Chapter 160

Students of all years at Hogwarts learn about werewolves during their time at Snape's substitute teaching: how to recognize a werewolf and ...... How to kill a werewolf.

Professor Snape's hint was so obvious that it was almost explicit. Any student who reads the book well will understand the obvious characteristics of werewolves—those characteristics that are almost identical to those of Professor Lupin, and the few days that Professor Lupin was absent were just too right. This had to make some bad associations among the students.

However, the students rarely discuss this topic, because most of the students' observation skills are really worrying, and even if a few smart students notice this problem, they will choose to remain silent, and the students who can discover Professor Lupin's little secret are naturally not fools, they naturally know the severity.

Few Gryffindors discovered Lupin's secrets, and most of them were cursing at Snape and complaining about Professor Lupin. Yes, they think that Snape is taking revenge on Lupin for giving them the Boggart class, which was a class that Gryffindor and Slytherin took together, Snape not only pointed the finger at Lupin, but also aimed at Gryffindor, the gem hourglass scored by Gryffindor these days is simply miserable, Potions class and Defense Against the Dark Arts class are now taught by Snape, you can imagine how miserable Gryffindor's students have been.

Just look at the Slytherin students to know how miserable Gryffindor really is, and the happier they are, the more miserable Gryffindor is. These days, the common room of Slytherin is full of a cheerful atmosphere, which is completely different from the usual cold and quiet common room, but like the common room of Gryffindor.

"Tomorrow is Scarhead's game, and although it is said that there will be heavy rain tomorrow, I am still going to see it. Draco smirked as he touched the bandage he had just removed. "Look how he lost. "

"Well, it's only been a few days, why did you go back again?" Solim put down the book in his hand speechlessly, "I thought you were a little more mature." "

"No, I haven't relaxed in the practice of spells, I just want to have some fun during the competition. Draco argued.

"Whatever you want, but I wouldn't recommend going to the game tomorrow. Turning his head to look at his sister who was whispering to Astoria, "Sylna, are you going to watch the game tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, I won't go in such a heavy rain. It's not a Slytherin game, what am I going to watch?" With that, Sylna turned around and started talking to Astoria again.

"It's just raining. Draco said dismissively, "Even if I don't have an umbrella or a raincoat, I can get a drop of rain for the whole game." "

Draco's talisman had already been effective, though it was only the simplest talisman that could only ward off mischief spells and the like, but it was enough to keep out the rain.

"Whatever you want, I guess there will be a big scene tomorrow, tell me. Solim was absentmindedly talking to Draco as he continued to read the book in his hand. Animagus Solim has been very interested lately, and he will study the theories in the book when he has time, and now that his magic power has fully recovered, he can only work on the theory.

"What's the big scene?" Draco asked, puzzled.

"It's a big scene," Solim turned the page, "scared, gloating, worried, I don't know what you're going to be in at that point." "

"That's a bluff. Draco looked at Solim suspiciously, "Can you tell me what the 'big scene' is, even a little bit?"

"You know, Draco, I wanted to kill all the spoiler dogs. But at that time, I didn't have this ability, but now I have it, and although it's still unlikely that I can kill them all, one or two are still fine. Solim looked at Draco and said, "Are you trying me to kill myself?"

"Uh...... What dog?" Draco had a question mark on his head, he hadn't heard the word Solim had just said.

"If I tell you what's going to happen tomorrow, then I'll be the dog, understand?" Solim gave Draco an angry look.

"Okay, though...... How big is this big scene you're talking about? You're going to have to prepare me a little bit by then. Seeing what Solim said, Draco couldn't help but make up his crazy brain.

Solim tilted his head and stared into Draco's eyes and said slowly, "It's big. "

Hogwarts' first Quidditch match of the year took place in a rainstorm.

Sorry, the expression is wrong, it should be a heavy rainstorm. The raindrops blown by the wind couldn't open their eyes, but even so, this extreme weather did not stop everyone's enthusiasm to watch the game.

Draco was probably the most comfortable of the third-year students, and thanks to his training in spells during this time, he didn't have a single raindrop stuck to his body. Although Hermione on the other side of the stands was like this, but today was a Gryffindor game, so she naturally couldn't watch the game with the excitement like Draco.

The team members flying in the sky are very hard, and in the strong wind, they struggle to control the broom under their butts not to deviate from the trajectory. The chasers should be in a relatively good situation, as they can always see the biggest Quaffle. But for a Seeker like Harry, such weather is a nightmare. If it weren't for Hermione's little manipulation of Harry's eyes during the pause, he wouldn't be able to see anything now—though it was pretty much the same now, but he could finally see people. As for the Snitch, hehe, Harry said he hadn't seen the Snitch look like so far. But it didn't matter, he just had to stare at Cedric in Hufflepuff.

This has proven to be a proven approach. Cedric had apparently spotted the snitch, and Harry bit it, and they flew higher and higher. The atmosphere on the pitch was set up by two Seekers, and the crowd knew that the most exciting moment was coming, with the students cheering on their teams with frantic shouts.

Suddenly, something strange happened, and the cheers on the pitch disappeared at an alarming speed, as if someone had just released a large mute spell. But the sound of the wind and the rain was still there, and the students felt colder and colder, the kind of cold that was from the inside out, and the students remembered this feeling vividly.

Draco looked up in horror as the raindrops bounced off his talisman as he finally knew what Solim was talking about.

It was a large number of Dementors flying in the sky—thrilling Dementors. _

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