Chapter 86

"Dong Dong"

Lupin is preparing lessons for the next teaching arrangement in his office. His desk is full of all kinds of books, most of which are large data sets with three fingers thick.

Suddenly, two light knocks came from outside the door.

"Who?" he asked, looking up.

"Good evening, Professor Lupin! This is Marca McLean."

Lupin was stunned at the sound.

To tell the truth, he doesn't know what to do with this special student.

Since Dumbledore invited him to teach at Hogwarts, he has had a general understanding of the students he wants to contact - after all, it is a rare and serious job.

You know, it's too difficult for a werewolf to find a suitable job. Because of this, he doesn't lack talent, but he has been living in poverty and hiding.

Lupin cherishes this job very much.

But Maka, the child, left him helpless.

If Marca was just an ordinary genius, Lupin would not have any concerns about it. It's better to say that he's happy before it's too late!

But what the student showed was not only explained by the word "genius".

It can be said that lupin has begun to worry about whether he can hide his werewolf identity in front of the child. If it's found out... Oh, it's unimaginably bad!

He really didn't want to see the frightened faces of those lovely children when they learned their identity.

The look that looked like a monster really didn't match the innocent faces of the children - he never wanted to see it again.

And if it were Marca

"The child might not hesitate to draw out his wand and hit me hard in the face - that's what he did to Dementors." lupin couldn't help smiling bitterly.

"... well, please come in."

He hesitated and finally answered.

The door was opened, and the child's face was still calm, as if he would not be too surprised no matter what happened. It was difficult to imagine that it was a childish face.

"Good evening, Professor Lupin." Maka squeezed out a smile, but he didn't know that his smile looked very penetrating. It's better not to smile.

"Good evening. What can I do for you so late?" Lu Ping smiled and asked.

"Oh, yes, I'm here to give you something."

Maka took out the magic medicine bottle containing wolf venom and gently put it on the top of those books on Lupin's desk - there was no more space on the desk, so he had to do so.

But lupin looked at the little magic medicine bottle, and his smile became stiff.

"Uh, oh... Did Professor Snape ask you to bring it to me?" lupin said dryly, "thank you, please."

"Yes, that's right," Marca nodded. "I'll send you potions every month in the future."

"Damn slug!" lupin could not help scolding in his heart, but he had to maintain an embarrassing smile on his face.

"Oh - thank you! But I don't think it's appropriate. I'll talk to my nose... I mean, Professor Snape, I'll let him bring it by himself. Don't bother you."

"No trouble," said Maka. "In fact, Professor, I prepare wolf venom every month. It won't take much time to send it..."

Before Marca finished, Lupin's face completely froze.

"Oh - cough, last month... Was that so?" lupin showed a complex expression and said in an embarrassed way.

"Yes," Marca nodded. "Don't worry, Professor... I'll keep this secret for you. Don't worry."

Lupin nodded subconsciously, and then shook his head immediately.

"Thank you... But... What about you?" he couldn't help asking, "do you have any... Other thoughts on this matter?"

"Other ideas?" Marca repeated his words and immediately understood what he meant.

"Oh, it's nothing," he shrugged. "Let me see, the change of blood lineage is even a manifestation of advantage, such as Merlin - he has studied the blood transformation of wizards, which is a very interesting magic research."

"But..." lupin opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. "Well, ok... Thank you."

"Relax, Professor," Maka said. "Your course is very good. Everyone likes it 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 expose."

"Well, I'll go back to the common room first. Good night, professor."

"Good night, Mr. McLean -" lupin watched Marca calmly leave his office. When the door closed, he couldn't help adding, "and... Thank you."

……

Recently, Harry has been doing Quidditch training - three times a week, not less.

The weather is getting colder and wetter, and the night is getting darker. However, no matter how much mud, wind or rain, Harry's good prediction cannot be shaken: their team will eventually win the huge Quidditch silver cup.

"This is our last chance to win the Quidditch Cup - my last chance," Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood told his teammates and strode around in front of them. "I'm leaving school at the end of this year... I can't play here anymore."

"So far, Gryffindor has not won for seven years. Well, we were very unlucky in the past - injured - and then cancelled the tournament last year..." wood swallowed a mouthful, as if this memory still stuck in his throat. "But we also know that we have the title of the best team in our school!"

He said, clenching his fist with one hand and knocking on the other, and his eyes flashed the fanatical light of the past.

"We have three best chasers."

Wood points to Arias pinnett, Angelina Johnson and Katie bell.

"We have two invincible batters."

"Stop talking, Oliver, you're embarrassing us," said Fred and George, the always funny Weasley brothers, who pretended to blush.

"We also have a seeker who always wins the game!" Wood said in a low voice, staring at Harry with a look of rage and pride.

"And me," he added, as an afterthought.

"We think you're good too, Oliver," said George.

"Excellent goalkeeper," said Fred.

"The point is," wood continued, striding back and forth, "there's still no Marca McLean this year! Yes! There's no Marca McLean!"

"Oh - don't mention the scoring maniac, don't mention him -" Fred and George said in unison.

The other team members are also worried.

It can be said that last semester, Marca's performance of dominating the whole court really made the team members of the other three colleges lose confidence.

It seems that as long as there is that guy, the Quidditch silver cup can't move at all. The title of "score cutting crazy devil" has been circulating in all hospital teams since then.

"Oliver, this is our year! No McLean!" Fred said.

"We'll win, Oliver! No McClane!" Angelina said.

"Sure," Harry followed weakly, "well, no ma - I mean, no McLean --"

One night, the night had fallen quietly, and Harry ended his hard training that day.

He was walking to Gryffindor's common room. He felt cold and stiff, but he was very satisfied with the practice.

When Harry drilled through the hole behind the portrait of the fat lady, he found that the people in the lounge were buzzing about something, looking very excited.

"What happened?" he asked Ron and Hermione.

Sitting in the best two seats by the fireplace, the two men were comparing several star charts in astronomy class.

"The first Hogsmeade weekend," said Ron, pointing to a notice on the old bulletin board, "at the end of October, Halloween."

"Great," said Fred, who followed Harry to the hole in the portrait. "I have to go to zoko's shop. My stink bomb is running out."

Harry slumped into a chair next to Ron. His excitement gradually subsided, and Hermione seemed to see through his mind.

"Harry, I bet you can go next time," she said. "They'll catch black soon - they've seen him somewhere once."

"Blake won't be so stupid. He won't want to do anything at Hogsmeade," said Ron. "Ask Professor McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry. I don't know when to wait next time --"

"Ron!" Hermione frowned. "Harry should stay at school -"

"He can't be the only third grader to stay in school," Ron argued. "Ask MEG. Go, Harry --"

"Yes, I think I'll ask." Harry seemed determined.

Hermione wanted to say something, but then her cat, crook hill, jumped briskly on her lap with a big dead spider in her mouth.

"Does he have to eat in front of us?" roared Ron.

"Clever crook mountain, did you catch it yourself?" Hermione ignored the yelling Ron.

She lowered her head and looked at crook mountain gently, as if she thought it was cute even to eat spiders.

Crook Hill chewed the spider slowly, its yellow eyes staring at Ron.

"Just let it stay there, please," said Ron angrily, going to get the star map again. "Spots sleep in my schoolbag!"