it came to serious matters, Lu Ping dropped his previous relaxed demeanor. He raised his hand and pointed behind him to an old wardrobe, which originally belonged to the faculty lounge.
Harry also recognized the old wardrobe in the staff lounge; his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson was against this old wardrobe, which contained a Boggart.
The Boggart in the closet once transformed into a female Snape, and also into a mouse chasing its own tail.
It also transformed into a giant spider without legs.
However, Harry didn't know what the Boggart would become when he faced him.
At this moment, Lupin walked to the wardrobe and said, "Boggart, the Boggart that can change shape at will is the most useful teaching tool I can think of. The only thing to note is that it must be transformed into a Dementor."
As Lupin spoke, he took out his wand, from which a string of sparks shot out and struck the spherical doorknob, opening the wardrobe door wide.
Boggart emerged from the wardrobe, transforming into a full moon that floated in front of Lupin.
With a flick of his wand, Lupin caused the floating full moon to deflate into a balloon and fly towards Belvina.
With a crisp snap, the deflated ball disappeared, replaced by a pitch-black, bottomless spiral-shaped black hole.
The spiraling black hole slowly rotated, seemingly possessing the ability to devour everything; Harry even felt that the bright light in the classroom had dimmed considerably.
Belvina frowned in disgust, waved her wand, and the dark spiral opening transformed into a shimmering disco ball, its colorful light making it feel like a bustling dance hall.
The bright disco ball flew toward Harry, and the warm room suddenly turned cold, with a bone-chilling cold sweeping through.
The Dementor's tall figure appeared in the classroom. Its hooded face looked at the trembling Harry, and a scaly hand, gleaming with a cold light, gripped its cloak as it silently approached Harry.
Caught off guard, Harry fainted, and the woman's scream rang in his ears again.
"Well—isn't it a bit too successful?" Lupin said awkwardly. "This should be a good thing, right?" he said uncertainly.
"It's more than a success, this thing even made people dizzy," Belvina said. "Thank you for your hard work."
I'm leaving now.
After saying that, Belvina immediately ran away. If anything happened to Harry again, it would have nothing to do with her!