Chapter 57

The Genie Starting from Marvel

Late at night, Lupin hurried to Hogsmeade. At this time, there weren't many people in the Three Broomsticks tavern.

Following the stairs all the way up, Lupin couldn't wait to tell Frank the good news.

The moment he opened the door, Lupin stood still at the door.

Tonight's moonlight was still bright, and the silver light spilled in from the window, casting a layer of radiance over half of the room.

In this radiance, Lupin saw a black figure hanging upside down in front of him, with long black hair covering his face. After he appeared, the black shadow suddenly began to sway slightly.

Fresh air entered from the window and blew out from the door along the passage. This wind lifted the curtains, causing them to shake constantly, making a 'whoosh' sound.

Damn it! Is it haunted?!

Lupin drew his wand, preparing to give this thing, whether human or ghost, a hit.

"Lupin, you're back?" Just then, Frank's voice came from the side.

Lupin was startled. He turned his head and saw Frank holding a newspaper, with the warm light of the oil lamp shining on him, looking like a peaceful time.

These two completely different scenes appeared in the same room, presenting an outrageous sense of tearing.

"Frank! What's the situation?!" Lupin couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, I caught a thief." Frank said, moving the oil lamp, letting the light shine on Snape's face.

"Snape???" Through the gap in the long hair, Lupin saw the face clearly, and the whole person felt even worse. He said how come he didn't see Snape after returning to school; so he was here.

No, how could he be here?! And hung upside down.

Listening to Lupin's voice, Snape was full of shame in his heart, completely unwilling to open his eyes, only hoping in his heart that this was a dream.

Unfortunately, reality is reality, no matter how unwilling he was to accept it, there was no way.

A few minutes later, at Lupin's signal, Snape was let down by Frank, and the bindings on his body were untied, only the wand hadn't been returned to him.

Snape sat on the chair without saying a word, like a dead person.

Lupin opposite also recovered from that weirdness, lowering his head, his body trembling slightly. He was trying hard to hold back his laughter.

This picture was too beautiful, making Lupin think of his student days, James and the others' retaliatory pranks on Snape.

At that time, Snape belonged to the standard supporter of bloodline supremacy, and James and the others had many conflicts with Snape because of this.

James and the others did many very serious pranks on Snape. If it weren't for the fact that Snape would always lead Slytherin students to counterattack afterward, and both sides formed an unsolvable cycle, those pranks could have been defined as bullying.

Finally, it was Frank who broke this weird atmosphere. "Lupin, what did Headmaster Dumbledore say?"

"The Headmaster said he already knew about your matter, and he will rush over as soon as he finishes his work." Lupin cleared his throat and straightened up.

"That's good. What about your matter?" Frank continued to ask.

Lupin sighed. "The Headmaster said he also didn't know how Sirius Black escaped, and he couldn't find him either. However, he has invited me to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"I don't agree!" Snape suddenly came alive and said loudly to Lupin.

There's no such reason! He had already applied several times to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and was even willing to give up his status as Head of Slytherin House. Why did Lupin get the quota as soon as he came?!

"You're not the Headmaster, does this kind of thing need your agreement?" Frank retorted to Snape on the side.

Snape looked at Frank strangely. He originally thought that Frank, as Lupin's friend, would oppose it with him. After all, the fact that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was cursed by the Mysterious Person was known to everyone.

But what is the situation now?

Surface brothers? Garlic pork?

"I will not allow a werewolf to walk into the classroom openly and become a professor." Snape said very righteously.

"This requires your help, Snape."

Dumbledore's voice came from the empty space in the room. The next second, a fiery red light flashed, and Dumbledore appeared in front of several people.

And that fiery red light also fell on Dumbledore's shoulder, turning into a small phoenix, looking lazy, leaning against Dumbledore's head, yawning.

"Snape, I happen to be looking for you. I need you to help brew Wolfsbane Potion to help suppress Lupin's impulse to attack during the full moon." Dumbledore said to Snape.

"I..." Snape subconsciously prepared to refuse, but swallowed the words back when they reached his lips.

"Of course, during that time, you can replace Lupin as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Dumbledore continued.

On the side, Frank gave Lupin a wink, signaling Lupin to take out the thing from Blade. Suppressing the werewolf's impulse doesn't need to find someone with a grudge at all; he can help get it done alone.

Lupin didn't do so. He actually still felt a bit guilty towards Snape. At that time, as a Gryffindor prefect, Lupin himself didn't fulfill his duty to stop James and the others' pranks on Snape.

That was dereliction of duty.

"You will regret this choice." Snape suddenly said.

"I won't regret it, you know me." Dumbledore smiled. "Besides, Snape, I am still the Headmaster now."

Snape then didn't speak, seemingly accepting Dumbledore's arrangement. No matter what, he could still be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for a few days.

Snape had already thought about it. When the time comes, he must popularize to all students how to resist creatures like werewolves.

Subsequently, Dumbledore looked at Frank. After seeing the real person, Dumbledore could indeed confirm that this person was not a wizard.

"Mr. Frank, Lupin has already told me about your matter." When Dumbledore spoke, besides the kindness of an elder, there was also the power of the strongest white wizard.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but can you please prove your identity?"

"Of course I can, Headmaster Dumbledore." Frank stood up and said, looking around on the side. "Prove it here?"

"No, please come with me." Dumbledore said, his shoulders moving, waking up the confused phoenix Fawkes.

Fawkes pecked Dumbledore's ear lightly, expressing his dissatisfaction at being forced to work overtime, but still moved, drawing a gorgeous trajectory in the air, preparing to take everyone away from here.

Throughout the whole process, Snape was looking at Frank curiously. Does this person have any special identity?