Chapter 137 That Werewolf Is Me

Two days later, Sherlock, feeling his emotions back to normal, finally returned to class.

As soon as he arrived in the classroom, before he could even open his mouth, a bunch of sixth graders complained.

"He forced us to learn about werewolves! Professor."

Sherlock tapped his forehead.

"Didn't you tell him that I have already told you everything I could about werewolves?"

"We told the professor, but he insisted, saying that you don't know anything about werewolves, and he would tell us how to identify and kill werewolves!"

"He didn't let us answer questions, and even if he asked questions, he wouldn't let us say them, and he had to tirelessly repeat the knowledge that we had memorized by heart!"

"We told him that this class is a practical class, and we have basically learned the theoretical things, but Professor Snape just didn't listen!"

"He also assigned us two rolls of parchment papers on werewolves! We have to do exams in our normal time, and we don't have time to write this!"

In all the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes taught by Snape these two days, students were basically complaining.

He completely ignored the normal teaching progress. Even in the first-grade class, he insisted on explaining to those children who had just learned the Levitation Charm how to kill werewolves.

If there was no weirdness in this, Sherlock could take his head off his head and use it as a golden snitch.

Combined with the weird energy when he and Lupin went to Snape to help substitute for the class, he must be trying to hint at something by teaching these Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

But Sherlock had to clean up the mess he made. If he had known this, he might as well let the students study on their own from the beginning, so that they could use one class to do the test paper.

He shook his head and said.

"Well, originally I wanted to teach you the summer test paper in this class, so it seems that I should make up for the practical class that I didn't take last class."

There was a burst of cheers in the classroom, but some students didn't forget.

"Two rolls of parchment werewolf homework, professor, two rolls of parchment werewolf homework..."

Sherlock waved his hand and took them to the practical class classroom.

"You don't have to do the homework that Snape assigned to you, I will tell him."

The students' cheers couldn't help but become more enthusiastic.

The practical class in the sixth grade was not as fast as the progress in the seventh grade. Sherlock's main purpose in this class was to teach them the application of some spells, rather than a one-on-one duel.

For example, the advanced use of the universal anti-curse, the advanced use of the Shield Charm, etc.

On the same day that Sherlock returned to class, Harry also came out of the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey had forced him to lie in the ward for so many days, but in fact, after he woke up on the first day, his body was fine.

But what made Harry sad was that when he fell, his flying broom was blown by the wind onto the Whomping Willow and was torn to pieces by the irritable tree.

This made him sadder than losing the Quidditch game.

The Nimbus 2000 was not only the flying broom that accompanied him for three school years, but also a gift from Professor McGonagall after he joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Back to class again, Professor Lupin finally came back this time, which was the only thing that could make Harry feel a little better.

In this class, Lupin also cancelled the homework assigned by Snape, and continued their previous teaching progress, talking about the dark magic creature living in the water - the Hink Punks.

After Snape left, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class made all the students in the castle feel comfortable, and his good intentions seemed to be in vain.

Except for Sherlock, no other students doubted why he insisted on teaching the knowledge of werewolves in class.

After this Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lupin left Harry alone and cared about his Quidditch match.

Lupin did not watch the game, so he didn't know what happened until afterwards.

He told Harry about the power of Dementors and comforted him that being afraid of Dementors was not his problem, but because the fear Harry had experienced was much more terrifying than others.

Harry was obviously also upset about this matter, because just before he fainted on the court, the voice of his mother being killed by Voldemort appeared in his mind.

"You used a spell on the train to make the Dementor retreat." Harry suddenly said.

"There are certain defenses that people can use," Lupin said, "but there was only one guy like that on the train at the time. The more of them there are, the harder it is to resist."

"What kind of defenses?" Harry asked immediately, "Can you teach me?"

Lupin looked at him and shook his head and laughed.

"To be honest, Harry, I'm not an expert in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I'm not good at dealing with Dementors."

"But only if I master the methods to deal with them, I won't be afraid of them anymore!" Harry said firmly.

Lupin looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then gave him advice.

"If you really want to learn, I suggest you go to Sherlock, he is an expert in this field. Before I came to Hogwarts to teach, I also read the book he wrote about dark magic creatures. His understanding of Dementors is top-notch in the entire magic world."

Harry was stunned.

"Professor Forrest?"

"Yes, Sherlock, he is indeed talented. He is at the forefront of the magic world in the study of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I have something to do before Christmas. It's really not the right time to be sick."

It's not that Harry doesn't want to learn with Sherlock, because of the experience of traveling together in the summer vacation, it can be said that Sherlock is the teacher Harry is closest to in the castle.

But it is because of the close relationship that Harry knows better that if there is nothing too important, generally speaking, don't always lean on him, otherwise you will always encounter some bad "blessings" in inexplicable places.

But this time Harry really wanted to learn the magic that could deal with Dementors. After hearing Lupin's recommendation, Harry finally decided to follow his words and go to Sherlock.

When Harry came to the office, Sherlock was correcting the fifth-year homework.

He heard Harry's request and looked up at him in confusion.

"How did you know to ask me to learn?"

"Professor Lupin told me. He said you are an expert in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I asked him to teach me before, but he said he was not good at dealing with Dementors, and he had other things to do."

Sherlock didn't care about the previous compliments. Instead, he paid attention to Harry's last sentence.

"Lupin said he had other things to do?" He asked, touching his chin.

Harry didn't know why Sherlock asked this, and he nodded honestly.

"Yes, Professor Lupin said he was sick at a very bad time."

Sherlock thought for a while, then stared at Harry and asked.

"Is he pale and looks very weak?"

Harry followed his words and recalled what he looked like when he saw Lupin.

"The professor seems to be very weak and his face is always pale." Sherlock muttered to himself. "It looks like it, but it can't be true..." "What is it?" Harry asked blankly. "Nothing." Sherlock changed the subject. "Since you want to learn, I will naturally not refuse, but the Patronus Charm is not a simple defensive spell. It is difficult to learn. You must be prepared to learn for a long time." Harry's eyes were firm. "I will not give up halfway, professor." "Then follow me and learn well. From today, come to my office every Saturday and weekend night. I will teach you how to use this spell alone." Sherlock and Harry agreed on a time and sat in the office to think for a long time. In the end, he decided that it would be better to ask directly instead of thinking about it here. It was almost lunch time. Sherlock left the office and found Lupin, who looked much more depressed than before. "Would you like to go to the auditorium to eat something together?" Sherlock asked, leaning against the door frame. Lupin refused with a smile. "You should go by yourself. I have some things that I haven't finished yet."

"Actually, I have something I want to ask you."

After hearing Sherlock's words, Lupin was stunned. Then, as if he knew something, the smile on his face became slightly bitter. He sighed and stood up from his chair.

"Okay, let's talk while we eat."

They walked to the auditorium. Neither of them spoke on the way. There were not many people in the auditorium. It was not yet time for lunch. It would take half an hour for more students to come.

There was no one at the professor's long table on the podium.

Not all professors are used to having lunch in the auditorium. More often, they would ask the house elves to deliver lunch to their offices.

Sherlock and Lupin sat together. There was no one around them.

"Snape talked a lot about werewolves when he was teaching as a substitute. Students complained and kept saying that he seemed to have a werewolf as an enemy."

While Sherlock was talking, Lupin was drinking pumpkin porridge calmly.

"You told me before that you had done something to offend Snape, so are you his enemy?"

The scene suddenly became quiet. After a long time, Lupin, who was holding pumpkin porridge, spoke softly.

"I didn't expect you to ask so directly."

Sherlock shrugged.

"I don't like conversations that beat around the bush. Generally, if there is a question, I will ask it directly if I think it is appropriate. If it is not appropriate, I will ask it when it is appropriate."

"Indeed, since some questions are in doubt, it is best to ask directly." Lupin took a deep breath and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Snape is right. There is indeed a werewolf in Hogwarts now, and that person is me."