"Dong dong"
Lu Ping was preparing lessons for the upcoming teaching arrangements in his office. His desk was piled with various books, most of which were large information collections three fingers thick.
Suddenly, two gentle knocks came from outside the door.
"Who is it?" he asked, raising his head.
"Good evening, Professor Lupin! I'm Maka McClane."
Lupine was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound.
To be honest, he didn't know how to deal with this special student.
Ever since Dumbledore invited him to teach at Hogwarts, he had a general understanding of the students he would come into contact with - after all, this was a rare and serious job.
You know, it is really difficult for a werewolf to find a suitable job. Because of this, he has no shortage of talents, but he has been living in poverty and hiding in Tibet.
Lupine cherished this job.
But Maka, the child, left him a little helpless.
If Maka was just an ordinary genius, Lupine wouldn't have any worries about it. It would be better to say that he was happy before it was too late!
But what this student showed is not just something that can be explained by the word "genius".
It can be said that Lupine has begun to worry about whether he can hide his werewolf identity in front of this child. If they were discovered... Oh, this would be unimaginably bad!
He really didn't want to see the frightened faces of those cute children when they learned their identities.
That kind of look, like looking at a monster, really didn't match the innocent faces of the children - he never wanted to see it a second time.
Moreover, if it were Maca...
"That kid might not hesitate to pull out his wand and hit me hard in the face - that's what he did to the dementors." Lupine couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"...Well, please come in."
He hesitated for a moment, and finally responded.
The door was opened, and the child's face still had that calm look, as if he wouldn't be too surprised no matter what happened. It was hard to imagine that it was a childish face.
"Good evening, Professor Lupin." Maka forced a smile, but he didn't know that his smile looked so charming that it would be better not to smile at all.
"Good evening. What's wrong with coming to see me so late?" Lu Ping also smiled and asked.
"Oh, yes, I'm here to give you something."
Maka said, taking out the potion bottle containing the Wolfsbane potion and placing it gently on top of the books on Lupin's desk - there was no extra space on the desk, so he could only do this.
But Lu Ping looked at the small potion bottle, and the smile on his face became stiff.
"Uh, oh... Did Professor Snape ask you to bring it to me?" Lupine said dryly, "Thank you, please excuse me."
"Yes, that's right," Maka nodded, "I will send you the potions every month from now on."
"Damn slugs!" Lupine couldn't help but cursed in his mind, but he had to maintain an embarrassing smile on his face.
"Oh - thank you! But I thought that might not be appropriate. I'll talk to Snot... I mean, Professor Snape, I'll let him bring it over without bothering you."
"No trouble," Maka spread her hands and said, "In fact, Professor, I prepare the wolfsbane potion every month. It doesn't take much time to deliver it..."
Before Maka could finish her words, Lupine's face completely froze.
"Oh - ahem, last month... too?" Lu Ping said awkwardly with a complicated expression on his face.
"Yes," Maka nodded, "Don't worry, Professor... I will keep this secret for you, don't worry."
Lupine nodded subconsciously, and then immediately shook his head.
"Thank you... but... what about you?" He couldn't help but ask, "Don't you have any... other ideas about this matter?"
"Any other ideas?" Maka repeated his words and immediately understood what he meant.
"Oh, it's nothing," he shrugged. "I think the change of bloodline is even a manifestation of an advantage. For example, Merlin - he once studied the bloodline transformation of wizards. This is a very interesting way. The study of magic."
"But..." Lu Ping opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, "Well, okay... thank you."
"Relax, Professor." Maka said, "Your courses are very good and everyone likes them very much. I believe that even if things are exposed, at least among most students, their impression of the professor will not change much. .”
"I hope..." Lu Ping sighed, and then shook his head decisively, "No, it's better not to be exposed."
"Then, I'll go back to the common room. Good night, Professor."
"Good night, Mr. McClane—" Lupine watched Maka leave his office calmly. When the door closed, he couldn't help but add, "And... thank you."
…
Recently, Harry has been practicing Quidditch three times a week, never less than once.
The weather is getting colder and wetter, and the nights are getting darker. But no matter how much mud, wind or rain, nothing could shake Harry's good foresight: their team would eventually win the huge Silver Quidditch Cup.
"This is our last chance to win the Quidditch Cup—my last chance," Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood said to his teammates, striding up and down in front of them. "At the end of the year I'm leaving school... I can't compete here anymore."
"Gryffindor hasn't won in seven years now. Well, we've had bad luck in the past - injuries - and then the tournament was canceled last year..." Wood swallowed, as if the memory still haunted him. It felt like a lump in the throat, "But we also know that we have the title of the best team in our school!"
he said, making a fist with one hand and banging it on the other, with the old fanatical gleam in his eyes again.
“We have three of the best Chasers.”
Wood pointed in turn to Elias Pinnett, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell.
“We have two invincible hitters.”
"Stop it Oliver, you're embarrassing us." Fred and George, the two Weasley brothers who always love to make fun of each other, said together, pretending to blush.
"We also have a Seeker, and he always wins the game!" Wood said lowly, glaring at Harry with an air of furious pride.
"And me," he added, as an afterthought.
"We thought you were very nice too, Oliver," said George.
"Excellent goalkeeper," Fred said.
"The point is," Wood continued, striding around again, "there's still no Maka McClain this year! Yes! No Maka McClain!"
"Oh—don't mention that score-scoring maniac, don't mention him—" Fred and George said in unison.
The other team members also looked frightened.
It can be said that in the last semester, Maca's dominating performance on the court really made the team members of the other three colleges lose their confidence.
It seemed that as long as that guy was around, it would be impossible for the Quidditch Silver Cup to move. From that time on, the title "Point-Scoring Maniac" began to spread among the various house teams.
"Oliver, this is our year! No Maclean!" Fred said.
"We're going to win, Oliver! Without McClane!" Angelina said.
"Definitely." Harry echoed weakly, "Well, there's no Mar-I mean, there's no Maclean-"
One night, darkness had fallen quietly, and Harry had finished his hard training for the day.
He was walking to the Gryffindor common room, feeling cold and stiff, but pleased with how the practice was going.
When Harry got through the hole behind the Fat Lady's portrait, he found people in the lounge buzzing about something and looking very excited.
"What happened?" he asked Ron and Hermione.
The two men were sitting in the two best seats by the fire, comparing several star charts from astronomy class.
"First Hogsmeade weekend," Ron said, pointing to a notice on the old noticeboard, "end of October, Halloween."
"Great," said Fred, who followed Harry to the hole in the portrait. "I have to go to Zuko's, I'm almost out of stink bombs."
Harry sat down on a chair next to Ron. His excitement gradually subsided, and Hermione seemed to read his mind.
"Harry, I'm sure you'll be able to go next time," she said. "They'll catch Black soon—he's been seen somewhere already."
"Black wouldn't be that stupid. He wouldn't want to do anything in Hogsmeade." Ron said, "Ask Professor McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry. I don't know about the next time." When do we have to wait until—"
"Ron!" Hermione raised her eyebrows, "Harry should stay at school -"
"He can't be the only third year in school," Ron argued. "Ask McGonagall, go ahead, Harry -"
"Yes, I think I'll ask." Harry seemed determined.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but then her cat, Crookshanks, jumped briskly into her lap with a large dead spider in his mouth.
"Does it have to eat in front of us?" Ron growled.
"Smart Crookshanks, did you catch it yourself?" Hermione ignored Ron who was yelling.
She lowered her head and looked at Crookshanks tenderly, as if she thought it was cute even when it was eating spiders.
Crookshanks chewed the spider slowly, its yellow eyes fixed on Ron.
"Just let it stay there, please." Ron said angrily, going to get the star chart again, "Scabbers is sleeping in my schoolbag!"