Chapter 55: All Hallows' Eve

All Hallows' Eve.

Tonight's banquet was exceptionally luxurious.

The candles above the Great Hall turned into glowing pumpkin heads, and some bats conjured by magic flew by in groups.

The long tables of each house were filled with all kinds of delicacies, pumpkin pies, chocolate frogs, and steaming soups.

The ghosts of Hogwarts floated in together, circling and cheering around the Great Hall.

The atmosphere was very lively.

But it was a pity.

John was not present.

Inside the staff room.

John was sitting miserably at a table, copying potion notes.

Damn it.

Today's last class happened to be Snape's Potions class.

Originally, this was nothing; even if he had to be assigned work, he could wait until after attending the Halloween banquet to come back and do it.

But when he was in class, his brain had a spasm.

Thinking that this potion was so hard to drink, would it become sweet if he added some white sugar?

As a result, just as he tried, his cauldron began to hiss and smoke, making a harsh sound.

If Professor Snape hadn't waved his wand in time to stop the potion reaction, his cauldron would probably have exploded.

However, the cauldron didn't explode, but he did.

Professor Snape's expression at that time was darker than ever before.

He directly punished John by copying the entire potion notebook, forbidding the use of magic, and forbidding him from attending the banquet until he finished copying it.

John could only accept the result of his own death-seeking behavior.

"John, why are you still here? The banquet has already started."

At this moment, Professor Lupin suddenly appeared.

He leaned against the door frame, holding a cup of hot tea, and smiled at John.

"Professor Lupin, what else could it be? I sought death and was punished by Professor Snape."

John shrugged and said.

"Hehe, is that so."

Professor Lupin smiled, walked to John's side, and looked at the potion notes he was copying.

Although he didn't have much contact with Snape, he could recognize that the handwriting in this notebook was Snape's.

In other words, what John was copying now was Snape's essence of knowledge.

"Professor Snape's attainments in Potions are far beyond ordinary people; John, I think you can learn a lot from him."

Professor Lupin took a sip of hot tea, a smile hooked at the corner of his mouth, and said slowly.

"Maybe." John said while writing, muttering in a low voice: "But compared to Potions, I've learned quite a few bluffing methods from him."

"Wearing a big black robe all day, walking like a bat, and keeping a stinky face as if everyone owes him money."

Hearing John's complaints, Professor Lupin couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha, John, you have to be careful; Professor Snape might be hiding somewhere watching you."

"Pfft, what's the big deal? At worst, I'll just copy it one more time."

John waved his hand indifferently.

Professor Lupin looked at John's indifferent appearance and shook his head helplessly.

This child John had excellent talent; during his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he showed extremely proficient Repel Spells and Repair Spells.

Besides having good talent, he was also a very precocious child.

Sometimes communicating with John would make people forget that he was only an eleven-year-old child.

Just like now, the punishment that other students avoided like the plague didn't seem like a big deal to him.

"So John, what trouble did you cause this time?"

Professor Lupin continued to ask with a smile.

"Look at what you're saying, how could I cause trouble?"

"It's just that the potion today smelled terrible, so I added some white sugar."

Hearing John's righteous words, even the well-informed Professor Lupin couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

White sugar? Adding white sugar to a potion?

"... John, you, you weren't punished unjustly..."

Professor Lupin was silent for a while and said with a wry smile.

"How can you say that? I call this innovation and experimentation!"

"If I don't fix something sweet, how can those foul-smelling potions be swallowed?"

John said unconvinced.

Professor Lupin inexplicably remembered the Wolfsbane Potion Snape brewed for him last time, which was indeed stinky and hard to drink.

But he shook his head and laughed again.

"But at least the efficacy of the medicine is stable."

Hearing Professor Lupin's words, John suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Then he spoke faintly again.

"...... Is that so? Is the efficacy of that Wolfsbane Potion also very stable, Professor?"

As soon as John's words fell, Professor Lupin's smile instantly froze, and the air solidified for a moment.

Only the sound of firewood crackling in the fireplace remained in the room.

And the rustling sound of John's pen tip sliding across the paper.

The silence lasted for a long time in the air.

Professor Lupin's fingers gently rubbed the edge of the teacup, his gaze sank slightly, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes when he looked at John.

"You knew?"

"I wasn't sure before, but now I am."

John didn't raise his head, continued copying the notes, and said faintly.

"Heh."

Professor Lupin chuckled, but there was deep bitterness hidden in this laughter.

The air fell silent again.

At this moment, John suddenly closed the book with a 'snap'.

"Damn it, I'm not copying it anymore!"

John stood up abruptly, dragging the chair back a distance.

He looked up at Professor Lupin and said with a smile.

"Professor, let's go to the banquet; at this time, the banquet probably hasn't ended yet."

Professor Lupin looked at John's smiling little face and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Clearly, John was changing the subject.

He didn't seem to care about Lupin being a werewolf.

Instead, he treated him as usual.

This made a hint of warmth rise in Lupin's heart, and at the same time, he thought more highly of John.

He had only been with these children for two months, and not everyone could accept his werewolf identity as easily as John.

But in fact, most students wouldn't care too much about this werewolf identity.

Because they cared more about Professor Lupin making their Defense Against the Dark Arts class vivid and interesting.

After Professor Lupin was silent for a while, he returned to his usual gentle smile.

"Alright, let's go to the banquet together."

Originally, he didn't want to attend the banquet today, but now he didn't want to refuse John's invitation.

The two walked out of the staff room one after another and walked toward the Great Hall.

Professor Lupin also opened up a lot to John.

The two chatted casually as they walked, as if nothing had happened just now.

They arrived near the Great Hall, and before they even went in, they had already heard the lively sounds inside.

Just as they were planning to go in, John suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar black shadow darting out from the rotating staircase in front.

"Xiaohei?"

John looked closely, and wasn't that figure Xiaohei?

Why did it suddenly run into the castle?

Professor Lupin also discovered John's gaze and followed it to scan.

Instantly, a big black dog that he could recognize even if it turned into ashes came into his sight.

Professor Lupin's pupils shrank, looking at the big black dog in disbelief.

The big black dog clearly also noticed this side.

It stopped its fleeing steps and also looked at Lupin in a daze. ===== CHAPTER 56 =====