Chapter 465: Failure

Snape's course selection target is full of malice, and his explanation is just as malicious—Bai Lang knows why, so he doesn't mind stirring the fire on it. "Professor, since werewolves are so dangerous, why not simply eradicate them? After all, if we kill every werewolf, there will be no new victims, right?" Bai Lang raised his hand and spoke.

Snape stared at Bai Lang for about half a minute, perhaps trying to tell whether Bai Lang was joking or serious. "You are right," Snape said, "You are right." Yet Snape gave Bai Lang no points. "Some people only become werewolves after being bitten," someone said. It was unclear who said that.

"Sorry, this is necessary quarantine. After all, we can't let more innocents suffer this fate. So the sooner the werewolves die, the better—and I don't think werewolves can maintain their humanity forever." Bai Lang shot back before Snape could.

The cold brutality in the words silenced the other students; Professor Snape gestured for Bai Lang to sit down and began asking how to distinguish a werewolf from a wolf, which reinforced Bai Lang's view that werewolves are scum—he imagined them as huge, brutish wolves with heads like a brown bear, a monster of great strength.

Hermione Granger earned a full ten points for her enthusiastic answer—Bai Lang thought she was using this to oppose Snape, though she might simply love learning. Ron, for saying a few words defending Hermione Granger, was docked points and given detention. "I want you all to know how to deal with a werewolf," Professor Snape said, and Bai Lang felt he genuinely wanted these kids to learn how to avoid a werewolf's attack.

"Professor, if a werewolf's combat ability is just like a big wolf's, I think killing them would be easy." Bai Lang lifted his wand. "Professor, if a werewolf's head is cut off, does it revert to a human head? If I had the chance, hanging a werewolf's head and skull on my living‑room wall would make a fine decoration."

"Stop bragging here, kid." Professor Snape said. "If a werewolf is killed while transformed, it returns to human form unless you preserve it with magic."

"Each of you write a paper for me on how to identify and kill werewolves. The assignment should be two sheets of parchment, due Monday morning. Someone should take charge of this class. Weasley, stay behind, don't leave; we need to arrange something about your evening studies." Snape said, while Bai Lang muttered, "werewolf skull."

Neville Longbottom walked with Bai Lang. "Are you really going to hunt werewolves?" Neville Longbottom asked. "Of course! If I get the chance, I'll definitely kill a few werewolves and use their pelts and heads to decorate my living room." Bai Lang, excited, replied, "You heard that, Neville Longbottom—the strength of a werewolf is similar to a big wolf; the only differences are stronger resistance to spells and a much higher regeneration rate than ordinary wolves."

"I'll teach you how to chop a werewolf's head off in one swing! No matter how strong its regeneration, a severed head can't grow back." Bai Lang mimed a chopping motion with his hand. Neville Longbottom stared blankly at the gesture. "Is it really possible?" he asked, a little timidly.

"No problem, trust me. At worst I'll kill a few first so you can see, then make one immobile for you to practice on." Werewolves with combat power equal to wolves? Bai Lang wasn't scared of them at all.

The next day was the Quidditch match; looking at the weather, Bai Lang thought playing in such conditions was sheer madness. He planned to hide in the common room and read a book. Bai Lang watched Harry grab his broom, don his team robes, and leave the dormitory—a sight that looked as if he might die at any moment.

"Don't eat so much to relieve stress before an intense match, Potter. I think a bit of porridge with a few slices of bacon and a cup of pumpkin juice will guarantee enough stamina." Bai Lang said, having just returned with Neville Longbottom from outside. Though he wouldn't go watch Quidditch, his daily training with Neville Longbottom never ceased, rain or shine.

He also needed to practice his martial arts, taking Neville Longbottom along. After returning, he took a shower, changed into warm, cozy clothes, and ate breakfast—a truly comfortable pleasure. After breakfast, Neville Longbottom rushed out to watch the match, while Bai Lang returned to the lounge and picked up a book at random.

The match ended in Gryffindor's defeat, and Bai Lang watched Harry Potter being helped in by Ron and others, thinking he saw a corpse—his condition was terrible, his face pallid, and he seemed to have only half a breath left. "What happened?" Bai Lang asked. "Losing is one thing, but why does Harry look like this?"

"It's a Dementor; a Dementor got onto the Quidditch pitch," Ron said angrily, and everyone was outraged—how could a Dementor enter the arena? "And Harry also lost his broom," someone added. "Oh, that's a serious loss," Bai Lang replied, "But you should get Harry to Mrs. Pomfrey quickly, or…" Bai Lang pulled out a large piece of chocolate, "Give him a warm set of clothes and let him eat some chocolate by the fireplace?"

In the end, Harry went to Mrs. Pomfrey's and spent his heart‑broken days there.

The next day, while resting, Bai Lang sneaked out to beat those Dementors. Lately he has been using Dementors both to practice the Patronus Charm and to train the so‑called "Ashu Douluo" magical martial art. He figured out one thing—that most Dementors lack any real "intelligence" and act mostly on instinct.

They may understand language, but their responses are instinctual in most situations—including combat. Dementors have no tactics.

Dealing with them is actually rather dull; ignoring their "void" and "energy‑draining" powers, purely from a technical standpoint they're very easy to beat. When Bai Lang unleashed his breath to strike them, he felt no sense of achievement, though it served as venting for Harry Potter's anger—yet Bai Lang never told Harry.

In most cases, when Draco Draco Malfoy mocked Harry, Bai Lang wouldn't intervene—if he bothered with such trivialities, he'd become Harry's protector. Even Dumbledore probably wouldn't want that; he wants Harry to grow.

So when Harry was discharged and Draco Draco Malfoy taunted him for losing the Quidditch match, Bai Lang pretended not to hear. Draco Draco Malfoy was so excited he was almost delirious—Gryffindor's first loss meant that unless Slytherin suffered a crushing defeat, the Quidditch Cup was almost certainly theirs.