Regulus Black the Potions Master

Capítulo 53

Harry was released from the infirmary that same day, joining his friends for dinner.

What surprised him was Cedric Diggory appearing out of nowhere to check on him. The older, fair-haired boy seemed a little upset about his own victory, saying something about him trying to overturn the result since Harry wasn't really aware of the game being fair. But apparently, he managed to catch the Snitch at the same time that Harry found the Dementors and that's why the boy didn't notice.

Not that Harry thought Diggory could have done anything to help him, but it didn't matter anyway. And that's what he responds, everything was already decided and at least they were all safe and alive.

As the days went by, the subject of dementors remained among the students, and the fear that everyone must have had of those beings began to emerge among the other students.

Your bogeyman may now be the same as many others now.

Which didn't get much better since they were still on the school grounds as Sirius Black was still on the loose.

On the Monday after the game, Harry thought about asking Professor Lupin about a way to defend himself from the Dementor, there must be a way, right? But then the teacher who enters is Mr. Black.

"Where is Professor Lupin?" Hermione asks from her side.

Harry almost jumps out of his chair, his soul leaving his body for a few seconds. When he turns to the side, the brunette is really on his side and behaves as if she was always there the whole time, but no.

Could Harry be becoming slightly paranoid? Maybe, but he was sitting alone when the teacher entered. And now she is there.

He's been having this feeling recently, that she appeared out of nowhere as if she were a ghost. One moment it was just him and Ron and the next Hermione was saying something as if she had heard their entire conversation, as if she had always been there.

"Where did she come from?" Ron muttered at the table next to him as shocked as he was.

"I don't know" he whispered, raising his shoulders.

"Mr. Lupin is currently unwell, so I'm filling in for him" the man replied.

Harry found it strange at first, but after the second day in a row Mr. Black replaced Mr. Lupin, he really started to worry about the other teacher.

But then Lupin came back looking a little more tired than usual, his pallor highlighting the many scars on his face.

After class, he waited for the others to leave before approaching the teacher.

Lupin was leaning on his desk, piling up the homework that had been handed in by the students. Harry noticed how old his sweater was, he had heard Malfoy complain about how the professor's clothes looked old and shabby, but Harry didn't really care about that, he himself wears and has worn Dudley's old clothes all his life.

"Are you okay?"

"I would ask the same, Harry" The professor gave a gentle smile gesturing to a chair next to his desk "I'm fine, just a passing illness" he looked strange as he said it, but Harry didn't pay much attention "And how are you? I heard about what happened in the game."

"I'm better" the boy replied and the teacher took a chocolate bar from the pocket of his coat thrown on the chair and shared it with him "Only my broom was smashed into a thousand pieces by the willow tree."

"That's a shame," he nodded, "you know, they planted the Whomping Willow the year I arrived at Hogwarts. The students used to play and try to touch the trunk, but one almost lost his eye. We were forbidden from going near it after that. A broomstick never had a chance."