Just as Harley had expected, Professor Lupin frowned when the Feast was only a third of the way through.
His stomach was churning, as if Peeves were throwing a party inside it.
Professor Lupin had begun to doubt himself. He was a werewolf, after all, and his constitution was excellent. Surely he shouldn't be coming down with something minor.
Could it be something serious? The thought made him tense. His purse couldn't cover a stay at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
With no time to think, Professor Lupin hurriedly clutched his stomach and slipped out of the Great Hall.
Lupin moved so quickly that Professor Snape didn't even have time to stop him.
Although he hadn't managed to embarrass his colleague, Professor Snape was still in a good mood. A smile crept onto his face.
He absently felt around in his pocket and pulled out the parchment containing the new version of the Wolfsbane Potion recipe.
It was a true treasure. Professor Snape resolved to keep it safe and continue improving it, making its effects even more potent and powerful, and restoring its former glory!
Humming a tune, Professor Snape folded the parchment and carefully slipped it back into his pocket.
He was in such a good mood that even if he burned his hand, he wouldn't get angry.
Wait. Professor Snape suddenly realized that his hand was in his pocket. Why had it been burned?
The only thing in his pocket that could get hot was...the alarm spell he had set.
To stop those foolish Gryffindor lions from stealing Potions from his office, Professor Snape had laid down layer upon layer of protective spells.
If anyone touched them, a key he carried on him would grow burning hot and let out a shrill noise.
Before the