Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

There is no trace of the Boggart for a while, but discussions about Snape’s women’s clothing, like Peeves in the castle, can always appear in any corner.

This also made Snape’s firepower even more ferocious.

Just as a professor, Lupine could still withstand Snape’s death gaze.

But the other “murderer” – Neville, had a hard time.

The weekend after two weeks of school.

“Professor, Snape will definitely add poison to my food at some point, or the kind without an antidote…”

Neville said in panic, his face was pale and there were tears in his eyes. He blinked a few times to keep them from falling.

During dinner, Snape’s eyes had been fixed on Neville.

When he turned back, Snape looked at him without even blinking, with a dark smile on his lips.

This was not the first time, Snape had treated him like this all this time.

He couldn’t even sleep well!

For the first time, Neville felt that there were direct punishments and more torturous treatment in this world!

The little confidence he had finally gained from improving his talent was completely destroyed.

“…”

Tweel also looked at Neville helplessly. At this time, even he did not dare to touch Snape’s bad luck.

“Don’t worry, Professor Snape doesn’t dare to do anything to you. The most he can do is test you with medicine, give you 100 million extra homework points, etc. He doesn’t dare to actually poison you.”

As a result, the more he talked, the paler his face became and the lower his head dropped.

“Well, if you are really scared, just stand up to Professor Snape and ask him loudly why he treats you like this.”

Neville’s eyes lit up and he raised his head suddenly.

“Does this make Snape let me go?!”

“Absolutely,” Tver nodded firmly, “This will allow him to punish you directly, and he won’t be so targeted at you in the future.”

“…I’ll try my best.” Neville sighed inexplicably.

Both because of the professor and because of Snape…

“Let’s go and post the list together.”

“List?” Neville asked confused.

He is here for private lessons!

“The list of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Club.” Tver stood up and reminded, then walked around the desk with a roll of drafted lists.

“Maybe I can meet Professor Snape and let me tell him about you in person.”

Neville was startled and found that the professor had already walked out of the door, so he quickly followed.

“Professor, do you want to help me?”

Tver said nothing, but smiled and shrugged.

After two years of private lessons, Neville also knew that the professor didn’t want to explain.

But that doesn’t mean what I said before is false!

He finally had a smile on his face and was in a happy mood. He believed that he could feel a little more relaxed when facing Dementors.

“Professor, have I been included in the club’s list?”

“No, in other words, I didn’t consider the entire lower grade students. The students on this list are at least fifth grade.”

“Your level is still not up to par.”

The club is basically a preparation for outstanding students in fifth grade and above. They are approaching graduation and have almost mastered most of the textbook content.

Of course, this can only be said to have laid a solid foundation for the club’s courses.

So let alone students below fifth grade, they may not even understand some advanced vocabulary.

Tver initially thought about recruiting some particularly outstanding junior students, but he gave up considering that they had not yet laid a good foundation and would be more likely to fail when exposed to advanced content.

Neville was suddenly disappointed.

But since it’s for seniors, wouldn’t it be enough for him to be promoted in a few years?

What’s more, the professor has no intention of stopping private lessons. Speaking of which, he is treated better than the students in the club!

Thinking of this, the loss was instantly wiped away.

“Wait for me here. If Professor Snape shows up, ask him to wait for me to come back. If not, I will take you to his office.”

After saying that, Tver left Neville at the door of the auditorium and walked towards the foyer.

Neville was a little uneasy. He wanted to follow the professor and post the list, but he just opened his mouth without saying anything.

You can’t let the professor feel that he can’t even do this little thing, right?

Come on, Neville, you can do it!

He encouraged himself mentally.

“Neville?”

The sudden sound made him tremble all over, and his face turned pale again after finally recovering.

“Sorry, it is my fault!”

“What are you talking about? What’s your fault?” Hermione asked confused.

Neville took a closer look and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was Harry and the three of them.

“No…nothing.”

“Then what are you doing here? Aren’t you going to take private lessons with Professor Welfare?” Ron said with some envy.

“The professor has gone to post the club list. He asked me to wait for him here.” Neville pointed in the direction of the foyer.

But the three Harrys were more concerned about the list.

“Are we on the list?” Harry asked eagerly.

Hermione and Ron also looked at Neville expectantly.

All three of them signed up, and they signed up in person with the professor as soon as possible.

Neville didn’t hold back and directly told the professor about limiting the candidates to senior students.

Harry and the three of them frowned in disappointment.

However, this disappointment was quickly covered up by a cold voice.

“What are you four doing here? Are you discussing what bad things you want to do?”

Snape didn’t know when he came behind them. His indifferent face was slightly raised, and he only looked at them with his lower eyes.

Neville was really scared now. He shrank his neck and didn’t dare to speak.

But Harry stood up.

“No! We were just discussing the Defense Against the Dark Arts Club!”

“Huh, just you? Unless Welfare is blind, it’s impossible to recruit you.”

Being poked into their minds, Harry and the four of them immediately lowered their heads in despair.

Snape sneered and took two steps forward, just in front of Neville.

“Especially you, Neville Longbottom. Your talent is probably so bad that you can’t even teach it. If I were you, I would just find a corner and don’t waste everyone’s time.”

“On the contrary, I think Neville is excellent, including you three, of course.”

Tweel put his hand on Neville’s shoulder and looked at Harry and the others with a smile.

“With all due respect, for Longbottom’s talent of being able to stab himself to death with a wand, giving him a wooden stick would be more useful than a wand.”

Snape apparently regarded Neville as a battlefield and launched an attack on Turville.

“You still have this ability,” Tver looked down at Neville in surprise, “You must teach me when you have time.”

Neville’s tears immediately turned into laughter, with snot bubbles popping out of his nose.

“I…I…I will try my best!”

“Indeed, to a certain extent, Longbottom only has to work hard, and it’s still the kind of talk.” Snape glanced at Tweel unwillingly, obviously mocking him for his sharp tongue.

This time Tver nodded seriously.

“I think being able to speak out is enough. After all, many people don’t even have the courage to speak up.”

“What people need is not necessarily extraordinary talent, but the courage to bear responsibility.”

“What do you think, Professor Snape?”

This time there was no mocking tone in his words, but he looked at Snape sincerely.

It was so sincere that Snape was stunned.

“snort!”

After a long while, he hummed softly, turned around and strode away.

But what he didn’t know was that from the moment he turned around, Tver’s sincerity turned into deep.

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