School life continued; the painful Monday would not disappear for anyone's will, and Harry also had to be discharged from the hospital to attend classes.
After Gryffindor lost to Hufflepuff, Draco became overconfident and imitated Harry falling off his broomstick during Potion Class.
Professor Snape was always very tolerant of people from his own house, pretending not to see it.
It must be said, Draco had a talent for acting.
To praise his excellent acting talent, Ron enthusiastically threw a bloody crocodile heart onto his face.
Snape deducted fifty points from Gryffindor for this, making Hermione so angry she wanted to kill someone.
"If Professor Snape is still teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts Class this afternoon, I'm just skipping," Ron said angrily in the Great Hall, too upset to even eat his chicken leg.
Charlie glanced at him, then looked at Hermione next to him.
Hermione was staring intently at Ron, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"I advise you not to."
"Hermione will really kill you."
Ron followed Charlie's gaze, met Hermione's eyes, and immediately shrank his neck.
"I'm joking, just joking."
"You'd better be," Hermione said through gritted teeth.
When it was time for class, the group arrived in the classroom and found that Professor Lupin had returned.
However, he looked terrible.
His face was as pale as if he had just climbed out of a sickbed, with two circles of bluish-black shadows under his eyes, and even his robes seemed loose and baggy, as if he had lost a lot of weight.
Charlie scanned him, becoming even more certain that Professor Lupin was a Werewolf.
But that had nothing to do with him; Professor Lupin was very good to him. He could sleep during theoretical classes and play during practical classes. Charlie had no intention of reporting Professor Lupin.
As for Professor Snape's hints, Charlie was just a student, he didn't understand, he didn't understand.
Before class, the students were all complaining about Snape's bad behavior.
"He doesn't treat us like people; the homework he assigns is impossible to finish," a Gryffindor student said indignantly.
"Exactly, and we don't even know what a Werewolf is," another student echoed.
"Two rolls of parchment!"
Professor Lupin leaned against the podium and asked gently, "Did you tell Professor Snape that we haven't learned that yet?"
"We did, but he wouldn't listen."
"He said he has his own pace."
"Two rolls of parchment!"
Professor Lupin smiled, a tired but still warm smile.
"Don't worry, I'll talk to Professor Snape. You don't have to write that essay."
A cheer erupted in the classroom.
Ron jumped straight out of his seat, waving his fists.
"Great! Long live Professor Lupin!"
The other students also breathed a sigh of relief, the clouds of worry clearing from their faces.
Only Hermione sat in her seat, her face gradually falling. She had already finished it, having stayed up until midnight last night to complete it.
Although it was a theoretical class today, Professor Lupin still brought a Hinkypunk to introduce it on the spot, allowing students to gain a deeper understanding of this creature.
This creature looked like wisps of smoke, with only one leg and carrying a lantern in its hand, appearing harmless.
Professor Lupin pointed his wand at it, explaining its habits and weaknesses to the students.
After class, students left the classroom one after another.
Harry packed his things, not rushing to leave. He stood in place for a while, waiting until most of the other students had left before walking to the podium.
Lupin was organizing his lecture notes. He looked up, saw Harry, and gave a gentle smile.
When Harry was injured, he couldn't visit due to his own physical condition.
He had initially worried that Harry's mental state might be problematic, but now Harry seemed to be in very good condition.
"Harry, is something wrong?"
Harry took a deep breath, looking directly into Lupin's eyes.
"Professor, I want to learn the Patronus Charm."
Lupin's movements paused. He put down the parchment in his hand and looked at Harry seriously.
"Why do you suddenly want to learn this?"
"I don't want to faint anymore," Harry's voice was calm, but his tone carried a resolute determination.
"Every time I see a Dementor, I can't do anything, I just fall down. I've had enough."
"The Patronus Charm is very difficult, Harry," Lupin said slowly. "Even among adult Wizards, not everyone can master it."
"I know," Harry did not back down.
"But I still want to learn."
Lupin sighed.
He really wanted to agree, but his current condition was truly terrible.
The full moon had just passed, and his body hadn't fully recovered; even standing through one class felt strenuous.
His gaze inadvertently swept across the back of the classroom, landing on the figure slumped over a desk.
Lupin's eyes lit up, and he had an idea.
"Harry, my Patronus Charm isn't actually that powerful," Lupin turned back, signaling Harry with his eyes.
"You have a better choice than asking me."
Harry was taken aback, following Lupin's gaze.
Charlie had just woken up and stretched.
"Are you talking about Charlie?"
"You've seen his Patronus," Lupin smiled.
"That silver dragon, right?"
Harry remembered the scene on the Quidditch pitch that day. A silver giant dragon descended from the sky, opening its mouth to swallow one Dementor after another.
Such a level was more than enough to teach him. Harry hadn't thought of Charlie immediately, which was also due to habitual thinking, always feeling that to learn something, one should go to a teacher.
However, why should Charlie teach him?
...Charlie stretched, counting the tyrant points from this class.
"Your Majesty is neglecting court affairs, tyrant points +1+1+1..."
The system's voice rang in his mind, with its usual flattery.
Charlie let out a long breath.
Getting stronger every day relies on the system; life is just this simple, unadorned, and boring.
Just then, Harry walked to his desk, hesitated, and said, "Charlie, I want to learn the Patronus Charm from you."
Charlie looked up at Harry.
"I'm willing to pay tuition," Harry added.
Charlie raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair.
"Are you sure you want to learn from me?"
Harry nodded.
"My methods are very cruel, you know."
Harry still did not back down.
"I'm sure."
"Good! Very spirited! I'll teach you."
Charlie patted Harry's shoulder.
Ron and Hermione, hearing what Harry said, also had an idea.
After all, who wouldn't want a powerful summoned beast?
"I want to learn too," Ron said.
"Me too, I'll pay tuition," Hermione raised her hand.
For Charlie, teaching one was teaching, and teaching three was also teaching; there was no difference.
"Alright, let's learn together then."
"But there's no time during school, let's wait until the Christmas holiday."
"I guarantee you'll master the Patronus Charm in seven days."
As soon as he finished speaking, a curve appeared at the corner of Charlie's mouth, and a glint of excitement shone in his eyes.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione saw Charlie's twisted smile and felt a sudden unease.
"Why do I suddenly feel a bad premonition?"
"That was rash."
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