When You're Bored, You Can Play a Round of Werewolf / Playing Games Can Instantly Reveal the "Criminal"

Harry hoped his students would grasp these basic principles of offense and defense, and on this basis, summarize universal methods for dealing with different types of enemies.

For example, Werewolf and vampires have similar characteristics: they are both agile and need to attack at close range. Therefore, the strategy of 'slowing down and kiting' can be used to deal with these types of enemies.

The same applies to other situations involving Dark Magic; students must shift their focus from 'a certain type' of Dark Magic to 'a certain category' of Dark Magic, otherwise they will only ever be memorizing by rote.

You've learned '1+1=2', but then you don't know how to calculate '2+2'. That's absolutely not acceptable.

"That makes sense, absolutely makes sense!" After listening to Harry's explanation, Lupin couldn't help but applaud. "That's right. Dark Magic has always been considered impossible to defend against, one important reason being the sheer number of types. Now, with your set of basic principles, wizards may no longer need to bother memorizing how to deal with every curse and dangerous creature."

At this point, Lupin couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Harry is just too..."

The classroom door was kicked open violently, and Snape stormed into the classroom, grabbing Harry by the collar.

"Harry Granger, how long are you going to dawdle here? Get back here and start brewing your Potions!"

"Uh... Professor Snape, there are so many students watching, shouldn't you tone it down a bit?" Lupin was startled by Snape and quickly stepped forward to dissuade him with a conflicted expression.

"Lupin... I'm taking my own student back to class, do you have a problem with that?" Snape looked at Lupin with a dark expression, the threat on his face quite obvious.

You dare try to steal Harry from me? Do you even want to have a peaceful night next full moon?

"Uh... no objection, I have absolutely no objection~" Lupin's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, and he decisively sold out Harry.

"No... Professor Lupin, this isn't fair! You're the one who asked me to come to class, so I... Uh! Severus Snape, I'm telling you, pull me a little easier!"

Harry wanted to complain, but after Snape had subdued Lupin, he dragged him out of the classroom without a word, nearly choking him to the point of stitches.

"Severus Snape, slow down! I was wrong, okay? You... you should at least let me say goodbye to everyone!"

Amidst the bewildered and disapproving glances of all the second-year students, Harry's screams gradually faded into the distance.

"Well, as you can see, Harry is really too popular. Let's send him to deal with Professor Snape first."

After a smug laugh, Lupin, completely oblivious to betraying his teammates, grabbed Grindylow again. "Next, I'm going to explain Grindylow in detail. These creatures excel at grasping; they have very long claws, but this is also their weakness, as these slender claws are easily broken. To counter this, today I'll teach you how to use the Extraction Charm, which is very effective against creatures skilled in grasping..."

"Severus Snape, really! Class was almost over, why did you have to drag me away?"

In the Slytherin Headmaster's office, Harry, feeling frustrated, set up Cauldron in front of Snape and processed the various medicinal herbs that kept arriving, as requested by the latter.

If he was even slightly distracted, Snape would immediately whack him on the back of the head with his cane.

"Finish reading this book, and all these aconite roots must be dealt with by tomorrow morning."

Snape slammed a book documenting the invention of modern Potions in front of Harry, while simultaneously summoning a mountain of aconite plants from the office floor.

"I have to handle all of this?" Harry couldn't help but make a bitter face. "Severus Snape, I have to go to my Astronomy tonight..."

"I asked around before, Aurora Sinistra said that since you bought the moving constellation model, you no longer need to attend Astronomy." Snape looked at Harry expressionlessly. "That's perfect. From now on, you can come to study Potions during evening and night classes. If you don't pass the Potions O.W.L. Certificate next June, then you don't need to register for the O.W.L. Examinations for other courses."

"Huh? Severus Snape, you can't do this! Aren't you clearly trying to make me a stumbling block on my path to learning?"

Harry's face fell in exasperation, but then he seemed to realize something and asked uncertainly, "You... you wouldn't be jealous of Uncle Lupin, would you...?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get rid of the aconite!" Snape grabbed his pointer and gave Harry another hard whack on the head.

"Ugh! Okay, okay, but please don't hit me so hard!" Harry complained, rubbing his head helplessly.

Despite his frustration, Harry never considered cheating on the homework Snape had given him.

After all, he knew very well that the other party was definitely doing it for his own good.

What's more... successfully obtaining the Potions O.W.L. Certificate at the end of the third year is far more challenging than taking exams in subjects like History of Magic or Astronomy!

So Harry spent most of his time from afternoon until midnight in the Slytherin Headmaster's office.

He carefully tended to the aconite plant that Snape had brought him, and when he got tired, he would look at the Potions catalog. Time slipped away unnoticed.

"Hmm... Damocles, isn't that the famous Potions Master?"

As Harry casually flipped to a certain page in the book, Harry discovered that Snape had made many detailed annotations there.

Damocles Belby, who was of the same generation as the Severus Snape, was a renowned Potions Master in the Britain Wizarding World.

His most celebrated achievement was inventing the Wolfsbane Potion, known as the 'Godsend of Werewolf.' Legend has it that if Werewolf drinks this potion a week before the full moon, he will remain sane even when he transforms.

However, this master potion maker did not amass great wealth through Wolfsbane Potion, because the potion was not only extremely difficult to make, but the ingredients were also very expensive, which the penniless Werewolf simply could not afford.

Harry knew this because he had studied Werewolf for a long time.

Last school year, he received a spell from Lockhart that restored him to human form. It was a magical spell created by an obscure old Armenia wizard, and it was said to be able to forcibly turn Werewolf back into humans.

Unfortunately, Lockhart, that good-for-nothing, messed up the spell, making it unrecognizable. Harry has been trying to restore it to its original form.

"Wait... aconite?" Looking at the mountain of aconite plants beside him, Harry fell into deep thought.

Monkshood are clearly listed in the previous booklet as important ingredients for making Wolfsbane Potion, and the Severus Snape did indeed make many annotations there, so...

Is the Severus Snape researching Wolfsbane Potion?

But why would he create Potions that can only be used by Werewolf?

Chapter 296 Feeling bored? Try a Werewolf Kill!

Just look at the class schedule to see how busy the third year at Hogwarts is.

The Flying Class that were offered in the first and second years were completely canceled in the third year. However, the students did not find it easier as a result. Instead, they became even busier than before due to the influx of elective courses.

Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts saw unprecedented combined classes and evening sessions; as for Astronomy, which was already taught at night, an additional midnight class was added to accommodate the need to observe more celestial changes.

So, when the students of Eagle House and Gryffindor House finished their Tuesday midnight Astronomy at 2 a. m. on Wednesday, a dazed Neville almost slipped and tumbled down the stairs of the Astronomy Tower.

Fortunately, Ron, who was standing next to him, reacted quickly and pulled him back, narrowly averting a 'tragedy'.

Of course, Harry only heard about this later, because he was getting tutoring from Snape and dealing with medicine at the time.

He didn't take Astronomy, and he rarely took other classes with students of the same grade.

If the third year of other young wizards can be described as busy and uncomfortable, then for Harry, it can be summed up in another word: chaos.

Harry had Hagrid's schedule for Care of Magical Creatures, Lupin's schedule for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and his own 'third-year' schedule, which had been revised countless times.

He had completely abandoned History of Magic and Astronomy, and even if he met with the professor, it would only be in a fifth-year classroom; everything was for the sake of OWLs.

Potions Class was even held together for third, fourth, and fifth year students. When Cedric Diggory, who had become the Prefect of Hufflepuff House, saw Harry in the classroom, he was so surprised that it was as if he had seen a ghost.

Oh, and by the way, Harry's Muggle Studies course was also moved to fifth year, and what's even more unbelievable is... Charity Burbage's lectures for third and fifth year students were basically the same!

If this course isn't reformed soon, it's really going to be doomed.

Even with countless schoolwork assignments weighing him down, Harry still seemed more relaxed than other students in his grade, even having time to laze around like a couch potato. Isn't that infuriating?

Ultimately, the area around Hogwarts is only so big, and it's gradually becoming too small for him to cause trouble.

"Hey, I've seen several students fall asleep while walking, go to the wrong classroom, or even cry loudly in the hallway this week. You're busy from morning till night every day, how come you seem to be doing nothing?"

Inside the doorman's hut, Filch watched Harry leisurely flipping through the Potions manual and couldn't help but show a puzzled expression.

In his view, Harry had to deal with a lot of strange and bizarre things, plus a much more terrifying amount of studying than most people, so he should have had a receding hairline like him long ago.

"I have a lot of things to do, but right now these things either can't be started or can't be carried out. I'm really frustrated," Harry said with a helpless sigh.

You can tell by counting on your fingers: Harry wants to study ancient alchemy, but the Flamel couple haven't arrived yet;

He wanted to continue investigating the events surrounding Peter Pettigrew Peter, but the Ministry of Magic had not yet announced his death.

He has several research topics to study, including dismantling alchemical artifacts, Human Restoration Spell, and sound and elemental magic. These things can't be accomplished overnight; they require time and gradual refinement.

"In short, I can't worry about anything else besides studying right now." Harry rolled his eyes in frustration. "Nearly Headless Nick was going to get me some work, but he still hasn't replied."

"If you're really that bored, I can arrange a job for you, but I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it," Filch said after thinking for a moment. "Didn't you start a Detective Society before? Could you help me find some things I lost before?"

"Oh, tell me, what have you lost?" Harry's eyes lit up when he saw that Filch actually had a case coming to him.

It just so happens that the Detective Society hasn't opened for business even though it's been a week since school started, and he's been worrying about how to get started.

"I won't even mention the worthless brooms and cleaning supplies; it's not a big deal if they're lost. You should know there's a special drawer in the office for confiscated items, right?" Filch pointed to a particular drawer in the filing cabinet. "I put some items that I deem absolutely unacceptable to return to students there, but over the years, someone always manages to sneak something away when I'm not looking."

"These past few years? Some?" Harry repeated the key words in confusion. "Mr. Filch, please don't tell me these things have been lost for years!"

"That must have been several years, because I haven't lost anything since you moved in," Filch said matter-of-factly. "As for the things that have been lost, I didn't tell you to find them all. Just look for what interests you. For example, the last thing I remember losing was confiscated directly from your father back then."

"My father?" Harry's interest was piqued. "What's that?"

"It was a blank roll of parchment. I didn't really see what it was for, but your father's four troublemakers were so infamous that I kept it in the drawer," Filch explained. "But a few years ago, it mysteriously disappeared."

"Mr. Filch, please wait a moment. I'll gather the members together, and then you can explain the details of the case to us!"

Harry had only intended to find some fun to relieve the boredom of studying, but he inadvertently learned about news related to his father, and his motivation immediately soared.

A moment later, the members of the 'Werewolf Kill Detective Agency' who had been notified gathered in Filch's office.

Hermione, Luna Lovegood, Colin, Will (who just enrolled this year), and Harry (the founder) – the five members of the Detective Society were all in place.

Oh, and we should also count the group of 'evidence-gathering cats' that Harry keeps.

"Hey, I didn't expect you guys to be so professional?" Filch was taken aback when he saw the five kids in front of him all wearing serious expressions.

To be honest, being stared at by these kids carrying quill pens, notebooks, and even cameras at the same time did make him feel a bit of pressure, like he was being interrogated.

So, filled with curiosity, Filch began to explain in detail.

That was probably a little over a year before Harry enrolled in school. Filch was checking his drawer when he suddenly discovered that the roll of parchment he had always kept was missing.

He even publicly threatened at the End-of-Year Feast that the students who were going to commit the crime should hand it over, but in the end, the 'culprit' was still not found.

Since he never knew the purpose of the parchment, the matter was eventually dropped.

"Not much information..." Harry raised an eyebrow, then suddenly laughed. "But it's okay, thankfully we still have witnesses."

"Witness... who is that?"

"Harry? Did you send the cat to find me? I thought it was Mr. Filch!"

Just as Filch was wondering who Harry had chosen as a witness, a meow suddenly came from outside the door, and then Lupin pushed open the office door.

"I asked you to come, Uncle Lupin," Harry said with a smile, welcoming Lupin in. "Mr. Filch has a case he's asked us to investigate, so he'd like to ask you for some clues. Perfect timing, we can relax and play some games while we're investigating."

"A game? Interesting. What kind of game is it?" Lupin asked with great interest.

"Werewolf Kill"

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Chapter 297 Playing games can instantly identify 'criminals'

Lupin sometimes felt that Harry might be a calamity in his life.

When Lupin first learned of his old friend's son's situation, he was really looking forward to meeting Harry; but when they actually met, he was repeatedly shocked and almost had a heart attack.

This child, he's simply a prodigy!

Harry was so ruthless that he dared to use the Great Hall as a scene of capturing Peter Pettigrew. He could run rampant throughout Hogwarts, and even Peeves didn't dare to act recklessly in front of him.

He also cultivated all the instructors into his own patrons, including the ill-tempered Filch and Snape, their old 'enemy' from their Marauders.

As for the question of Harry should take lessons with, Lupin recently indirectly offended Snape. With the full moon approaching, he now suspects every day that Snape might poison his potions.

But Lupin had to admit that all of the above only slightly alarmed him; what truly terrified him was Harry's constant talk of 'killing Werewolf.'

No, what grudge could he possibly have against Werewolf?

Not only did they form a Detective Society called 'Werewolf Kill,' but now they're even calling a card game they're playing with 'Werewolf Kill'?

While Harry was explaining the identity cards and the rules of the game, Lupin really wanted to say something in his defense... Werewolf don't actually kill people every night!

And apart from the night of the full moon, we... no, I mean the Werewolf, have absolutely no way to transform at will!

They're innocent too, okay?

In short, when Lupin saw the 'Werewolf card' he had accidentally drawn in the game, he was genuinely worried that Harry might suddenly throw a Sword of Gryffindor at him and stab him in the chest.

However, Harry was completely oblivious to Lupin's discomfort and continued explaining his identity to everyone.

"Everyone should have already drawn their role cards for the game. The Werewolf we need to catch during the game can also be used to refer to the criminals in this case."

The card in Harry's hand was one he made himself during his vacation, inspired by the game Werewolf Kill. While he was explaining the rules, the other people present had already blindly drawn their respective identity cards.