Ron was stunned.

It was only after Harry talked to himself for so long that he made some progress.

But Hermione...

Just think about it yourself, you will find that this is a big improvement.

Is this the strength of the second best student in the grade?

Hermione couldn't help but grin.

"Hermione, how did you do it?" Ron couldn't help but ask. He was very envious.

"The power of emotion." Hermione waved her hand, and was rarely modest. "Like Harry said, it's good to be full of emotion and belief."

Ron held his wand, looking down in thought.

I am obviously the same, and I am determined enough to shout out the name of that damn pervert and break the shackles of fear.

But how...

Worse than Hermione?

They continued to train.

Harry looked at Hermione, trying to figure out the emotions he had sensed from Dumbledore on the Quidditch field today. The expression on Hermione's face was almost identical to his, except that there was no "anger".

He did not attempt it rashly and planned to wait until Monday to ask Dumbledore for advice.

Until one o'clock in the morning.

Neither Ron nor Hermione were able to summon a concrete Patronus.

However, for third-grade little wizards, their performance was already good enough.

But the two of them were not satisfied. Without Professor Potter's instructions, they flipped through Harry's notes and began to write papers on the Patronus Charm on their own initiative. Even Ron wrote a nine-inch long paper.

Monday classes are busy.

Ron and Hermione used the first Divination class to catch up on sleep. Harry made up an excuse for them that they had been studying astrology the night before, which easily fooled Trelawney and even gave Gryffindor an extra point.

After an even more tiring Transfiguration class.

The little lions rushed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with their schoolbags in their arms. They chattered and discussed excitedly.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was the mainstay that kept them going throughout the morning.

Professor Lupin's classes are always interesting.

He said last week that he would show them a more interesting dark magic creature in the next class.

They spent the entire weekend wondering what it would be?

But when they stepped into the classroom, their hearts suddenly turned cold.

It is truly a "dark magic creature" that has never been seen in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The person standing in the classroom was not the Professor Lupin they had been thinking about, but Professor Snape, who was wearing a black robe and had hair that had not been washed for a long time.

The class bell rang.

Snape glanced at them and said calmly, "Very good, no one is late, including those reckless and brainless Gryffindors."

The little lions gnashed their teeth.

"Where is Professor Lupin?" A young wizard mustered up the courage to raise his hand and ask.

Snape sneered: "He is not feeling well and needs to rest. You must remember this. He is a sick man and may have an attack once a month."

"besides……"

"I think Mr. Thomas should know that I don't like being disturbed during class."

"Five points from Gryffindor."

Snape paused, ignoring Thomas's resentful look, and continued: "I have read Professor Lupin's teaching plan, and I know what he teaches."

"Red Hat, Grindelwald..."

"Having been wasting time with stuff that first-year students can handle?"

He waved his wand, and the book in front of him flipped quickly, stopping at nearly one-twentieth of the last chapter: "Now everyone, turn to the last chapter."

"Today we are going to learn how to deal with a dangerous, stupid dark magic creature - the werewolf."

The little wizards were shocked.

Hermione thought of something and turned around in panic to look at Harry.

Harry met her eyes and nodded slightly.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and listened to the lecture quietly.

Snape is undoubtedly an excellent professor. If we can ignore the strong subjective resentment in every word he says, this class is almost as good as Professor Lupin's class.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Snape paused, took back what he was about to say, and slammed the table: "Now assign homework."

"One paper per person, about how to identify a werewolf in its untransformed state and how to kill a werewolf, twenty inches."

"It's due next Monday."

He paused and his tone became dangerous.

"By the way, I have to remind the Gryffindors."

"You must write every word of this paper yourself. The professors are not fools. They can tell which little wizards' papers have traces of references."

He threw off his robe and turned to leave.

The little wizards wailed.

Twenty inches!

That's almost half a meter.

How is it possible to write it?

If it were any other professor, even Professor McGonagall, they would have the courage to plead for mercy, but when facing Snape, they couldn't muster up that much courage.

Ron was in pain, too. Even though in the eyes of most Gryffindors, he had become a keen student second only to Harry and Hermione: "Twenty inches!"

"Professor Snape must be seeking revenge. He has always wanted to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but he never got it. His mentality has become twisted!"

Harry waved his hand: "When did you get the illusion that his mentality was not twisted?"

Ron opened his mouth and sighed.

Yes, that's Professor Snape.

Not to mention a 20-inch paper, even if you catch a werewolf, dissect it in class, and explain it to them, it would be a normal thing.

"It's due next Monday, and there's only one week left." Ron pulled his hair. If there was only this one paper due in a week, he wouldn't be so anxious.

The key point is that there is more than just this paper in hand.

There was a five-inch essay due in Divination and an eight-inch essay had just been assigned in Transfiguration, and only half a day had passed in the week.

"You don't need to be so anxious. You can just write slowly." Harry shook his head and said softly.

Ron was stunned.

"Professor Lupin's class will be next Monday," Hermione added, "and by then Professor Lupin will have recovered from his illness."

Ron was suspicious: "Are you sure?"

"Of course, Harry and I both think so." Hermione nodded, not forgetting to pull Harry to her side.

Ron felt relieved and his mind became active: "If Professor Lupin can come back next Monday, then I don't have to write this paper, right?"

"But next month, Professor Snape will be teaching the class as a substitute." Harry broke his fantasy.

Ron was startled.

"Professor Lupin gets sick once a month, and it's almost always around this time," Hermione said with certainty.

Ron seemed to be lost in thought. What had been said in class went over in his mind. He paused and looked at Harry in panic.

Before he could ask.

Harry and Hermione nodded.

Ron opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Harry knew it all along, but I just found out about it." Hermione said softly, "According to the way Professor Snape made it clear, quite a few people should have known it."

"I remember that in Hufflepuff's fifth year, the first class on Monday was Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

They were just walking into the auditorium.

Ron looked over.

There was laughter at the Hufflepuff table. There were several fifth-year students they were familiar with, talking and laughing, and they didn't look like they knew about this.

"They really know?" Ron was a little incredulous. "That's a werewolf."

He paused, then nervously and stammered, "Harry, I didn't mean to say anything bad about Professor Lupin. It's just that we all know he's a very good person, but other students..."

Hermione interrupted him: "It's a werewolf, so what?"

"Think about it, what have our professors been like for the past two years?"

A man possessed by a mysterious person, who claimed to be an extremely dangerous dark wizard.

One of them was also possessed by a mysterious man, and his explanation to the outside world was that a dark wizard used dark magic props to manipulate the students and professors in the castle.

"Just a werewolf," Harry said as he sat down. "The professors knew who he was, and he knew to hide when he was in the most danger."

"He's safe, isn't he?"

Ron was stunned, but he was convinced. He picked up the fork, pulled out a plate of beef ribs, and nodded.

Compared with the mysterious man, a werewolf with self-control is indeed safe.

"And he teaches very well." Hermione emphasized the word "teach". "Who knows if the next professor will be as good as Professor Lupin?"

Ron swallowed the beef in his mouth: "Probably not."

In fact, there is no need to wait until next Monday. Professor Lupin will return on Friday to continue teaching them.

This made the little wizards very happy.

Seamus simply waved his wand and blew up his half-written paper. The other young wizards followed suit, tearing up the parchment and scattering it in the sky like fireworks, celebrating joyfully.

Ron looked at them with pity.

What a group of naive little lions! He carefully put away his paper.

Although Harry had gained some experience after the incident on the Quidditch field, he still hadn't made much progress in the Patronus Charm.

He could sense that his patronus was about to change.

Just one step away from being reborn and transcending the ordinary.

But it's like constipation.

No matter how hard Harry tried, he just couldn't get out.

Ron is the same as Hermione.

They were already able to cast the Patronus Charm expertly, and the silvery-white mist was very thick, but it was always one step away from becoming a physical entity.

It wasn't until December that the first winter snow fell.

Saturday morning.

Harry and his friends were having breakfast in the Great Hall when a group of owls flew over carrying a long, thin package and dropped it in front of Harry.

He was so tired that he was panting and making gurgling sounds.

"Looking for Hedwig?" Harry asked tentatively, looking at their anxious looks.

A group of cuckoos nodded.

"It's still asleep in its bedroom," Harry replied.

An owl pecked his palm tentatively. "I'm out of food. You should go find Hedwig."

They flew away immediately.

Leaving the long package on the table.