I was expelled from Hogwarts?

As the saying goes, the end of the universe is the system.

This theorem also applies in the magical world.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic and the teachers of Hogwarts are both sought after and loved by wizards... Even the Dark Lord is not immune.

When Tom was young, he wanted to be a teacher at Hogwarts, and then become a professor of defense against the dark arts.

It's a pity that the sky didn't come true. He fell down in the interview twice in a row and was rejected by the two principals. The young Dark Lord became furious and made a great wish:

Unfortunately for any Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, and certainly not for more than a year.

Although Voldemort has never officially responded to this rumor in public, in the past few decades, the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts...changed teachers like a horse, and changed coaches more frequently than the national football team.

Defense Against the Dark Arts has proved with its glorious record that this position is indeed not an ordinary evil door.

Therefore, not to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is a law of cause and effect in this world... It cannot, and cannot be surpassed!

So, when he heard that Sirius had become the new professor, Rove had only one thought:

How many lives do you have, such a waste!

You just came out of Azkaban advanced training class, you just want to send yourself away, right?

But Sirius is very stubborn, he doesn't believe in evil, he explained:

"I know there may be curses in this position, but not all the professors died, and many left Hogwarts alive."

There are indeed teachers who left alive, just like Lockhart in the original time and space. He didn't die, but his memory disappeared, and he was admitted to the permanent area of ​​St. Mungo's Magical Hospital.

There is also Umbridge, who was first humiliated by the centaurs, and finally entered Azkaban after the war ended.

It's not a good end!

"Don't try to persuade me. I know what I'm doing. If there is a curse from Voldemort, I want to see it too."

Sirius laughed heartily, fully displaying the boldness and recklessness that existed in his youth in his bones.

"Besides, there must be a wizard to teach this position, and Dumbledore can't find a suitable candidate. It's either me or Remus.

Instead of putting him in danger, let me give it a try. "

Compared to his good friend Lupine, Sirius felt that his life was not worthy of regret, otherwise he would not have stayed in Azkaban for more than ten years.

"Also, I heard Harry said that Snape also teaches at Hogwarts, and has applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor many times." The corners of Sirius' lips raised, and he said with a smirk:

"Snape's long-cherished lesson was snatched from me. It will be very interesting when he finds out."

Sirius gave a mischievous smile.

Rove sighed softly.

I would rather face the curse by myself than let Snape get what I want... I am afraid there will never be such "good brothers" like Sirius and Snape.

Wait... After the two of them meet, they won't fight, right? !

Hermione folded her arms, and she frowned sharply and asked:

"Sirius, do you hate Professor Snape?"

"It's not so much a nuisance as a mortal enemy." Sirius said in disgust:

"We hated each other from our first day on the train.

Snape was a greasy, smooth, glib little boy who knew more spells than half the students in the seventh year when he first entered school. "

"Snape was also very fascinated by the dark arts. He was absorbed by a Slytherin gang, and the members of that gang..."

"Almost all turned into Death Eaters later on!"

"You mean...Professor Snape is a Death Eater?" Neville asked with a look of horror.

"Neville, Professor Snape is not a Death Eater." Rove said softly, "You have to remember, he may not be a good person, but he is definitely one of us...a person we can trust."

Sirius looked at Rove, he didn't know why the boy trusted Snape so much, just like he didn't understand why Dumbledore trusted Snape.

Rove blinked those eyes shining like blue crystals, and said softly:

"Sirius, I know that hatred and prejudice can never be eradicated, but it's better not to judge a person easily with fixed thoughts."

"I understand." Sirius calmed down, put his arm on the boy's shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Rove, I'm willing to believe what you say. After all, you saved me... In short, I will not easily conflict with Snape."

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the aisle. A woman with a smile and dimples knocked on the door of the cubicle and asked:

"Honey, would you like some groceries?"

"Mrs. Suthern, do you still remember me?" Sirius waved.

"Sirius? I saw in the newspaper that you were released from prison." Mrs. Suthern smiled.

"Yes, ma'am, you are still the same as before."

Sirius picked up a chocolate frog, and after swallowing, he laughed:

"It's still the same taste. I've missed it for eleven years. I used to hate eating this thing the most. When I was in Azkaban, I don't know why, but I always miss it all of a sudden."

"Eat more if you like it." Mrs. Suthern smiled kindly, "You don't need to pay this time, I invite you to eat."

"Thank you, ma'am." Sirius smiled.

After the witch selling snacks left, Sirius stayed in the carriage for a while before getting up to leave.

He wanted to check the train for signs of Peter before going to his godson Harry.

Rove and the others also ate snacks while playing wizard chess.

Crookshanks was hopping around in the carriage, seemingly interested in Neville's toad, Rifle.

After being cured for ADHD, Raife liked to sleep on Neville's head, and he looked like he didn't care about Crookshanks.

Unknowingly, the sky began to rain heavily, and the window panes showed a thick and sticky gray, which gradually deepened.

The sky was also getting darker, and the lights in the corridors and luggage racks were turned on.

At this moment, the train began to slow down, the sound of the wheels became quieter, and the sound of wind and rain outside the window became louder.

Neville looked out the dark window and asked, "Have you arrived?"

"No, at least an hour away." Hermione glanced at her watch and asked strangely, "Why is the train stopped now?"

"It's a dementor." Rove stood up and explained, "They're here to check if there's Peter here."

"The dementors are going to get on the train?" Neville gasped when he heard that, he looked terrified.

Wizards in the wizarding world, apart from the Dark Lord, are most afraid of Azkaban and Dementors.

The train suddenly jolted and stopped, all the lights went out instantly, and the inside of the carriage was plunged into complete darkness.

Rove snapped his fingers, and flames lit up all around, illuminating the carriage. He opened the door of the carriage, and several dementors appeared in the aisle in the distance.

They wear black hooded cloaks, and their bodies are gray. They look like carrion corpses, and when they inhale, they make gurgling sounds in their throats.

Rove looked at the group of dementors, and suddenly there was a "ding" in his brain.

[Detected wild dementors, trigger side mission 1:]

Capture a Dementor, bonus magic:

【Memory Siphon】

[Through breathing, you can absorb beautiful and happy memories from animals, making them feel depressed and hopeless]

[Submission 2]

100% tame the dementor, bonus magic:

【Kiss of Death】

[By kissing, you can absorb the soul of animals]

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