Two more days later, Sherlock, who felt his emotions returned to normal, finally returned to class.
As soon as he arrived in the classroom, before he could speak, a large group of sixth-grade students complained.
“He forced us to learn werewolf! Professor.”
Sherlock knocked on the forehead.
“You didn’t tell him that I’ve told you all about the werewolf. Have you told you all the content about the werewolf?”
“We talked to the professor, but he insisted and said that you don’t understand the werewolf at all. He would tell us how to distinguish the werewolf and kill it!”
“He didn’t let us answer the questions. Even if he asked the question, he wouldn’t let us say it. He had to talk about the knowledge we had already memorized over and over again!”
“We told him that this class is a practical class, and we have basically learned the theoretical things, but Professor Snape just didn’t listen!”
“He also arranged two werewolf papers for us in parchment! We usually have to do test papers and have no time to write this!”
In all the black magic defense classes taught by Snape in the past two days, students are basically complaining.
He completely ignored the normal teaching progress. Even in the first grade class, he had to insist on explaining how to kill werewolfs to those children who had just learned to float.
If there is no weirdness here, Sherlock can take his head off his head and be a golden flying thief.
Combined with his strange spirit when he and Lupin went to Snape to help him with a substitute, he must have wanted to hint at something through these black magic defense classes.
But Sherlock has to finish the mess he created. If he had known this, it would be better to let students study at the beginning, so that they could spend a class to do the test paper.
He shook his head and said.
“Okay, I originally wanted to tell you about the summer test papers in this class. In this way, I should make up for the practical class that I didn’t finish in the previous session.”
A burst of cheers suddenly sounded in the classroom, but the students still did not forget it.
“Two rolls of parchment, professor, two rolls of parchment werewolf homework…”
Sherlock waved his hand and took them to the practical class classroom.
“I don’t need to do the homework assigned to you by Snape, I will tell him.”
The cheers of the students couldn’t help but become more enthusiastic.
The practical class in the sixth grade is not as fast as that in the seventh grade. Sherlock’s main thing in this class is to teach them some spell applications, rather than a one-on-one showdown.
For example, the advanced ones of general curse resolutionUsage, advanced usage of the Iron Armor Mantra, etc.
On the same day that Sherlock returned to class, Harry also came out of the school hospital.
Mrs. Pomfrey forced him to lie in the ward for so many days, but in fact, after he woke up on the first day, his health was nothing.
But what made Harry sad was that when he fell, his broom was blown to the willow of beating and torn to pieces by the irritable tree.
This made him sad than losing Quidditch.
The 2000 light wheel was not only a broom that accompanied him for three school years, but also a gift from Professor McGonagall after joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Going back to class, Professor Lupin finally came back this time. This is the only thing that can make Harry feel a little better.
In this class, Lupin also canceled the homework assigned by Snape to them, and continued their previous teaching progress, talking about the black magic creature living in the water – Xinke Punk.
After Snape left, the black magic defense class made all the students in the castle feel comfortable, and his good intentions seemed to be in vain.
Except Sherlock, no other students doubted why he had to stubbornly teach werewolf knowledge in class.
After this dark magic defense class ended, Lupin left Harry alone, caring about his affairs in the Quidditch game.
Lupin did not watch that game, so he didn’t know what happened until afterwards.
He told Harry about the ability of the dementor, and comforted him that he was afraid of the dementor was not his problem, but because Harry had experienced much more fear than others.
Harry was obviously worried about this, because just before he fainted on the court, the voice of his mother being killed by Voldemort appeared in his mind.
“You used a spell on the train to make the dementor retreat.” Harry said suddenly.
“There are some defenses that people can apply,” Lupin said. “But there was only one guy like that on the train at that time. The more they were, the harder it was to resist.”
“What kind of defense?” Harry asked immediately, “Can you teach me?”
Lupin looked at him and shook his head and laughed.
“To be honest, Harry, I am not an expert in black magic defense, and I am not good at dealing with dementors.”
“But only if I master the methods that can deal with them can I not be afraid of them anymore!” Harry said firmly.
Lupin looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then advised him.
“If you really want to learn, I suggest you go to Sherlock, who is an expert in this field. Before I came to Hogwarts to teach, I also read the book he wrote about the black magic creatures. His understanding of dementors is top in the entire magic world.”
Harry was stunned.