Chapter 130 Snape's Hint and Soul Eater Curse
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Money is not everything, but most of the things that move people are money.
Even in the wizarding world, this principle works as well.
John quickly got the materials, a delicate box with mandrake leaves inside.
When the first full moon arrives, John can start the Animagus.
"Speaking of which, Full Moon Lupine is about to transform."
Thinking of Lu Ping's identity, although there is Wolf's Poison now, Lu Ping probably won't come to class in a werewolf form.
Sure enough, Professor Snape replaced Lupine in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor Lupine, I..."
John looked puzzled when he saw Harry who was late.
"This lesson started ten minutes ago, Potter, so I think it's ten points off Gryffindor, sit down."
Snape raised his eyes on the podium, his tone was neither light nor heavy, but there was a strong yin and yang smell in it.
Harry didn't move, but stared at Snape, and asked, "Where's Professor Lupine?"
"He said he was very unwell today and couldn't come to class." Snape grinned grimly. No little wizard had ever dared to challenge his authority. He stared at Harry sullenly, and said, "I seem to tell you to sit down." Down?"
Harry thought of this sentence a lot. He thought of Snape's longing for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and thought of the dark stuff that Snape gave Lupine to drink that day.
As if Snape had poisoned Lupine to death, Harry didn't move, just stared at Snape, and asked again, "What happened to him?"
Snape's patience was exhausted, his eyes widened, "No life is in danger."
That being said, Snape looked as if he was eager for something to happen, and he said flatly, "Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor, and if I have to ask you to sit down for the third time, I will deduct 5 points." point."
Harry finally walked slowly towards his seat, John curled his lips. Professor Snape looked fierce on the surface, but he answered every word Harry said.
Snape looked around the class, with a cold attitude, "Before Potter interrupted me, I said about what you have learned, Professor Lupine did not leave any records..."
"I'm sorry, sir, but we learned Boggarts, Red Caps, Kabbahs, and Grindylows."
Seeing what he said, Hermione quickly opened and closed her mouth, said the previous lessons, and then reminded: "I am about to start learning..."
"Quiet, I didn't ask any questions."
Hermione's familiar behavior made Snape's attitude even colder. He was very upset with Lupine: "I just criticize Professor Lupin's lack of method in teaching."
"He taught us..."
Dean Thomas saw that the two Gryffindors were so brave, and he wanted to follow suit.
However, just as he opened his mouth, Snape's death stare came over.
John is speechless, do you also have a mother named Lily, so brave.
Didn't you see that Professor Snape's face turned black?
Seeing signs of discussion in the classroom, John coughed.
Neither light nor heavy, the voices in the classroom gradually quieted down.
John looked up at Professor Snape, smiled and said, "Please continue."
Snape cast a deep look at John, and waved his wand.
"Today we're going to discuss...werewolves."
He dragged his tail, and Hermione over there was still about to speak, but Snape had already looked at John and said, "Mr. Wick, maybe you can say something."
John watched as the textbook in front of him was turned to page 394, the chapter on werewolves.
Snape folded his hands and asked in a lazily voice, "How do you tell the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?"
It is a rare thing to take the initiative to name John.
And Lupine is still not there, and his identity is still a werewolf.
This is a bit meaningful.
With the extra points in hand, John couldn't let it fly, and said: "There are a few small differences between werewolves and real wolves, such as pupils, noses, and tails..."
John answered the question easily, and Snape gave John 10 points.
Then he asked several questions about werewolves in succession, and without exception, he asked John to answer them.
Hermione was not far away, her hand was raised the whole time without letting it go, but she was ignored.
This made Ron dissatisfied, and he deliberately loudly said: "You asked so many questions, and she knows the answer! If you only ask John, why don't you just add 50 points to him!"
Snape turned his head dangerously, and he walked quickly to Ron, bringing his face very close.
The students around held their breath, and Ron was too brave.
Snape whispered softly, as if trying to lull a child to sleep, "Shut up, Weasley!"
After finishing speaking, he straightened his body and looked around. The people he saw couldn't help shrinking their necks.
No one dared to raise any opinions. This class seemed to be specially for John. The two played oboe.
After questioning and answering, John found that Professor Snape seemed to have a soft spot for him today.
All kinds of werewolf problems were thrown on his face, and his eyes seemed to say, hurry up and find out Lupine's werewolf identity.
John resisted the urge to touch his forehead. It's not like he didn't know. Besides, you made it so obvious, so just tell me directly.
After the question is over, the next step is to extract the knowledge about werewolves.
Snape put another piece of parchment in front of John, and John looked at the one he had just copied, lost in thought.
"John Wick, your handwriting is too ugly, write it again." Snape said slowly and unhurriedly.
Good guy, say it again!
The characters written by Lao Tzu are curly, do you know what curly is?
The corner of John's mouth twitched, I know what you're trying to imply to me, but it doesn't have to be like this, right?
Some grievances, John had to copy it again.
The get out of class bell rang, and the class was finally over. Snape glanced at John, his wand seemingly casually resting on the words written werewolf on the book.
"Everyone write a paper for me on how to identify and kill werewolves. I ask you to fill two rolls of parchment on this topic."
Speaking of this, Snape paused, lowered his head and said to John word by word: "John Wick, you need to submit four volumes."
I'm so...
John really wants to say I know it all, so don't imply that I know Lupine is a werewolf.
Who reminded you like this.
It's a pity that Snape didn't understand John's resentment, and said with dissatisfaction in his tone: "It's due on Monday morning, this class needs to be taken care of by someone, Weasley, don't leave yet."
Ron was still angry that Snape deliberately ignored Gryffindor, but after seeing John double his homework, he began to thank himself for being a little transparent.
Just as he was about to mix in with the team and leave, he was called by Snape directly.
He was a little weak in his calves, and he looked terribly frightened at the sight of a smile on Snape's sallow face.
"Harry, Hermione, help me."
He asked his two little friends for help, but he got helpless looks.
In the end, Ron was punished to clean the urinal in the school hospital, and he was not allowed to use magic.
He was so angry that he called Sirius to hide in the office, and it would be best to kill Snape.
...
At night, John looked up to the sky.
Tomorrow is the full moon, so he went to the secret room.
The last time the dementors searched, they didn't find the secret room.
The new dementor was pressed against the corner, John held a wand in one hand, and the patron saint turned into an albatross and knocked the dementor against the wall.
There are two bottles in front of him, one is a silver-white soul, and the other is black.
After hesitating for a moment, John picked up the black one.
"Try to see if this can be used to separate souls."
If the Dementor had a body, then this black blob would count as body.
It is essentially a curse mixed with dust, and John's right hand was pressed on the black.
The black is absorbed, gradually forming a black ball on the hand.
The darkness was pulled out from inside, and John blew on the dementor.
Those black silk threads covered the Dementor's body bit by bit like spider silk.
The tattered cloak on the dementor was ripped apart and swallowed by the black ball.
Seeing this scene, John narrowed his eyes.
"Cannibalism?"
Staring at the ball in his hand, he took out a ring.
"come over."
Holding a ring with emerald green gemstones in the palm, the drawn darkness is drawn to the ring.
The black gradually infects the emerald green, and the originally pure ring has black traces like spider webs on the surface.
"Let's call it the Soul Eater Curse."
The ring was worn on the ring finger of his right hand. John shook hands and aimed at the much weaker dementor. He opened his hand, and layers of black were peeled off and flew into the ring.
The dementor shrieked, and was finally stripped of its physical curse, leaving a mass of unconscious souls.
...
Even in the wizarding world, this principle works as well.
John quickly got the materials, a delicate box with mandrake leaves inside.
When the first full moon arrives, John can start the Animagus.
"Speaking of which, Full Moon Lupine is about to transform."
Thinking of Lu Ping's identity, although there is Wolf's Poison now, Lu Ping probably won't come to class in a werewolf form.
Sure enough, Professor Snape replaced Lupine in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor Lupine, I..."
John looked puzzled when he saw Harry who was late.
"This lesson started ten minutes ago, Potter, so I think it's ten points off Gryffindor, sit down."
Snape raised his eyes on the podium, his tone was neither light nor heavy, but there was a strong yin and yang smell in it.
Harry didn't move, but stared at Snape, and asked, "Where's Professor Lupine?"
"He said he was very unwell today and couldn't come to class." Snape grinned grimly. No little wizard had ever dared to challenge his authority. He stared at Harry sullenly, and said, "I seem to tell you to sit down." Down?"
Harry thought of this sentence a lot. He thought of Snape's longing for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and thought of the dark stuff that Snape gave Lupine to drink that day.
As if Snape had poisoned Lupine to death, Harry didn't move, just stared at Snape, and asked again, "What happened to him?"
Snape's patience was exhausted, his eyes widened, "No life is in danger."
That being said, Snape looked as if he was eager for something to happen, and he said flatly, "Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor, and if I have to ask you to sit down for the third time, I will deduct 5 points." point."
Harry finally walked slowly towards his seat, John curled his lips. Professor Snape looked fierce on the surface, but he answered every word Harry said.
Snape looked around the class, with a cold attitude, "Before Potter interrupted me, I said about what you have learned, Professor Lupine did not leave any records..."
"I'm sorry, sir, but we learned Boggarts, Red Caps, Kabbahs, and Grindylows."
Seeing what he said, Hermione quickly opened and closed her mouth, said the previous lessons, and then reminded: "I am about to start learning..."
"Quiet, I didn't ask any questions."
Hermione's familiar behavior made Snape's attitude even colder. He was very upset with Lupine: "I just criticize Professor Lupin's lack of method in teaching."
"He taught us..."
Dean Thomas saw that the two Gryffindors were so brave, and he wanted to follow suit.
However, just as he opened his mouth, Snape's death stare came over.
John is speechless, do you also have a mother named Lily, so brave.
Didn't you see that Professor Snape's face turned black?
Seeing signs of discussion in the classroom, John coughed.
Neither light nor heavy, the voices in the classroom gradually quieted down.
John looked up at Professor Snape, smiled and said, "Please continue."
Snape cast a deep look at John, and waved his wand.
"Today we're going to discuss...werewolves."
He dragged his tail, and Hermione over there was still about to speak, but Snape had already looked at John and said, "Mr. Wick, maybe you can say something."
John watched as the textbook in front of him was turned to page 394, the chapter on werewolves.
Snape folded his hands and asked in a lazily voice, "How do you tell the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?"
It is a rare thing to take the initiative to name John.
And Lupine is still not there, and his identity is still a werewolf.
This is a bit meaningful.
With the extra points in hand, John couldn't let it fly, and said: "There are a few small differences between werewolves and real wolves, such as pupils, noses, and tails..."
John answered the question easily, and Snape gave John 10 points.
Then he asked several questions about werewolves in succession, and without exception, he asked John to answer them.
Hermione was not far away, her hand was raised the whole time without letting it go, but she was ignored.
This made Ron dissatisfied, and he deliberately loudly said: "You asked so many questions, and she knows the answer! If you only ask John, why don't you just add 50 points to him!"
Snape turned his head dangerously, and he walked quickly to Ron, bringing his face very close.
The students around held their breath, and Ron was too brave.
Snape whispered softly, as if trying to lull a child to sleep, "Shut up, Weasley!"
After finishing speaking, he straightened his body and looked around. The people he saw couldn't help shrinking their necks.
No one dared to raise any opinions. This class seemed to be specially for John. The two played oboe.
After questioning and answering, John found that Professor Snape seemed to have a soft spot for him today.
All kinds of werewolf problems were thrown on his face, and his eyes seemed to say, hurry up and find out Lupine's werewolf identity.
John resisted the urge to touch his forehead. It's not like he didn't know. Besides, you made it so obvious, so just tell me directly.
After the question is over, the next step is to extract the knowledge about werewolves.
Snape put another piece of parchment in front of John, and John looked at the one he had just copied, lost in thought.
"John Wick, your handwriting is too ugly, write it again." Snape said slowly and unhurriedly.
Good guy, say it again!
The characters written by Lao Tzu are curly, do you know what curly is?
The corner of John's mouth twitched, I know what you're trying to imply to me, but it doesn't have to be like this, right?
Some grievances, John had to copy it again.
The get out of class bell rang, and the class was finally over. Snape glanced at John, his wand seemingly casually resting on the words written werewolf on the book.
"Everyone write a paper for me on how to identify and kill werewolves. I ask you to fill two rolls of parchment on this topic."
Speaking of this, Snape paused, lowered his head and said to John word by word: "John Wick, you need to submit four volumes."
I'm so...
John really wants to say I know it all, so don't imply that I know Lupine is a werewolf.
Who reminded you like this.
It's a pity that Snape didn't understand John's resentment, and said with dissatisfaction in his tone: "It's due on Monday morning, this class needs to be taken care of by someone, Weasley, don't leave yet."
Ron was still angry that Snape deliberately ignored Gryffindor, but after seeing John double his homework, he began to thank himself for being a little transparent.
Just as he was about to mix in with the team and leave, he was called by Snape directly.
He was a little weak in his calves, and he looked terribly frightened at the sight of a smile on Snape's sallow face.
"Harry, Hermione, help me."
He asked his two little friends for help, but he got helpless looks.
In the end, Ron was punished to clean the urinal in the school hospital, and he was not allowed to use magic.
He was so angry that he called Sirius to hide in the office, and it would be best to kill Snape.
...
At night, John looked up to the sky.
Tomorrow is the full moon, so he went to the secret room.
The last time the dementors searched, they didn't find the secret room.
The new dementor was pressed against the corner, John held a wand in one hand, and the patron saint turned into an albatross and knocked the dementor against the wall.
There are two bottles in front of him, one is a silver-white soul, and the other is black.
After hesitating for a moment, John picked up the black one.
"Try to see if this can be used to separate souls."
If the Dementor had a body, then this black blob would count as body.
It is essentially a curse mixed with dust, and John's right hand was pressed on the black.
The black is absorbed, gradually forming a black ball on the hand.
The darkness was pulled out from inside, and John blew on the dementor.
Those black silk threads covered the Dementor's body bit by bit like spider silk.
The tattered cloak on the dementor was ripped apart and swallowed by the black ball.
Seeing this scene, John narrowed his eyes.
"Cannibalism?"
Staring at the ball in his hand, he took out a ring.
"come over."
Holding a ring with emerald green gemstones in the palm, the drawn darkness is drawn to the ring.
The black gradually infects the emerald green, and the originally pure ring has black traces like spider webs on the surface.
"Let's call it the Soul Eater Curse."
The ring was worn on the ring finger of his right hand. John shook hands and aimed at the much weaker dementor. He opened his hand, and layers of black were peeled off and flew into the ring.
The dementor shrieked, and was finally stripped of its physical curse, leaving a mass of unconscious souls.
...
