"Merlin's socks! Your Disarming Charm has reached level four, and you never revealed that before!" Ron opened his mouth in surprise: "Is this true? I mean - the graduate who is about to become an Auror, the Disarming Charm is only about level two."

Harry blamed it all on the magical riot, "Professor Happ said it would make my magic active, which makes... makes me learn spells much faster."

Ron said with anticipation: "I wish I could experience a magical riot too."

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

Hermione said seriously, "Like Harry, his situation is very rare. It may be because that aunt insulted his parents first - oh, sorry, Harry."

"It's nothing," Harry said, but Hermione looked at him apologetically.

"I know~ Can't I just fantasize about it?" Ron seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said excitedly: "Besides, it's not impossible. There were one or two times during the summer vacation when Percy showed off his big head badge to me, and I had the idea of ​​blowing it up."

"There shouldn't be much difference between blowing it up and swelling it? Maybe my emotions were not strong enough at the time." Ron guessed unreasonably, thinking that this was a shortcut to learning.

Hermione stared at him, and even Harry was speechless.

"But speaking of it," Harry looked at Ron thoughtfully: "I am indeed more handy with the Disarming Charm, and I feel that other spells are just a little bit less interesting."

Ron looked at him puzzled, "Isn't it because you spend the longest time on the Disarming Charm?"

Harry explained: "That's a feeling! It's, it's..." He waved his hand, "Well, I don't know, it may really be an illusion." He said a little frustrated.

Hermione on the side gave theoretical support: "Harry, it's not impossible-there are always some little wizards who learn faster in specific spells."

"Which book did you see it in?" Harry asked with interest, maybe he can write this point of view in his paper?

When he thought of the thesis, he had a headache. He spoke too quickly and didn't consider the consequences.

Although he had taken a lot of notes during the special training, he had no idea how to turn them into a decent thesis. For some reason, he didn't want to fool around.

Hermione's answer was different from what he thought. She squinted her eyes and said happily, looking like the cat in her arms: "Remember the homework assigned in the duel class, those tables? I helped Professor Hepp sort out some of them. He put forward this view at the time, but..."

She showed a helpless expression: "The sample size is too small. A lot of the data submitted are made up. I can see it at a glance!"

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

Hermione looked at the two of them angrily. They contributed to the false data.

At this time, a hoarse and tired voice was involved in their conversation.

"Excuse me--"

The three looked at the small table in horror. The professor seemed to have just woken up. His face looked like his patched robe and worn suitcase, revealing a sense of desolation.

But his eyes were bright and sincere. The professor said gently: "I just heard some of your conversation. It was not intentional, but I was indeed curious."

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

"Yes, my name is Remus Lupin," Lupin said with a smile, "Did you see the mark on my box? Really sharp, if it was in class, I would give you extra points."

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

"Oh, sorry, Crookshanks." The little witch said.

"Hurry up and control it, don't let it find Scabbers!" Ron covered his chest pocket, where there was a bulge, where his pet fat rat Scabbers was hiding.

"You know me?" Lupin asked.

"No, it's not." She said dryly, lowering her head and picking up the big cat.

Hermione's attitude made Harry and Ron feel strange, but since there were outsiders around, they tacitly did not ask.

Lupin did not ask further, he looked at them with a smile: "I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I will only teach for one year, and I have agreed with Dumbledore."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they were evaluating the true level of this professor in their hearts. Frankly speaking, just looking at his appearance, it really can't give people confidence.

Lupin looked at the three people gently, especially staying on Harry for a while, and then said: "I have been away from school for fifteen years, and many memories have faded. For example, I don't know much about Professor Heppe you are talking about..."

Harry and Ron turned their eyes to Hermione. She never disappoints people in this regard.

Sure enough, Hermione said in one breath: "Felix Heppe is a very good wizard. He graduated from Slytherin College and currently teaches ancient runes. At the same time, he has extraordinary attainments in the field of Muggle Studies and has extraordinary influence."

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

"You are really young and promising." Lupin praised. He changed the subject and said, "I heard you mentioned the special training. Are you on good terms with Professor Heppe, Harry?"

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

"I know your father." Lupin said simply.

Harry was not very satisfied with this answer, but he still said, "Professor Heppe is very kind, gentle and polite. Although his classes only start from the third year, some first and second year students have received his help." He was referring

to the period during the attack on the Chamber of Secrets, when the school was in a panic and many people sought psychological comfort from the professors. Among them, Professor Heppe had a very high praise rate.

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 said immediately, and then looked at Lupin a little embarrassedly. He didn't mention honorifics.

Lupin didn't react. He looked far away, lost in thought.

The rain outside was getting heavier, the sky became dark, and the train slowed down.

"Are we there?"

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

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

A layer of frost quietly climbed up the window.

A man stumbled in from the door and hit Ron directly, causing him to scream in pain and a frightened breath from the other side.

"What happened? Ouch! Is that Neville?"

"Yes, it's me. It's suddenly dark outside. Do you know what happened?"

More people rushed in, and they talked in a noisy manner.

"Is Ron there? I'm looking 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 high, and a beam 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 where you are, I'll go out and take a look." He opened the door and walked out to the aisle.

Harry thought for a moment and followed him out.

"Harry?" Hermione said eagerly.

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

A chill passed through them and Lupin quickly stepped back. "Go back, Harry!"

But Harry didn't hear it. All his sight was occupied by a thing wearing a black cloak and a hood. The thing was floating in the air. A rotten, decayed, and gray hand stretched out from the cloak. Then, there was a strong chill. He felt his lungs freeze and he couldn't breathe at all.

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

"I want to help her!"

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

A dazzling red light illuminated the entire train.