The Forgotten Potter; DM

XXXI. Animal Distribution System

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The chatter within the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom was instantly silenced when, instead of Professor Lupin, Professor Snape stormed in.

He strolled down between the desks, swiftly waving his wand and closing all the windows. The class watched him walk to the front and pull on a rope before a blank sheet rolled down.

His beady black eyes watched them all, "Turn to page three-hundred and ninety-four."

Ivy and Theo shared a look as they sat beside each other before focusing on opening their books, trying not to laugh.

As Snape walked to the back of the class, Harry called out,

"Excuse me, Sir. Where's Professor Lupin?"

"That's not really your concern, is it Potter?" Snape replied. He continued walking, "Suffice it to say that your professor finds himself incapable of teaching... at the present time. Turn to page three-hundred four." He tapped his wand against a Muggle-recorder type of device and it lit up.

"Werewolves?" Ron mumbled as the class realised what they were learning today.

"Awooooo," Theo quietly howled and Ivy heard Blaise and Draco snickering from behind.

"Sir, we just begun learning about redcaps and hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks," Hermione spoke up as she appeared from who-knows-where.

The name hinkypunk constantly made Ivy laugh. She messed with her two French braids to stop herself from making any noise.

"Quiet," Snape drawled out.

He walked to the front as a slideshow was presented on the blank sheet. Ivy remembered seeing something similar at Muggle primary schools when they taught them about Puberty. It was not a fun topic.

"Now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?"

Ivy could thanks to her intensive research on them sparked by her interactions with Sirius Black (the animagus) and Remus Lupin (the werewolf). Unlike Hermione though, Ivy didn't raise her hand.

"No one? How disappointing," Snape ignored the Gryffindor girl, his voice indicating carelessness. 

"Please, sir," Hermione started, "An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if he crosses his path. Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind."

"Awoooooo," Draco howled aloud, laughing. Ivy turned with an amused look when she heard him, Theo's face falling in offence.

"He stole my joke!"

"Thank you, Mr Malfoy," Snape shut him up. "That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?"

Ivy had to admit, she didn't understand why Hermione constantly felt the need to prove her intelligence. Everyone already knew how smart she was.

But Snape didn't need to say all that.

"Five points from Gryffindor," Snape turned around. "As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk by Monday morning, two rolls of parchment of the werewolf, with particular emphasis on recognising it."