Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

The incident of the second attack quickly spread among the young wizards. When many Muggle-born young wizards were terrified, Lockhart stood up and patted his chest and promised that he would catch the heir.

He still had a familiar smile on his face, his bright white teeth sparkled, and his confident demeanor made many little witches admire him even more.

After watching a routine Defense Against the Dark Arts class performance, Draco's pale, pointed face stretched. Lockhart had managed to climb onto his personal list of most hated people.

"I want my father to expel him!" Draco gritted his teeth. "Arrogant, pushy, and big talker... He always looks like a peacock spreading its wings anytime and anywhere!"

"I think the next attack may not be far away." Theodore said, "He will have nothing to say by then."

"You underestimate him too much." Brian said casually, holding a stack of books, "He will probably only do more outrageous things."

"When can the school find a more reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Theodore sighed, "I have been studying this class on my own for almost the past two years."

"Maybe we can look forward to next year's professor." Brian reviewed the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in the original book over the past few years, and suddenly felt that he couldn't be too harsh on Lockhart. At least he didn't have the Dark Lord with him, not a Death Eater in disguise, not a pink toad...

In the afternoon potions class, Harry threw a string of hard-drawn fireworks into Goyle's cauldron. The swelling potion brewed by Goyle exploded in all directions, and many people suffered.

Goyle was splashed in the face with the potion, and his head swelled several times as if inflated; Crabbe cried and howled because the potion splashed into his eyes. Almost half of the class was affected.

Relying on his newly upgraded reflexes, Brian used an unsuccessful Iron Armor spell in time to successfully block the potions. Draco, who was in his group, was also protected.

He invested his two newly acquired witness points into his reflexes, upgrading them to expert level. Brian considered starting to use witness points to improve his Charms level. This subject had indeed become his shortcoming.

Snape's face was as gloomy as if it was about to drip, and he roared: "Quiet! Students who are splashed by potion, come to me to get anti-swelling medicine. Don't let me know who did it..." His tone was sinister in his last words.

Brian glanced towards the trio in the chaotic crowd and saw Hermione's disheveled hair disappearing out the door, while Harry and Ron were holding back laughter.

They caught Brian's gaze and Ron raised his eyebrows at him.

Harry turned away with some guilt and whispered: "It's bad, he must have noticed that Hermione was missing... maybe he saw me throwing fireworks."

"So what, we just have to fight to the death and deny it." Ron looked at Crabbe's eyes that were swollen like small watermelons and laughed until his stomach hurt.

Brian packed up his cauldron and poured the successfully brewed potion into the bottle.

Everyone was queuing up to get the potion, and out of the corner of his eye, Brian spotted Hermione sneaking back with a bulge in the front of her clothes.

Draco glanced at Goyle's cauldron and found a twisted remains of fireworks inside. He shouted loudly: "Someone is playing a prank!" He looked towards Potter with evil intentions, but couldn't find it. evidence.

"Compared to this, you should be surprised that Gower actually succeeded in brewing the swelling potion." Blaise had just drank the antidote, which restored his swollen ears that were bigger than his head, and said in a surprised tone: "This is simply The sun is rising in the west."

After Snape gave a dark warning to someone who threw fireworks, the bell rang and the young wizards swarmed out of the classroom.

That night, Brian knocked on Snape's office door as usual.

Snape was checking his materials cabinet with a gloomy face, and whispered: "Fire dragon scales, bicorn horns, African tree snake skin, wolfsbane aconite... what are you going to configure?"

"Professor Snape?" Brian asked in a low voice.

"My materials cabinet was stolen..." Snape said softly in a deep voice, "It seems that what happened during the day was planned in advance."

"You mean, which classmate stole your medicine?" Brian looked at the stolen medicine cabinet and was convinced that Hermione had taken many more medicines in order to confuse the situation.

"This is an obvious thing." Snape's mouth twitched slightly, making an expression that seemed to be a sneer.

"Brian, what do you think about the secret room?" he asked suddenly.

"The secret room, I don't have any opinion." Brian smiled quietly, "I think if there is really an heir, he must uphold some kind of belief."

"I don't know whether it is good or bad, and what standpoint it stands on, so I won't judge." Brian said.

Snape nodded and said, "I will prepare the age-enhancing agent today."

"Okay, Professor."

After the teaching time was over, Brian helped mark the homework of some younger students, and after politely expressing his gratitude, he said goodbye to Snape.

Snape sat quietly behind his desk, his eyes still empty and cold, recalling in his mind Dumbledore's instructions to him last school year.

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After the Philosopher's Stone incident, Brian ended his conversation with Dumbledore and left the principal's office.

"It seems that his relationship with Quirrell is not that simple." Snape walked out from behind the partition behind the desk, his face calm and gloomy.

"Yes, yes, I even think he was there under the trap door that night." Dumbledore blinked, "although he was careful not to leave any traces."

"Then what do you think? He may be following the Dark Lord." Snape stared at him and said slowly.

"Ah, so what? He didn't do anything bad." Dumbledore said softly, "Quirrell is dead, Voldemort has escaped, several children are safe, and the Philosopher's Stone is safe and sound in Harry's In his pocket. Although Harry said he didn't find it in the Mirror of Erised."

"You know, he can't follow Voldemort. He has his own pursuits. How can a person who is independent enough and self-reliant be willing to be inferior to others?"

"Actually, sometimes I can't see clearly what this child's intentions are." Dumbledore sighed, "That's right, who can really see through other people's hearts?"

"Perhaps, the future belongs to young people, and there is no room for old guys like me to comment."

"So what are your plans?" Snape said sullenly, "He might cause a big mess."

"No, he has ambitions and his own plans. There is nothing wrong with that, Severis."

"This kid actually has a good heart," Dumbledore said with a smile, "and is surprisingly open-minded. He has no prejudice against wizards from Muggle families. He can even become good friends with Miss Granger. This is rare."

"Of course, it may also be easy to go to extremes. This is also a common problem among geniuses."

"Whether it's Merlin, Grindelwald, or Voldemort, if you want to brag, maybe you can add me, it's all like this. But it's undeniable that the wizarding world often relies on these people to drive the trend. , leading the way, for better or for worse.”

"This child is the same. Maybe when he grows up, he can inject new vitality into this stagnant magical world and open up a new situation."

"If such a person does evil, he may become a Dark Lord, but if he does good, he can also become the leader of the era."

"So, we need to guide him well, Severus." Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkled, "You have a good relationship with his father, and you get along well with the child. It can be seen that, He’s an emotional kid.”

"All we have to do is guide him and don't let him tear his soul apart."

"This may require you to give him some care. He should like you quite a bit, Severus."

"Actually, I can't tell if he has ever liked anyone." Snape said in a slightly mocking tone, "Do you think he can be your successor?"

"Who knows? I'm old, Severus, and maybe I just want the wizarding world to be at peace for a few more years."

Snape was silent for a moment and said softly in his smooth tone: "Do you really think he is that outstanding? Although his talents are good, they are not outstanding."

"Ah, I always have different intuitions about the same kind of people." Dumbledore said with a wink.

"I don't think it's my responsibility to help you train a successor." Snape said sarcastically.

"Please, Severus." Dumbledore stared at him deeply and said, "He is on guard against me, and you have closer access to his heart than I do."

Snape turned his head indifferently, not knowing what he was thinking.

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