Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Harry's had enough. He doesn't want to play with Malfoy anymore.

He's going to see Ivan and Hermione at the school hospital to see how they're doing.

Oh, and look for Ron. He hasn't seen each other since he split up in the morning.

Ron certainly didn't know that Ivan and Hermione had been attacked by werewolves, he should have told him about it, and then they could discuss Wolf Blake together...

Harry stopped immediately, and he heard a tragic, hoarse cry for help in Professor Lupin's office.

This voice is very familiar, it's Ron's voice!

Why is Ron in Professor Lupin's office and why is he calling for help?!

Harry hastily rushed past before he could think about it.

Malfoy was faster than Harry, and he stood right in front of that door, waving his wand gently, and Professor Lupin's office door was opened.

Almost instantly, the crowd rushed into the office, decorated with simplicity, acidity and little decoration. The most striking thing is to put a big water tank in the corner, a tiny, sick green guy with a pointed little corner and his face on the glass.

It's a water monster, and it makes a ghost face at the crowd, and it keeps stretching elongated claws.

In front of the tank, Ron stood there pale, holding his wand in front of him with his hands, his body trembling constantly, his face filled with terror and anxiety.

He turned around and saw Harry and they rushed in and collapsed.

Harry saw Ron's mouth huge and seemed to be making a silent howl, his eyes bursting out, and he seemed to be shouting his name.

“What happened, Ron?!” Harry rushed up and asked anxiously, "Why are you here?! ”

Harry stopped immediately, and with Ron's eyes, he saw a suffocating creature shrinking under Professor Lupin's desk, staring at himself with yellow eyes.

The creature curled its head under the table with its hands, almost like a normal human being, but with long, dark gray hair, it was his head that was terrifying, a wolf's head altogether.

This is a werewolf, and Harry hastily pulls his wand out and his fear rises from the depths of his heart.

Ivan and Hermione were just attacked by a werewolf in Hogsmeade, and now a werewolf has broken into Hogwarts Castle. Is he also attacking a little wizard?!

However, the other party did not appear to have acted excessively, nor did it attempt to kill a blood path from the entire school with its sharp pointed teeth and claws. He merely curled there, looking powerlessly at Harry, and his face was filled with pain.

Harry was surprised to find that tears had flowed out of the werewolf's eyes in front of him, and he looked at each other and suddenly found that look made him feel incredibly familiar.

Harry felt his head was not enough, and he had a feeling that the werewolf in front of him was Professor Lupin.

How is it possible that Professor Lupin could be a werewolf?

There must be something wrong, maybe Professor Lupin's magic went wrong to make him look like a werewolf.

Otherwise, how can he explain why he hasn't jumped to tear himself apart yet?

Harry felt it was necessary to communicate with each other, at least as far as the current situation was concerned, this werewolf and legend were completely different, and he did not seem dangerous at all.

“Professor Lupin?” Harry said softly that his voice was so small that he could not hear himself clearly that only his lips seemed to move.

The werewolf beneath the desk nodded and his eyes filled with tears filled with pain.

“Oh my God?!” Harry stared sharply and guessed correctly that the werewolf was indeed Lupin.

Suddenly he was not afraid, the temperature returned to his body, he put the wand in his hand back, hurried forward two steps, he had to help each other.

But before I met Professor Lupin, I heard Malfoy yelling behind me, "Look what we found, a werewolf who broke into the castle! ”

Malfoy glanced at Professor Lupin, curled under the desk, and then immediately ran back into the Slytherin crowd, his pale face now not even a little bloody, but his mouth hung an unprecedented malicious smile.

Harry looks at Malfoy angrily. He's faking a picture!

He and other Slytherin students must have known what was here, or they wouldn't have taken you straight to Professor Lupin's office.

It's a conspiracy, maybe they turned Professor Lupin into a werewolf.

Harry wanted to explain to someone that the werewolf in front of him was Professor Lupin, and he wasn't dangerous!

But it didn't work, hearing Malfoy scream, all the little wizards sucked in a breath of cold air and backed away neatly.

The atmosphere was so intense and horrible that you thought about the attack that had just taken place in Hogsmeade, where two victims were lying in a school hospital, and the famous sophomore boy, Ivan Mason, was said to have been killed by werewolves.

Now, a werewolf actually ran into the castle, right in front of them.

Did he come to attack them? This is too horrible. The panic is spreading. In the old impression of the little wizards, the werewolves are like legendary creatures, but now they appear in succession. The people bitten by the werewolves will also become a werewolf.

Nobody dares approach that table, only Harry and Ron are still there.

Harry turned around, and he saw Percy run out of the crowd, and he wanted to shout at each other, and he didn't want more people to see Professor Lupin like this.

As you can see from Professor Lupin's eyes, this hurts him greatly.

Harry felt he had to persuade everyone to understand that it was not a werewolf, but Professor Lupin, but before he could think of what he should say, Ron, paralyzed beside him, suddenly whispered, “Divided! ”

The next second, Ron's wand emits a bright red light.

“No, Ron!” Harry hurried and shouted loudly.

Ron's spell crossed himself, hitting poor Lupin curled beneath the table.

No, he missed!

The red light did not fall on Professor Lupin, but hit the desk in front of him.

Boom! The table flew backwards and out, hiding under the desk, Professor Lupin appeared in front of everyone as a werewolf.

“Hiss!” Seeing Professor Lupin, all the little wizards obviously poured in a breath of cold air and took a step backwards.