Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

This should be very gratifying news, but the only one who can still stand here safe and sound is Tver himself…

After being hit for the second time, Harry collapsed to the ground. He didn’t even have the strength to raise his head, and could only breathe heavily;

Hermione had to stand up with strength, otherwise she would have been tied up by Tweel before she even finished reciting the disarming spell, endured the last struggle, and fainted before hearing the news that they had won;

Draco was the worst, because he was in the best condition just now, and Tweel paid special attention to him.

Now the whole person is buried in dust, and some grass is stained on the pale face, but there is no strength to blow it away. The air is coming in and out, as if it is ready to belch at any time…

Of course, Tver couldn’t really be so heavy-handed. After all, this is just a slightly strengthened obstacle spell. It can’t kill people… right?

He glanced at the Elder Wand in his hand, and then stepped forward to check Draco’s condition with some uneasiness.

After checking for a while, it was confirmed that he was just a little short of breath due to the excessive impact, which was similar to a stuffy nose and some difficulty in breathing.

Coupled with his exhausted body, he had to lie on the ground and close his eyes to regain his strength.

To some extent, his condition was better than Harry who had suffered both mental and physical blows.

Therefore, Tver helped them one by one, as well as the three Nevilles who were still sleeping soundly after being hit by the coma spell, arranged their clothes and moved to the transformed temporary hospital bed.

Draco became the first one to hold himself up.

“victory!”

He raised his fists high. Not only did he break away from the state of concentrating with his eyes closed, but his face was also filled with the joy and excitement of winning the game.

He was panting and looked at the professor in disbelief, but Tver did not tease him again this time, but pointed to the high platform with a smile.

That trophy has always been there, waiting for its final ownership.

Draco’s smile finally covered every inch of skin on his face, and inner joy burst out from every pore.

He finally won the final championship!

Although he shared it with Potter and the others, before closing his eyes (?), he clearly remembered that it was his magic that made the professor admit their victory!

Draco’s cheers also woke up the others, and as he and Neville described it, they gradually understood what had just happened.

But compared to the excited Draco, Harry was still a little depressed.

“You performed very well just now.” Tver put a piece of chocolate into his hand and sat side by side with him on the temporarily modified hospital bed.

“But I…” Harry turned over the chocolate in his hand in confusion, “It seems that I really can’t defeat Voldemort.”

“Ha.” Tver laughed happily.

“So you are struggling with this. Let me tell you, you shouldn’t be so trembling that you dare not resist because of fear of Voldemort.”

Facing the professor’s laughter, Harry pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

“Although I am indeed afraid of Voldemort, when I think that my parents, many people in the Order of the Phoenix, and even Peter Pettigrew were killed by Voldemort, how could I lose the courage to fight against him?!”

“It’s just…” His mood dropped again, “I’m just worried… worried that I won’t be able to defeat Voldemort and avenge everyone…”

“Tell you a secret quietly…” Tver whispered mysteriously, making Harry confused and looking at him expectantly.

“As long as you have this courage, that coward Voldemort will never be able to defeat you.”

“?”

Harry’s eyes widened in confusion.

What kind of secret is this? No, can you defeat Voldemort with courage alone? !

Tver did not answer, but raised his eyebrows at him meaningfully.

“And if your parents know your thoughts, they will be more gratified than any improvement in your strength.”

After saying that, he left Harry to think about the problem alone and distributed chocolates to others.

But what I didn’t expect was that Tver only temporarily focused on Harry. After the others gradually recovered, the original harmonious scene suddenly disappeared.

The center of the dispute is naturally the ownership of the trophy.

“Professor, there are only three people who declared victory. Weasley, you have no place to speak here!”

Draco raised his chin proudly and dangled the trophy in front of Ron’s eyes in a very shameless manner.

“Among the three people, Hermione and Harry are two, so we should have this trophy!”

Ron tried to reach out to grab it, but Dracoling shrank back and avoided his hand.

“Oh, if it weren’t for my last magic, Professor

How is it possible to acknowledge our success? ”

“That was also the opportunity that Harry and Hermione fought for for you. Otherwise, do you think your fluffy magic can be recognized by the professor?” Ron immediately retorted loudly. This was something Draco let slip when he was showing off!

Draco’s momentum faltered, and he was immediately annoyed that he didn’t learn from Weasley’s ability to brag and take all the credit on himself.

Tver was helpless on the sidelines.

These people are all sixth grade students. Even if they are not yet underage, they are almost there. Why are they still so childish!

“How about I just make two more trophies? Anyway…”

“No!”*2

Draco and Ron shouted back in unison.

On the surface it was just a trophy, but for Draco, it was proof that he had surpassed Harry in the game for the first time.

What Ron said is not wrong. The opportunities created by Harry and Hermione are the key to their success. In terms of overall contribution, the trio of Harrys are more convincing in winning the trophy.

Just seeing that it was the professor who was speaking, the two of them were immediately embarrassed.

“Well……”

“This is just a trophy. What you get in the game is more important than victory, don’t you think?” Tver looked at Draco with deep meaning.

Draco opened his mouth, but memories of all these years of fighting openly and secretly with Harry came to mind.

He glanced down at the exquisite trophy in his hand, and then looked up at Harry, who was dazed in the distance, and Hermione, who was still lying on the hospital bed.

He thought he would be very happy, and he was indeed very happy at first, but now, he feels abnormally boring.

What has he been fighting for all these years, and now, has he got it?

When this victory came, he felt that the victory and the trophy were insignificant compared to this unforgettable experience…

After hesitating for a while, Draco held the trophy, strode towards Harry who was still thinking, and stuffed it into his arms with a confused expression on his face.

“Just think of it as repaying your favor for saving me in the Black Lake!”

After speaking quickly, as if he was afraid that he would regret it, Draco followed the professor’s pace even faster.

“Professor, wasn’t I handsome just now? Am I much more powerful than Potter?” He said loudly, taking credit, for fear that Harry and the others wouldn’t hear the same thing.

“Jiejiejiejiejie…”

“Don’t laugh like that!”

“Woo…”

Fumbling with the delicate patterns on the trophy, Harry couldn’t help but laugh as he watched the figure gradually disappear.

He seemed to understand somewhat what the professor said…