Dumbledore's expression turned serious, his blue eyes looking at Snape, deep and earnest.
"Severus, I don't believe anyone in the Castle would help Black break in."
His tone was calm, but brooks no argument.
"This topic is closed."
A flicker of unwillingness flashed in Snape's Black eyes. He seemed to want to say something more but ultimately remained silent.
"Of course, of course, you are the Principal, what you say goes."
"However, we haven't found any trace of Black, and the Dementors are probably getting restless again."
Dumbledore nodded.
"I will inform them once the search is complete."
Percy, listening to the two Professors' conversation, couldn't help but interject.
"Principal, why not let the Dementors help with the search? Aren't they specialized in catching fugitives?"
"Percy, Dementors might be good at finding people," Dumbledore said coldly.
"But as long as I am the Principal of Hogwarts, I will not allow those things inside the school gates."
Percy's face looked a bit awkward. Dumbledore and Snape turned and left.
In the following days, the entire school was discussing who that large Black dog was, and the theories about how it got into the school became increasingly bizarre.
During Herbology Class, Hannah confidently told her classmates around her:
"That dog is definitely a hellhound! It burrowed directly into the school from underground!"
Hermione felt that she had been corrupted by Professor Trelawney, and her opinion of Professor Trelawney worsened.
Gryffindor's common room also got a new guardian.
the fat lady's portrait was moved, replaced by Sir Cadogan.
Sir Cadogan wore rusty armor and rode a plump pony. His sword hung crookedly at his waist, and a broken feather was stuck in his helmet.
If Charlie saw him, he would surely recognize him as the portrait that gave him wrong directions during his first night stroll.
Harry was under close surveillance at school. Professors could always be seen in the corridors, finding various excuses to linger around Harry.
Percy, in particular, followed Harry like a police dog every day.
Charlie wondered if he should hit him with a Stupefy this weekend, otherwise, how would he go to Hogsmeade to fish for Sirius?
This week in Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, Charlie froze as soon as he walked into the classroom.
Standing at the podium was not Professor Lupin, but Snape.
Snape wore his iconic Black robes, arms crossed over his chest, greasy Black hair plastered to his cheeks, exuding an aura that kept people away.
However, Charlie felt that Snape seemed a bit happy?
What the hell, Professor Snape actually had moments of happiness.
"Professor Lupin is indisposed today," Snape's voice was low and slow.
"He entrusted me to substitute."
A collective groan echoed through the classroom.
Ron slumped on his desk, muttering softly:
"Seeing his sour face in Potion Class once a week is bad enough, now we have to see it again."
Hermione glared at him, signaling him to be quiet.
Charlie, however, didn't care; it was all the same no matter who taught.
Snape's gaze swept across the classroom, finally landing on Charlie. The two made eye contact for a few seconds.
Charlie looked at him expressionlessly.
Snape's mouth twitched slightly, as if suppressing some emotion. He turned around and wrote a few lines on the blackboard.
"Where is Professor Lupin's teaching progress?" Snape asked.
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