Lupin's Extracurricular Guidance

The students had been on edge lately.

Not only because Sirius Black was drawing closer, but also because Dementors kept wandering around the castle.

Although Dementors fell under the Ministry of Magic's jurisdiction, how could such creatures, utterly incapable of forgiveness or human feeling, possibly be completely controlled by the Ministry?

Once they sensed the intense fear in someone's heart, or faced positive emotions and could no longer suppress their own urge to consume, they would even dare to suck Fudge dry.

Their entire bodies exuded icy cold and decay. Just one Dementor approaching could gradually strip away a person's happiness, let alone the dozens currently roaming Hogwarts.

Wherever Dementors passed, grass withered and flowers died. They truly put the moon to shame and made fish sink and geese fall.

As Dumbledore watched his school's greenery turn into heaps of dry, yellowed branches, he had already calculated a complete compensation bill to submit to the Ministry of Magic.

Perhaps next year they could charge a little less for textbooks, and the Whomping Willow could even get a bit of wax.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts Classroom was packed with students.

It was not class time. The only thing that could gather so many students together on a weekend was the Dueling Club.

After learning that Eli had founded the Dueling Club, Lupin had generously offered up his classroom and even attended the gathering himself.

Watching the lively students, Lupin seemed to see his own youthful self and felt deeply nostalgic.

"Today is your stage. I'm just a spectator now."

Eli had wanted to invite Lupin up to say a few words first, but Lupin jokingly declined.

He stood below the platform like the other students, chatting and laughing with those around him, without the slightest air of a