Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

In the following classes, Moody no longer demonstrated the Unforgivable Curse, but explained some characteristics of these three magics to the students.

To a certain extent, this kind of explanation was as detailed as any Durmstrang education ever had in Bitwell…

After all, these three magics are so harmful that even in Durmstrang, they will not be taught to students without scruples.

Moreover, the research on the Unforgivable Curse is of little significance. No matter how much time is spent, these three spells will remain the same, neither will they produce changes, nor will they bring improvements in students’ strength and knowledge.

The students breathed a sigh of relief.

It was really cool to be exposed to forbidden black magic, but the thought of the terrifying appearance of the three spiders made them tremble with fear.

It also made them fortunate for the first time that the follow-up was theoretical study.

As soon as the bell rang, the students immediately took their textbooks and left the classroom one after another, leaving only two professors, Tver and Moody.

“How’s it going? Professor Foley sat in on my class. Do you have any suggestions?”

Moody came to Tver with pride in his eyes and looked at him condescendingly. The magic eye rarely settled down, giving his face a sense of harmony for the first time.

Tver sighed, stood up, and replaced him condescendingly.

“I don’t want to pretend that I know nothing about dark magic, but Professor Moody, I hope that students can be fully mentally prepared before being exposed to the Unforgivable Curse.”

“That’s why I’ve always been very careful in arranging content involving black magic in my classes.”

“Oh? Professor Welfare from Durmstrang said that, but I always find it unconvincing?” Moody sneered.

Tsk, Tver showed an intriguing smile. It seems that little Barty is quite involved in playing the role now.

“Professor Moody and I are different. After all, you have actually used the Unforgivable Curse on Death Eaters.”

Before Moody could speak again, Tver shook his head and walked out of the classroom.

“Neville?”

He looked in surprise at Neville, who was standing at the door with his head lowered and lingering, as if he was waiting for him here after class.

“Professor,” Neville said in a nagging tone, “can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” Tver patted him on the shoulder, “Let’s go to my office and talk.”

The classroom and his office are both on the third floor, separated only by the stairs in the middle.

Neville nodded obediently and let Tweel hold him in silence.

In other words, he quite likes such a warm hug.

However, when returning to the office, Tver met another guest.

“Draco? You don’t have any classes in the afternoon?”

Draco was carrying his schoolbag and was shaking his head in boredom at the sunshine outside the corridor, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hearing the sound, he turned around in surprise.

Uh-huh, Neville Longbottom.

He glanced at Neville, who had a calm expression. After the time they spent reviewing test papers together last year, he had nothing to be dissatisfied with.

Of course, he always kept in mind the fact that his test papers were given away!

“I just finished my transfiguration class, and I wanted to come over and learn magic from you.”

Twil asked Neville for his opinion.

“Do you mind if Draco is around?”

Neville looked up at Draco. Before, he would have been unwilling to be in a room with someone like Draco, even with the professor present.

But just as Draco changed his mind about Neville, Neville also realized that Draco was just a child who liked stinky farts and was taught bad things by his family.

So he still nodded silently.

Sensing something was wrong in the atmosphere, Draco obediently followed the two of them into the office without saying anything to offend the scenery.

“I heard from other professors at noon that you had another conflict with Harry and the others in Monday’s Care of Magical Creatures class?”

Tver asked curiously as he poured pumpkin juice for them.

Draco suddenly… scratched his head in annoyance.

This is the professor’s office, how could he lose his temper randomly here!

“I just wanted to ask those… uh, what?”

“Blast-tailed skrewts,” Neville reminded softly.

“Oh, thank you. I still don’t understand the purpose of those stinky snails. Are they just destroying our robes with explosions?”

Blast-tailed snail?

Tver searched his memory.

Hagrid seemed to have mentioned the name of this creature to him during the summer vacation, but he was so busy at the time that he even forgot to reply politely.

Listening to Draco’s nagging complaints, he gradually realized what kind of creature it was.

Something created by Hagrid’s hybrid

kind.

To be honest, privately cultivating new magical creatures is much more harmful than the Hippogriff harming students last year…

But Neville had no interest in this at all. After reminding Draco once, he sipped the pumpkin juice without saying a word.

It seems that it failed to ease the atmosphere.

Tweel said helplessly to Draco: “Belittling others will not make you appear nobler, Draco.”

“But again,” he turned his attention to Neville, “silence doesn’t solve most problems.”

“Neville, what’s bothering you?”

After hearing this, Neville slowly raised his head and looked at Tver solemnly, which was completely different from the previous shrinking.

“Professor, can you teach me the Cruciatus Curse?”

“puff–”

Without paying attention, Draco was frightened by Neville’s words and spit out the pumpkin juice in his mouth.

Fortunately, it was blocked by Tver’s quick iron armor spell, and it only splashed back to Draco himself.

“How could you have such an idea?” Tver ignored him and looked at Neville in surprise.

Neville took a deep breath.

“It’s because my parents were… deeply hurt by this magic. I want to learn this magic and study its various principles.”

“I want to…” He paused for a while, lowered his head, his voice was hoarse, “Cure my parents.”

Malfoy didn’t bother to clean up the pumpkin juice from his body, but looked at Neville with a mixture of surprise, pity, and so on.

He stretched out his hand several times, as if he wanted to comfort Neville, who could barely be called his companion, but he suddenly realized that he had never even done a similar action, and he didn’t even know how to comfort someone…

Tver looked at the two people who were in sorrow speechlessly. Neville just let it go. Why would Draco join in the fun at this time? !

Is sadness still contagious? !

But he was also pleased with Draco’s actions.

Being able to think about others is already the first step for Draco to break away from the bad influence brought to him by his family.

“If you want to learn, I can use theoretical research, but this process will be very boring, and it will also have certain risks. I hope you will not be eager for quick success and be patient.”

“As for your parents, I think even if there is no way to cure it, they will be proud of you.”

“Um!”

Neville nodded firmly.