"What has he taught you?"
Hermione's hand shot up, her whole body almost standing.
But Snape completely ignored her, instead turning his gaze back to Charlie.
"Mr. White." Snape's voice grew several degrees colder.
"You seem very idle."
Charlie raised an eyebrow.
"Why don't you answer my question?" Snape walked down from the podium.
"Do you understand what respect for teachers means? Hufflepuff loses 5 points."
Charlie:?
Dude, did you even ask? Now you're just arbitrarily deducting points, not even pretending?
Snape looked at Charlie with satisfaction.
You little punk, letting you deliberately ignore my hints.
Charlie almost laughed out loud at Snape.
He's a Professor, after all, how can he be so petty?
But it's fine, deduct whatever you want, I'll have Cedric use your Slytherin as a kindergarten playground in Quidditch.
If I don't widen the score gap to 500 points, I'll write Harry's name backward.
Just then, the classroom door was pushed open.
Harry ran in, breathless, his robes still splattered with mud, his hair messy as if blown by the wind.
He looked like he had just finished Quidditch practice.
He was about to apologize for his lateness, but seeing Snape standing at the podium instead of Lupin, he froze at the doorway.
Snape turned around, his Black eyes fixed on Harry.
"Harry Potter." Snape's voice was slow, but every word carried a chill.
"Ten minutes late, Gryffindor loses ten points."
"Find a seat, no one here wants to waste time on you."
Harry walked with his head down and sat next to Ron.
Ron leaned over and whispered, "Professor Lupin is sick, Snape is substituting."
Snape looked around the classroom and said in a low voice.
"Back to the topic, regarding your learning progress, Professor Lupin left no records..."
Hermione's hand shot up even higher, her whole body almost springing from her seat.
"Excuse me, sir, we've learned about Boggart, Red Caps, Kappa, and Grindylow," Hermione said quickly, her words a rapid-fire succession.
"And we're about to start learning..."
"Quiet." Snape interrupted her coldly.
Hermione froze, her hand still raised in the air.
"I wasn't asking you." Snape's voice grew several degrees colder.
"I just think Professor Lupin's teaching progress is too slow."
Hermione was dumbfounded. Just now Charlie didn't answer and you wanted to deduct points, now I answer and you tell me to shut up.
If I answer your questions again, I'm a dog!
Charlie leaned back in his chair, watching Snape pace back and forth on the podium.
Did he eat something wrong today or what?
"It seems Professor Lupin hasn't burdened you much." Snape's tone was full of sarcasm.
"I believe first-year students should already be capable of dealing with Red Caps and Grindylow. Today we will discuss..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the classroom, finally stopping on Charlie.
"Werewolf."
As he said the word, Snape's eyes fixed on Charlie, a certain hidden meaning in his gaze.
Charlie rolled his eyes.
Big dummy Snape, what the hell do you want?
Just say it, no more riddles.
Hermione raised her hand again, this time her movement was more urgent.
"But, sir." Hermione's voice carried clear dissatisfaction.
"We shouldn't be learning about Werewolves yet, we should be starting with Hinkypunks..."
"Miss Granger." Snape turned around and said calmly.
The air in the classroom instantly solidified.
"I seem to recall that I am teaching this class, not you." Snape slowly walked to Hermione's desk, looking down at her.
"Or do you believe that you know better than I do what should be taught?"
Hermione's face grew redder, but she didn't lower her head.
"No, sir, I just—"
"Then please be quiet." Snape interrupted her, turned, and walked back to the podium.
"Now everyone turn to page 394."
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