"Merlin's socks! Your disarm curse has reached level 4, and you haven't revealed it at all!" Ron opened his mouth in surprise: "Is this true? What I mean - the graduate who is preparing to become Auror is only about level 2."

Harry pushed all this to the magic riot, "Professor Hayp said it would make my magic active, which made me... learn spells much faster."

Ron said with anticipation: "I would have experienced a magic riot."

"Professor Ron, Professor Hepp said that magic riots are the product of extreme emotions, and usually occur before the young wizard enters school. When we enter Hogwarts and learn how to master our own magic, this situation almost disappears."

Hermione said sternly, "Like Harry, his situation is rare. Maybe it was because the aunt insulted his parents first-oh, sorry, Harry."

"Nothing," Harry said, but Hermione looked at him apologetically.

"I know~ Isn't it okay to let me fantasize?" Ron seemed to think of something and suddenly said excitedly: "Besides, it's not impossible? There were times or two during the summer vacation that when Percy showed me his big-headed badge, I had the idea of ​​blowing it up."

"The difference between getting frying and getting swollen shouldn't be big? Maybe my mood wasn't strong enough at the time." Ron guessed indifferently, thinking that this was a shortcut to learning.

Hermione stared at him, and even Harry was speechless.

"But said that," Harry looked at Ron thoughtfully: "I am indeed more adept at disarming spells. I feel that it's just a little bit less meaningful in other spells."

Ron looked at him in confusion, "It's not because you spend the longest time on the disarming spell?"

Harry explained: "That's a feeling! That's, that's..." He waved his hand, "Okay, I don't know, maybe it's really an illusion." He said with some frustration.

Hermione, who was standing by, gave theoretical support: "Harry, it's not impossible - there are always some little wizards who learn more quickly on specific spells."

"Which book did you see it?" Harry asked with interest. Maybe he could write this point into his paper?

When he thought of the paper, he had a headache. He was quick-talking and did not consider the consequences at all.

Although he took a lot of mixed notes during the special training process, he had no idea how to turn these things into a paper that could be taken advantage of - for some thoughts, he didn't seem to fool him.

Hermione gave the answer differently from what he thought. She squinted her eyes and said happily, "Do you remember the homework assigned in the duel class? Those forms? I helped Professor Heiper sort out some of it, and he put forward this view at that time, but..."

She showed a helpless expression: "There are too few samples, and a lot of the data submitted are compiled, and I can see it at a glance!"

Ron's eyes suddenly floated, and Harry lowered his head guiltily.

Hermione looked at the two of them angrily, and the false data was a part of their contribution.

At this time, a hoarse and exhausted voice caught their conversation.

"Please forgive me-"

The three of them looked at the small table in horror. The professor seemed to have just woken up. His face looked like his patched robe and a seriously worn suitcase, and it also smelled of a down-and-out smell.

But his eyes were bright and sincere. The professor said gently: "I just heard some conversations between you, not intentional, but I did feel curious."

"Professor Lupin?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"Yes, my name is Remus Lupin," Lupin said with a smile. "You saw the mark on my box? You're so keen. If it were in class, I'll give you extra points."

"Remus Lupin?" Hermione let out a short scream, scaring the ginger cat in her arms suddenly jumped out. It stood in the aisle and looked at its master with a blame.

"Oh, sorry, Mount Cruke." said the little witch.

"Contain it quickly and don't let it spot the spots!" Ron covered his chest pocket, which was the place where his pet fat mouse was hiding.

"Do you know me?" Lupin asked.

"No, no." She said dryly, and hurriedly lowered her head and hugged the big cat.

Hermione's attitude made Harry and Ron feel strange, but with outsiders there, the two tacitly did not ask.

Lupin did not delve into it, and he looked at them with a smile: "I am your professor of Dark Magic Defense, I have only been teaching for a year, and I have agreed with Dumbledore."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they evaluated the professor's true level in their hearts. To be honest, from the outside alone, they really cannot give people confidence.

Lupin looked at the three of them gently, especially staying on Harry for a while, and then said, "I have been leaving school for fifteen years, and many memories have been forgotten. For example, I don't know much about Professor Hayp in your mouth..."

Harry and Ron turned their eyes to Hermione, and she never disappointed in this regard.

Sure enough, Hermione said in one breath: "Felix Hepp is a very outstanding wizard. He graduated from Slytherin College and currently teaches ancient magical literature. He also has extraordinary achievements in the field of Muggle research and has extraordinary influence."

"And he has only graduated for three years, no, it's four years now," Harry added.

"I'm so young and promising." Lupin exclaimed, and he changed his mind and said, "When you heard you mention special training, does this Professor Heip have a good relationship with you, Harry?"

"Do you know me?" Harry subconsciously stroked the hair on his forehead, where there was a lightning-shaped scar that many people recognized through it.

"I know your father." Lupin said simply.

Harry was not very satisfied with this answer, but he still said: "Professor Happ is very nice to people, gentle and polite. Although the lessons he taught only start in the third grade, some students in the first and second grades have received his help."

He refers to the fact that during the attack on the secret room, the school was panicked, and many people sought psychological comfort from the professors. Among them, Professor Haypu's praise rate was extremely high.

Lupin thought for a while and said, "You just mentioned that he has only graduated for four years. So his dean is... Severus Snape?"

"—It's Snape." Harry finished speaking immediately, then looked at Lupin awkwardly, but he didn't say anything respectful.

Lupin did not respond much. His eyes were far away and he fell into deep thought.

The rain outside became heavier, the weather became darker, and the train slowed down.

"To be here?"

"No, it's still early!" Professor Lupin pulled out his wand, and Harry stood up.

The lights on the train suddenly went out, and there were shadows outside.

A layer of frost quietly climbed up the car window.

A man stumbled from outside the door and hit Ron directly, causing him to let out a cry of pain, and a panic breathing sound came from the opposite side.

"What happened? Ouch! Is it Neville?"

"Yes, it's me, it's dark outside all of a sudden. Do you know what's going on?"

More people flocked in, and they talked loudly and noisyly.

"Is Ron here? I'll look for Ron."

"I'm here, Ginny!"

"Oh, that's my face."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Neville, Neville Longbottom..."

"Quiet!" Lupin said loudly, holding up his wand, a light of fire poured down from the tip of the wand, illuminating the panicked faces.

The fire also illuminated his tired and gray face, but with an adult wizard here, everyone felt much more at ease.

They heard Lupin say, "Stay still, don't move, I'll go out and take a look." He opened the car door and came to the aisle.

Harry thought about it and walked out.

"Harry?" Hermione said anxiously.

"I'll see if I can help." Harry walked through the door of the box and followed Lupin.

A chill passed by them, and Lupin quickly retreated, "Go back, Harry!"

But Harry didn't hear it, all his sight was occupied by something in a black cloak with a headscarf. The thing floated in the air, and a rotten, decaying, gray hand poked out from the cloak. Then there was a strong chill, and he felt his lungs were frozen and he could not breathe at all.

A distant female voice came, it was a terrible, frightened, begging voice.

"I want to help her!"

He didn't know why he had this idea, but the idea was so strong that he still responded subconsciously even before he was about to lose consciousness.
Chapter completed!