Let's turn our attention back to Hogwarts, which is nearly a hundred pages away.

...

Harry was having a rough time these days.

The reason is actually very simple.

Lockhart had an accident in the Chamber of Secrets, but Defense Against the Dark Arts couldn't stop.

So I found a teacher instead.

"Ah, Potter, I think with your smart brain, you must be able to tell me about the infernal corpse."

The thin man walked to Harry's side again, with a cold and slippery feeling in his tone.

"Sorry professor, I don't know".

Harry stood up helplessly and replied.

"If you don't do pre-class preview, Gryffindor will deduct five points."

said Snape, with his voice like hard ice passing through glass.

"It seems that our savior classmate is not as powerful as in the legend."

"What are you doing in a daze? Pick up your pens and write down what I said!"

Snape looked around the classroom, and then said in that very cold voice:

"Infernal corpses are the simplest undead creatures. Their bodies are rotten and their movements are slow, but the blood of creatures can stimulate their desire to kill."

"Don't laugh down there, Malfoy. I hope that when you have the misfortune to meet an Inferi, you can laugh like you do now."

Draco, who was still grimacing at Harry just now, immediately lowered his head, picked up the quill, and memorized seriously.

Snape nodded when he saw what he was doing, and tapped his wand on the blackboard.

Immediately, silvery white ripples appeared on the blackboard, and then condensed into a **** figure.

"This is what happens to people who are attacked by Inferi. Of course, if you don't burn this corpse in time, after a while, he will jump from the ground and bite your neck off."

Speaking of this, the portrait on the blackboard suddenly moved unsteadily.

The **** corpse with bite marks slowly stood up from the ground, and then pointed the crippled face with one eyeball at the people outside the portrait, and opened its rotten mouth.

"ah"!

Many girls were caught off guard by this exciting scene, and then screamed in fright.

"silence"!

Snape said coldly.

"Are you actually scared by this kind of picture?"

Snape snorted coldly, and continued in an extremely slow tone:

"Tell you something that Headmaster Dumbledore didn't tell you. Mr. Hilbert, who is still at home to recover from his injuries, encountered this thing in the underground Slytherin chamber that day."

Seeing everyone's surprised and admiring eyes, Snape nodded slightly.

"However, it is different from what we said in class. What Mr. Hilbert encountered was an advanced zombie refined by Salazar Slytherin himself with the Judgment Army of the Papal State."

"ah"!

The crowd's exclamation this time brought admiration and admiration.

"I don't think any of you can escape from the pursuit of a group of undead creatures, so now, which classmate will tell me, in that case, what should you do first?"

"Potter, you answer my question."

Snape turned his attention to Harry again.

"I don't know, Professor."

Harry said helplessly again.

"snort".

Snape snorted coldly, but this time no points were deducted.

"You answer this question, Miss Greengrass."

Snape turned his gaze to the one sitting in the last row, the blond girl who was looking out the window in a daze.

"Maybe, with some procrastination spells, we can live longer."

The girl just woke up from her daze, thought for a while, and then said.

"The answer is very general, but it hits the point, Slytherin plus three points."

Snape nodded.

"Let me see, is there any other student who can answer this question?"

Everyone in the classroom was thinking, but under the influence of the rotting corpse portrait on the wall, no one could think normally.

"Miss Granger".

Snape tried to ignore a little girl's raised right hand, but since no one else wanted to answer the question, he finally called Hermione.

"Run away, professor, run away with all your power."

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then answered the question.

"It's a bit inconsistent with Gryffindor's usual stupid style of acting, but this is indeed the correct answer."

Snape snorted coldly, then continued:

"Remember, unless you have the same physical fitness and magic power as Mr. Zirol, running away is your only choice."

"Submit a paper in class next week, ask your prefect for details, get out of class is over now."

"Miss Greengrass, you stay."

Snape tapped the podium with his wand, and said to Daphne.

"Snape is really too eccentric, and only deducted points for us, Hermione, you clearly answered the question, but you still don't give us any points"...

Ron said a little indignantly after class.

"It's almost the end of the term, put those experiences on your studies, don't complain here every day."

Hermione shook her head a little irritably, and then walked out of the classroom with the two boys~lightnovelpub.net~ Hilbert, he hasn't come back yet"...

Harry sighed, staring at the sky outside the window in a daze.

"Principal Dumbledore assured us that Hilbert just went back to his home to recover from his injuries, and didn't we also see it at the time? He was in good condition at the time, so don't worry anymore."

"But I haven't come back for so long"...

Ron also spoke beside him.

"Forget it, don't worry about it, maybe he will come back tonight."

Harry patted his buddy on the shoulder.

"Let's go, go to lunch, there is a transformation class in the afternoon."

...

"Professor Snape, what can I do for you?"

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom where there were no outsiders, Daphne asked softly.

"Your sister will be back tonight".

Snape lightly tapped the blackboard with the wand in his hand, and the terrifying picture on it instantly disintegrated into countless particles of light.

"What"?

Daphne's eyes widened in surprise.

"There is news from China that the plane your sister and Mr. Chirol took arrived in France the night before, and the two of them will be able to go back to school during the dinner tonight."

"Then, my sister's injury"...

Daphne asked hesitantly.

"You'll know when you see her."

Snape's face, which was as pale as a dead man's, now wore a kind smile.

Although it feels a bit out of harmony, the smile on the face is actually not out of harmony.

Because it was a smile from the heart.