The Cursed Halloween Eve

Before nightfall, Warlock of level three or higher returned to the castle from Hogsmeade.

Ron and Hermione brought Harry a lot of sweets, while George, Fred, and Percy brought him some toys, trying their best to comfort Harry's fragile heart.

The entire school's teachers and students gathered in the Great Hall, which was adorned with pumpkins, to enjoy a sumptuous Halloween Eve dinner while watching a Ghost performance.

Harry would occasionally glance up at Professor Lupin at the faculty dining table, his eyes filled with worry.

After hesitating for a moment, he patted Aaron on the back. "Um... has Professor Snape been acting strangely lately?"

"Why are you asking this?" Aaron frowned slightly.

"Snape brought Professor Lupin a Potions today," Ron said in a low voice, "And Professor Lupin drank it."

"So?"

"So they want to ask you if it's possible that Snape poisoned Professor Lupin?" Hermione added somewhat awkwardly, "You know that Professor Snape has always coveted the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor."

Aaron nearly spat out the juice he had just finished drinking.

Good grief, I'm lucky I'm trained, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have laughed out loud.

"You guys really have a vivid imagination." Aaron looked at the three of them speechlessly. "Professor Snape was a bit strict with you, but he wouldn't be that heartless!"

Besides, do you guys think Professor Lupin is brainless? Drinking Potions handed to him by someone else for no reason?

Upon hearing this, Harry felt awkward for a moment, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief, and Hermione and Ron's expressions also softened.

After the banquet, students from the four colleges left the Great Hall to prepare for bed.

Before they could even return to the common room, the Prefect brought Dumbledore's order: the Great Hall must be closed.

"What happened?" Aaron asked Niall, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"I don't know, let's try to combine them first!"

We, the Prefect to make sure you get back to the Great Hall safely.

Aaron followed behind Niall, carrying Abei in his arms, thinking that Hogwarts ' Halloween Eve must have been cursed.

Previously, Quirrell released the Troll, then the Basilisk launched an attack, and now another monster has appeared, which is probably no small matter either.

After all the students had finished speaking, Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick closed all the doors of the Great Hall, including the windows.

"My teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle," Dumbledore said. "For your own safety, you will have to spend the night here."

The Prefect will guard the entrance, and the male and female student council presidents will be in charge of management. Report any incidents to me immediately.

After saying that, Dumbledore waved his Wand, and hundreds of sleeping bags were neatly laid out on the ground.

After he left, the students started talking about it.

Aaron walked up to Harry and the others. "Can anyone tell me what happened?"

"Sirius Black has Hogwarts Black," Harry said nervously. "He also attacked the Fat Lady guards the doorway to the Gryffindor Common Room. He must be here for me."

"But how did he get in?"

There are hundreds of Dementor guarding the outside!

"Perhaps it's Apparition," Ron guessed. "It's a kind of magic that allows you to teleport, to go from one place to another in the blink of an eye."

"Impossible. Hogwarts is protected by magic; Apparition is impossible," Hermione said.

"That's strange. Could it be that Hogwarts has some secret that it doesn't know?"

"That's impossible, Aaron." Hermione shook her head. "Filch knows all the secret passages, and the entrances to those passages are heavily guarded by Dementor."

"Stop talking, lights out right now!" Percy Weasley, the student council president, shouted. "Get into your sleeping bags and go to sleep."

The entire Great Hall fell silent immediately; all the candles were extinguished, and only the enchanted ceiling emitted a dazzling starlight.

Many students were whispering among themselves, and Percy and Filch kept patrolling the Great Hall, scolding those who were talking to go to sleep.

The professors split up to search the castle, but after searching every corner, they found nothing.

"He's really something, don't you think?" Professor Snape asked, following behind Dumbledore. "He entered Hogwarts Castle all by himself, without anyone noticing."

"It's definitely quite charming."

"Have you thought about how he got in?"

"I've thought about it a lot, but none of them are possible."

Snape paused for a moment, then continued, "You may recall that I expressed my concerns when you appointed Professor Lupin before the start of the semester..."

"No teacher in the castle would help Sirius Black Black," Dumbledore interrupted, his tone utterly certain.

Seemingly sensing the warning, Snape didn't continue the topic. "I believe the castle is safe, but I still hope to send the students back to their respective houses."

Should Potter warn him?

"Maybe so, but let him sleep for now!"

After listening to their conversation, Aaron slowly opened his eyes.

Abei poked his head out of the sleeping bag, but before he could catch his breath, a large hand pressed him back down.

"There's a mole, Professor Lupin is highly suspicious," Aaron thought to himself.

He felt that Snape's suspicions were not impossible. It was impossible for a murderer to sneak into Hogwarts, which was guarded by Dementor, without anyone noticing. However, if someone inside the castle was cooperating, that would be a different story.

Moreover, the previous two Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor have already proven the adage "you can know a person's face but not their heart." Professor Lupin's current performance is commendable, but no one knows what he's really thinking.

However, none of this mattered to him. With his current Archmage Peak, even if Sirius Black and Lupin Zhen colluded, they would pose no threat to him.

If you can't mess with him, fine; but if you do, he wouldn't mind collecting a bounty from the Ministry of Magic.

After a thorough search of the castle, confirming that Sirius Black Black left, Hogwarts returned to order the next day.

However, Sirius Black still caused quite a stir, and for the next few days he became the only topic of conversation at school.

His main target Harry Potter, was also under tight protection. Professors, Prefect, and the student council president would often accompany him on the road, for fear that Sirius Black Black would suddenly appear and kill him if he was not careful.

On F.R.I.D.A.Y., the sky was overcast, and thunder rumbled intermittently.

This cast a heavy shadow over the Quidditch team, as their first match was scheduled for tomorrow and, barring any unforeseen circumstances, would likely take place in a storm.

Draco was particularly excited, even feeling that the Slytherin House Team was favored by Merlin.

Marcus and Cedric had just finalized their switch opponents when the weather turned so bad. He had to watch the match live tomorrow, and he wanted to know how Harry Potter would catch the Golden Snitch in such a stormy weather.

As Defense Against the Dark Arts began, a torrential downpour began outside. Snape strode in, and with each wave of his Wand, a window would slam shut.

When he arrived at the podium, all the windows were closed, minimizing the impact of the wind and rain outside on the classroom.

"Turn to page 394," Professor Snape said expressionlessly.

"Excuse me, teacher, where is Professor Lupin?" Harry Potter asked, mustering his courage.

"This is not something you should be concerned about, is it, Potter?" Professor Snape explained unhurriedly. "Your professor is currently unwell and unable to come to teach."

Harry felt that Snape was just brushing him off, so he lowered his head and helplessly flipped through the pages of his book.

"Werewolf?"

Aaron's cheek twitched slightly as he looked at the title of the last chapter.

Holy crap! Professor Snape is really something else!

You, a Potions Class professor, are teaching students how to fight the Defense Against the Dark Arts the Dark Defense Against the Dark Arts.

If Lupin knew, he would probably be so angry he'd vomit blood. But he couldn't blame him, nor did he have any reason to. Snape could have easily argued that he was thinking about the students' safety.

"That's right." Snape gave Aaron a deep look. "In this lesson, we'll learn how to deal with Werewolf."

"But Professor, we just learned about Red Cap, Kappa, and Grindylow," Hermione said, raising her hand as if she had suddenly appeared in the classroom without even taking out her books.

"If you ask me, you should have learned how to deal with them when you were in first grade."

Also, Miss Granger, I feel it's necessary to remind you that this lesson is my responsibility, and teaching you how to identify Werewolf is absolutely essential.

Now, can someone tell me the difference between Animagus and Werewolf?

Hermione raised her hand high, but Snape ignored her and looked away.

"Gaius, you answer this."

Aaron:...

I don't think I raised my hand!

"Uh... the former has the right to choose, to become an animal according to their own wishes, and to retain their sanity and magic."

Werewolf have no choice; they are no different from ordinary people at times, but on the night of a full moon, they become uncontrollably irrational, bloodthirsty beasts.

At that time, they didn't recognize any relatives, except for those of other species.

"Very strange, Slytherin.

So, is there any way to keep Werewolf sane on a full moon?

Hermione raised her right hand again, Professor Snape gave him a disdainful look before continuing, "Gaius, you answer."

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and he said speechlessly, "Wolfsbane Potion."

Take it a week before the full moon, and you'll maintain your sanity even when transformed into a wolf.

"Slytherin plus ."

"Who can tell me what to do if I encounter Werewolf in the wild?" Professor Snape looked at Hermione raising her right hand high, and turned his face away impatiently. "Longbottom, you answer."

"Me?" Neville stood up with a mournful face, looking aggrieved. "I should...run."

"That's all you can do," Snape scoffed. "But it might be the only way for you if you can escape."

"Miss Granger, I see you must be tired of raising your hand," Snape asked meaningfully. "What would you do if your friend or close relative turned into Werewolf?"