Silent Love (Harry Potter Love Story)

Chapter 27

The Fat Lady has been replaced by a painting of a tiny knight (Sir Cadogan). Stalking a bare stretch of grass as his pony grazes nearby. He bradishes his sword wildly as a group of Gryffindors regard him warily.
 
“Who dares challenge Sir Cadogan! Back, you scurvy braggarts! You rogues!” said Sir Cadogan.
 
“He’s barking mad!” said Ron.
 
“What’d you expect? After what happened to the Fat Lady, none of the other pictures would take the job,” said Hermione.
 
“But he keeps changing the password. Twice just this morning! I’ve taken to keeping a list,” said Ron as we begin to walk out.
 
“Farewell, comrades! If you ever you have need of noble heart and steeling sinew, call upon Sir Cadogan!” said Sir Cadogan while hold up his sword.
 
“Yeah, we’ll call you.. if we ever need someone mental,” said Ron. And we begin to walk to DADA class. I sit and Ron and Harry sit in front of me.
 
“Tun to page 394,” said Snape suddenly comes into class.
 
“Excuse me, sir, but where’s Professor Lupin?” I ask.
 
“Suffice to say, your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Page 394!” said Snape again.
 
“Werewolves?” I ask.
 
“But sir, we’ve only just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks. We’re not meant to start nocturnal beast for weeks,” said Hermione suddenly appears next to me
 
“Quiet!” said Snape.
 
“When did she come in? Did you see her come in?” Ron asks me. I just shrug my shoulder.
 
“Now, which of you can tell me difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?” Snape asks.
 
As the class stares mutely at a slide of an attacking werewolf, Hermione waiting desperately for someone to respond to Snape’s question.
 
“No one? How... disapponting,” said Snape. I raise my hand. “Yes, Ms. Peter?”
 
“An animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice in matter. Furthermore, whe werewolf actively hunts humans and responds only to the call of its own kind,” I explain.
 
“Five points for Gryffindor! As a antidote to your ignorance, I prescribe two rolls of Parchment on the werewold by Monday Morning with particular emphasis placed on recognizing it,” said Snape.
 
“But sir, it’s Quddditch tomorrow,” says Harry.
 
“There’s no excuse Potter,” says Snape and glares at Harry.