Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 276 Writing a Book for Snape
Snape's abnormal behavior continued until the next day, and there was still no sign of calming down.

And as more and more people knew about it, this matter even replaced the upcoming Quidditch selection and became the focus of everyone's discussion.

People are speculating on why this is the case.

"This is deduction addiction syndrome!"

A Ravenclaw second-year witch swears: "My uncle works at St. Mungo's, and he told me there was an old professor who healed there like that.

He can feel satisfied and happy in the process of deducting points. Even in St. Mungo's, he still continues this habit, and he also gives points to everyone he meets.

When others meet, they greet each other first, and when they meet, points are deducted first. "

Seeing what he said with a nose and eyes, many people leaned over and listened with great interest. They looked more serious than Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

As there were more people around, the little wizard spoke more vigorously.

"My uncle also said that he only took care of the old professor for two days, and he was deducted [-] points, which is more than the sum of the points deducted in the seven years at Hogwarts."

"Oh! Three hundred points!" Suddenly there was a burst of exclamation from around.

"Is that old professor also from Hogwarts?" Someone asked.

"Of course, the serious Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... has lived in St. Mungo's for six years."

"I lived in St. Mungo's for six years just because I like deducting points..." A little witch covered her mouth in surprise, "So, Professor Snape also..."

"exactly."

The little wizard of Ravenclaw said in a deep voice: "It is a sign that he deducted points from Slytherin, because it means that the other three houses can no longer satisfy him.

Poor Professor Snape, according to this situation, he will probably leave Hogwarts in four years at most. "

"But I'm going to work as a therapist at St. Mungo's when I graduate...I think I'll just be able to take care of him then."

When he said this, his eyes were extremely determined, as if taking care of Snape was his inescapable responsibility.

This also attracted the admiration and affirmation of the people around him, and at the same time, his sense of mission in his heart was also greatly satisfied.

It's just that his happiness only lasted until the end of breakfast.

Because their first class was Potions.

And Snape didn't know where he knew what he said before. In just one morning, he deducted fifty points from Ravenclaw.

This was not the worst, Snape also found a reason to put him in confinement for three days, and asked him to process the potion ingredients in the vat with the third-year students.

The poor little Ravenclaw wizard just glanced into the bucket, the color on his face turned pale in an instant, and his stomach was churning.

When get out of class was over at noon, he seemed to be a different person, with dull eyes and pale face, staggered out of the Potions classroom and knocked down a pair of armor in the corridor.

It is worth mentioning that it was Slytherin who took the Potions class with Ravenclaw, but this time they not only did not deduct a point, but also added a lot.

Well, it's a familiar smell... Snape seemed to return to his previous self overnight.

Coupled with Ravenclaw's "lessons learned from the past", when it was time to eat at noon, there were significantly fewer people discussing this matter in the auditorium.

……

This made Kyle somewhat disappointed, after all, the guesses of the little wizards were quite interesting.

In addition to "deduction addiction", there are also people who say that he was hit by Tebo Warthog, drank fake potions, and drank real potions...

In short, there are all kinds of things, and you can say anything.

From yesterday afternoon to now, he shuttled between each dining table painstakingly, writing down everything related to Snape.

Originally, he planned to go to Lockhart after writing ten parchments, and ask him to help publish the book.

I have already thought of the title of the book, and it is called "To All Potions Professors, Hogwarts Survival Guide"

And he also planned to pay a sum of money to get Lockhart to work overtime and finish it before Christmas, and then give this book as a gift to Snape.

I believe he will be very happy.

It's a pity, the little wizards are cowardly...

He only filled three sheets of parchment, which was clearly not enough material to publish a book.

"What's the class in the afternoon?" Kyle sighed regretfully and asked casually.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts." Kanna glanced at the class schedule and said, "But you still need to take divination and Muggle studies."

"I won't go to those two courses." Kyle shook his head and said.

Professor Clawney's divination class has nothing to say, it is purely a test of imagination.

Muggle studies are similar. He has flipped through the textbook twice, and it contains the most basic things. Even Mikel can easily get an "O".

Those little Muggle-born wizards who want to look good on their transcripts should definitely take this course.

After eating, the two left the auditorium and walked towards the common room.

On the way they also met a thin, gray-haired boy.

He was standing at the door of the auditorium with a camera in his hand, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Is it him?" Kyle walked over quickly and asked in a low voice, "The one who asked Potter for an autographed photo yesterday."

Connor nodded calmly.

"Harry Potter issuing signed photos" is another hot topic, and the instigator is the little boy just now.

At noon yesterday, he asked Harry for an autographed photo in front of half of the auditorium, plus Malfoy's booing and Lockhart's disruption, almost made Harry feel depressed.

As soon as he went out during this period, people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal asked him for autographed photos.

It's almost depressing for the kids.

But think about it, there is such a fanatical admirer following him every day, no one can bear it.

Oh, except Lockhart... he'd probably be happy.

...But it was only him.

Thinking of this, Kyle subconsciously quickened his pace.

When they got back to the common room, a group of fourth year Hufflepuffs happened to be walking by from the other side.

Cedric walked in the front. He looked a bit embarrassed, his body was covered with mud, and his robe was torn.

Others are about the same.

"What's wrong with you?" Kyle asked, "Who did you fight with?"

"I'd rather fight him." Cedric tidied up his robe indiscriminately, and then said angrily:

"We were having a good herb class, but Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly came over just after the get out of class was over."

"What is he doing in the greenhouse?" Connor asked curiously.

"Teach Professor Sprout how to prune excess shoots from poisonous tentacles!"

Cedric looked annoyed.

"But when he first entered the greenhouse, he knocked over the table and overturned a dozen pots of bouncing bulbs."

"Then he ran away!" Someone said angrily, "Damn it, he ran away!"

"That's it." Cedric shrugged. "Professor Sprout and we have been busy until now to catch those jumping bulbs that are flying around."

"Thank you." Kyle gave them a sympathetic look.

Many plants in the greenhouse are very fragile and are very sensitive to the external environment, so under normal circumstances, magic is not allowed there.

Cedric and the others probably took a lot of effort to catch all those jumping bulbs... This can also be seen from their distressed appearance.

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