Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 42: The Longbottom Family Tradition Remains
Just as Hermione and others were worried about Damon, Damon was drinking tea slowly.

Beside him, Dumbledore shared a Fizz Bee with him, while Professor McGonagall and Snape were arguing.

However, the topic they were arguing about was not whether Damon should be expelled from school, but who would enforce Damon's confinement - everyone present was an adult, and with the addition of a little adult, no one wanted to play with those nonsense things anymore.

At first, Professor McGonagall was really furious.

But when she learned that Malfoy had been calling Damon a Mudblood, and had even said it when they first met on the train, and had repeated it frequently in the days that followed, and that Damon had therefore given up Sorting and gone to Slytherin - when Snape heard this, the expression on his face became even more uglier, while Professor McGonagall's expression eased a lot, and even a hint of relief flashed across his face?
When Damon talked about Malfoy threatening Neville and how he could no longer tolerate it, Professor McGonagall had already secretly forgiven Damon in her heart. Only Snape was still looking at them with a strange smile.

"No matter what, this kid is bound to be detained. As the head of Slytherin House, I should be responsible for this matter!"

"My opinion is the same as it was that day. Snape, Damon is a Gryffindor student. I have my own plans for his education, and I don't need anyone else to interfere."

"You have your own plans? With all due respect, you've almost spoiled him to death. He dared to beat up a student in front of us today. What else will he do in the future?
Your attitude will only encourage his arrogance. Look at the way those students look at him, with surprise and awe in their eyes. If this continues, what do you think will happen?
Or do you think that person has completely disappeared?"

"Snape!" Professor McGonagall's face turned serious again, "How can you compare Daemon with him! He only knows how to control others with power and fear, but Daemon - it's obvious that he knows what love is!"

"Say what you will, Professor, but the longer you keep this up, the more I can't help but think so."

Snape looked at Dumbledore again, his lips slightly turned down, then raised strangely, as if smiling, "With the dual protection of the Dean and the Headmaster, our dueling prince can do whatever he wants in Hogwarts from now on."

"That's enough, Snape."

Professor McGonagall felt quite troubled, but she secretly admitted that what Snape said made some sense - she had never defended a student like this before, and it was hard for her to deny that there were many selfish motives involved.

"I understand. Until the end of the semester, Damon will be put in solitary confinement in your office for two hours every Saturday night. Are you satisfied with this outcome?"

"I'm glad you've retained your sanity, Professor McGonagall."

Snape leaned forward slightly, his smile becoming a little more genuine.

Damon White had finally fallen into his hands! He would use the most severe methods to teach this kid a lesson about respecting teachers!

"Damon, do you have any opinion on this matter?"

Dumbledore looked at Damon, offering symbolic consultation.

"I have no objection," Damon looked at Snape with a smile on his face. "Professor Snape is an excellent master of potions. I think by following him, I can learn some good habits besides 'not liking to take a bath'."

This sharp-tongued kid is clearly praising him, so why does he look so uncomfortable listening to him?
Snape had a stern face, but he was chuckling in his heart - when this kid puts on dragon leather gloves and purifies a thousand pieces of giant slug mucus, I wonder if he can still be so arrogant?

Seeing that the dust had settled, Dumbledore was about to send everyone away to talk to Damon in private, but there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock." The knock on the door was short and powerful.

"Professor Dumbledore, Augusta Longbottom is here to visit. Please open the door."

The voice outside the door was very old, but there was a firm strength in the words. Even facing Dumbledore, the voice did not sound particularly polite.

Dumbledore's face showed surprise - why was she here?

The next moment, he felt a headache.

The reason why this old man suddenly visited at this time was clear - he came for his grandson Neville.

Professor McGonagall opened the door and welcomed the old man in.

She was wearing a long dress, holding a large red handbag, and a hat with a stuffed vulture on it on her head. She looked solemn and dignified.

"Hello."

She took off her hat and saluted the three professors, using men's etiquette.

Her eyes roamed the room, quickly settling on Damon, and her eyes lit up. "Hello, young man. I'm Neville's grandmother, Augusta Longbottom."

The old woman took off her hat again and leaned over to thank Damon - before she could complete the gesture, a pair of hands had already supported her.

"Hello, grandma, I'm Damon White. Since you are Neville's grandma, you are also my grandma."

Augusta raised her head and met the boy's deep blue eyes, and fell in love with him almost immediately.

"I really want to have a grandson like you."

She grabbed Damon's right hand, placed it in her palm, and patted it gently.

"I already know what happened to Neville."

"Professor Dumbledore, please tell me, what is your approach to this child?"

"One detention per week until the end of the term."

Augusta nodded after hearing this, and looked around the room. His eyes slowly passed over Snape and McGonagall, and finally returned to Dumbledore.

she says.

"There's something you may not know, it's not glorious, and I wouldn't normally tell anyone about it - my son and daughter-in-law were tortured crazy by the Death Eaters, and I raised Neville all by myself.

The pain of his parents seemed to be felt by this sensitive child all the time. In order to ensure that Neville could live a normal life, I had to cast the Memory Charm on him frequently, even if it would affect his memory."

Professor McGonagall covered her mouth, her eyes moved.

"I'm not saying this to win your sympathy, nor am I asking for any reward." Augusta looked at Dumbledore. "I just want to ask, Dumbledore, do you still remember their contribution? Even if it was so ridiculous and insignificant?"

"Of course I remember—I'll never forget it."

Dumbledore's expression grew serious.

Augusta nodded, pulled Damon to her side, and just looked at Dumbledore.

"This child has changed my grandson. The tradition of the Longbottom family has not disappeared in Neville's generation. This is of vital importance to the entire family."

She looked at Dumbledore with a hawk-like gaze, her tone humble but her attitude firm.

"Please, forgive this child this time, okay?"

"I can't refuse you, but it depends more on the opinions of the two deans."

Dumbledore looked at Snape and McGonagall with a helpless expression.

The old man said he didn't want sympathy or reward, but he made this request.

But, could they not agree?

"I respect your opinion." Professor McGonagall responded seriously.

Snape fell silent.

He quickly glanced at the three people present, waved his hand, and left.

"He agreed to it, too."

After Snape turned around, Dumbledore translated with a smile.

(End of this chapter)