Smelly night

Time passed at Hogwarts and one day a commotion was heard from the castle cadres, who seemed to be searching for something.

It turns out that the Fat Lady, who guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, was attacked by Sirius Black. The tears in the painting, as if left by the paws of a beast, made the lady flee and she hid in a different painting, behind a large cow.

That same night, all the students had to sleep in the Great Dining Hall. Soisen looked at the storm outside and frowned.

Why did he have to practice the weather change spell precisely today?

Rain wouldn't make it hard for him to sleep, in fact, he liked listening to it.

But thunder was so annoying!

Too bad he was still halfway to mastering the spell and couldn't go out to reduce the intensity under the watchful eye of the masters. Having the Dementors swarming around outside, excited as they searched for their target, didn't help.

Also, do you have any idea how many students snore?

I could hear Ron Weasley from the other end of the Great Dining Hall!

So, ignoring the envious look from the others, he transformed his sleeping bag and those of the students in his House, into a simple but comfortable single bed and erected a small magical field to prevent annoying noises, unpleasant smells and nightly flatulence, regulate the temperature so they wouldn't get cold and set up an alarm line for their safety.

The only ones who were able to enjoy similar treatment were Sylvia, Hermione, Neville, Cedric, the Weasley twins and in short, their closest friends from school. Although some protested that he should do the same for everyone and be fair, he shut them up with the excuse that he doesn't have that much magic for the whole school.

A clear lie, but the others did not know that and could not refute. Following the logic they were taught in school, it would indeed be exhausting and impossible for a third year wizard to perform so many complex transformations at once, even if they were to last only a single night.

Professor McGonagall nodded proudly in secret at the sight of Soisen's brilliant application of Transformation and Professor Flitwick did not hide his thumbs up at the brilliant display of convenient incantations. Sinistra was very pleased to see the togetherness in her House and Headmaster Dumbledore simply smiled, as he copied the idea of setting up alarm lines that night.

Finally, before going to bed, Soisen made several wooden scarabs with a simple function, to turn their heads towards the nearest or loudest noise. While it seemed silly, in the eyes of the others, it would appear that he was setting up lookouts and those who wanted to try to play some pranks that night, were forced to give up on the idea.

Naturally the teachers saw through the trick, but said nothing as it played into everyone's hands.

The next morning, many woke up with dark circles under their eyes and bloodshot eyes, looking with great envy at the sheltered beds Soisen made.

Who thought that making a dinner of spicy bean burritos, kale with blue cheese and broccoli au gratin with mushrooms was a good idea!!!

The atmosphere in the Great Dining Hall was so stuffy that the teachers lit all the good morning night candles and opened the windows, but no one was hungry for lunch after such an experience. Not even Ron had an appetite and that's saying a lot!

Wait, actually, Soisen and company ate quietly inside their containment camps. They were never so happy to establish friendship with him.

The morning had a depressing atmosphere from the bad night and the denial of lunch, but the dementors finished their search to no avail and castle activities had to resume as usual.

And to top it all off, everyone was in for a surprise when Snape took over as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that day.

-Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four," Snape ordered after unfolding a projector screen.

-Excuse me, sir, where is Professor Lupin? -Potter was unable to keep his mouth shut and had to question why Snape was there at that moment.

-That doesn't interest you, does it, Potter? -Snape looked at him with indifferent eyes and moved to the side of the projector, "Let's go to page three hundred and ninety-four," he repeated, tapping his wand on the projector and it turned on, much to Soisen's bewilderment.

Wasn't technology not supposed to be functional in the presence of magic?

Wait.

The night bus, the Ministry of Magic phone booths, Mr. Weasley's car, the school gramophone during future dance practice?

Could it really be that it's not that it doesn't work, but that they haven't studied how it would work?

In other words, the claim that technology and magic were not compatible was false! It's just that because of their feeling of superiority or lack of convenience, there don't seem to be wizards or witches trying to improve in that field except for some accidental results.

Wouldn't that mean that his huge investment for the appearance of den den mushi was a waste due to a misunderstanding?

He had to check this matter later for himself, it seems that the "facts" of the magic world are not as firm and unquestionable as he thought from the beginning.

-Werewolves? -he heard Ron ask, snapping him out of his musings.

-But, Professor, we were just starting with the Red Hats," commented the very shrewd Hermione inevitably, which Ron looked at in surprise not knowing when she got there, "The night beasts come later.

-Silence -Snape paid no attention to the small protest and went on with his idea of teaching about werewolves- Who knows the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?

Hermione raised her hand, eager to answer.

-Mr. Galegold? -Snape didn't even turn around and pointed precisely to where Soisen was sitting, who didn't even raise his arm.

-An animagus is a wizard who chooses to become an animal, whereas a werewolf does not. He transforms with the full moon and his consciousness fades, he could kill his best friend and only responds to the call of his own. Also, in that state, he can infect others with the same condition and would feel no remorse for them.

Malfoy tried to joke by howling, but curiously, no sound came out of his throat as Soisen pointed his hand under the desk at him.

-A proper explanation," Snape ignored Malfoy's panicked face, who was trying to speak despite his sudden suspicious muteness, "But seeing as the others have no idea," he paused, glancing at Hermione, "I want from the others two parchments by Monday about werewolves, with emphasis on how to recognize them.

-We're playing Quidditch tomorrow! -Potter protested, as if that was a reasonable and logical excuse for ignoring the assigned homework.

Naturally, Snape dismissed him with obvious contempt for his lack of brains.

-The term Lycanthropy has its origins in..." Snape continued the lesson.

Meanwhile, Soisen suddenly remembered that indeed, tomorrow was when the Dementors would attack the Quidditch pitch during Gryffindor's clash against Hufflepuff.

Should he go and cheer Cedric on, or just protect his own House?