Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 267 This is how potions should be used!
Snape lit the fireplace and leaned back on the sofa.

The warm orange glow of the fire flickered quietly in the fireplace, and Snape stared at it, watching the flames dance.

The dry pine wood burned, making a reassuring crackling sound. The faint scent of resin mingled with the aroma of potion ingredients, bringing a subtle sense of calm.

Snape just crashed.

Neville was right; he had indeed been in these absent-minded states more and more often lately.

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I do not know how long it has been.

When Snape came to his senses, he realized that his right hand, which had been resting on his chin, was now somewhat numb.

"stretch--"

The sofa sank due to the reaction force, making a rustling sound as the leather rubbed together. Snape slowly stood up and walked to the door of the small washroom connected to the inner side of the office—a space he had almost forgotten.

He rarely paid attention to hygiene issues unless they affected the potion-making process.

Pushing open the door, the interior space was cramped and covered in a layer of dust. A magic mirror with slightly blurred edges hung on the wall, reflecting his current figure.

His hair was greasy and stuck to his cheeks, his face was pale from years of not seeing the sun, there were deep shadows under his eyes, and his lips were tightly pursed, making him look like a typical gloomy professor.

The only thing that looked clean and bright was the thorough cleaning Li Wei had just done to the black robe. Did this guy even figure out such a useless spell to this extent?

That really does have his style.
Snape unbuttoned the top few buttons of his black robe, took it off, and casually draped it over a rack to the side, revealing a simple dark shirt underneath.

The water is as clear as a spring.

Cool water flowed from the tap, and Snape cupped it in his hands and rubbed it vigorously on his face.

As if trying to wash everything off his face, including his stiff skin—Snape gasped for breath, seeing his face in the mirror, his skin red from being scrubbed.

"Like an idiot."

Snape chuckled at his reflection in the mirror.

Then he threw away everything, including his clothes.

He shaved off the fine hairs on his face and carefully washed his hair for half an hour—he would never use the Cleanse Charm, that damned James Potter who once used it to make pink soap bubbles come out of his mouth.

But after washing and carefully combing and cutting his hair to resemble his younger self, Snape looked at his refreshed self in the mirror and changed his mind.

Fuck Potter!

Does being humiliated once mean you have to crawl on the ground like a dark worm for the rest of your life, never forgetting this incident?
No—think of that foolish Blake! He knocked him to the ground with his own hands, his face flushed and his expression helpless!

If Potter were to face him one-on-one, he would absolutely not be a match for him!
Looking at his face, which now resembled a younger version of himself, and thinking about the past, Snape's mood soured again—he himself was beginning to realize how easily his emotions could turn sour, and this feeling only made him angrier!

Even now, Snape finds that day thrilling, despite the fact that he was humiliated by being hung up by the 'Marauders' in front of Lily.

Not to mention, it was a student who was virtually unknown at the time, Li Wei, who saved him from humiliation.
Snape closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

That's enough, stop thinking about it.

Everyone is looking forward, and he, who almost killed his enemy, can certainly do it too.
Snape examined himself, trying to figure out how he was different from before.

He felt a surge of resentment towards Li Wei and wanted to set himself up against that damned guy.

Since Li Wei hasn't changed much since his student days, except that his temperament has become more profound, then he should also reach that level!

But looking at the wrinkles on his face and the flabby flesh that appeared when he raised his chin, Snape couldn't help but frown and click his tongue.

As if by some strange twist of fate, he remembered what Li Wei had said.

"Aren't you a potion master? Why don't you concoct some beauty and skin-nourishing potions for yourself? And fix up these wrinkles on your face."

how.

Does he think I can't do it? Although Snape had never studied these things—when it came to potions, he was confident that no one could rival him.

With his expertise in medicinal properties, he could not only change the condition of the skin, but also directly remove excess fat from the face and make unwanted lumps of flesh fall off!
Does Li Wei think he can't do it?
Hehe! Okay!
Then I'll prove it to you!

"You forced me to do this!"

Snape's eyes lit up, and a new energy surged through his body. He immediately began running back and forth in the green-glowing office, selecting materials.

The next day.

Snape walked toward Potions class.

He felt a little uncomfortable.

His hair was no longer greasy and plastered to his scalp, but instead, after careful combing, it fell smoothly on both sides, revealing his full forehead in the middle.

Instead of wearing the black robe that covered his entire body, he wore a black Muggle-style three-piece suit.

In order to brew those magical potions and then test their effects, he stayed up all night and only had time to drink a calming potion and rest for half an hour.

The result was that his skin was no longer loose, but became firm and smooth, and his originally chubby jaw became straight and sharp.

Even those deep wrinkles that were usually there were smoothed out overnight.

Snape was in a hurry to leave, and he felt that after all the fuss, today was a really important day—he didn’t have time to examine his face carefully, and instead spent his time in the now dusty and stained closet.

Meanwhile, inside the Potions classroom, a commotion was brewing among the students—Professor Snape, though never early, was never late either.

Why hasn't he shown up yet, even though it's almost time?
A student near the classroom door mustered up his courage and peered through the doorway, only to see an older student who looked like a grade leader hurrying towards them.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the start of class, and all the students in the classroom turned to look at the student at the door.

"Professor Snape isn't in the hallway—he is indeed late!"

Is there any possibility that 'nothing happened'?

The Gryffindor student asked with a smile.

"I hope something happens to him."

The Ravenclaw students began to pray silently.

The Slytherin students pursed their lips. Although they were not happy with the behavior of the other houses, under Professor Levi's tutelage, they were no longer as aggressive as before.

Ultimately, these people behave this way simply because they are afraid of their Dean—Professor Snape.

This is a good thing.

Just as the students were confirming that Professor Snape had an accident today, a handsome young man with a gloomy demeanor and an intimidating appearance walked into the classroom.

As he entered the classroom, for some reason, the temperature in the entire classroom seemed to drop a few degrees—just like Professor Snape's.

Could this cool guy be Professor Snape's substitute teaching assistant?
The students at the door couldn't help but ask him to confirm.

"Senior, did you come to the wrong classroom?"

The young witches watched the young man walk up to the podium with gazes that were either subtle or fervent, and some of them felt a flutter in their hearts.

The Slytherin boys frowned—even a prefect's attitude was far too arrogant.

But when the young man impatiently slammed the lesson plan onto the podium, they seemed to realize something, and their expressions all changed—one face turned deathly pale with fear, while their hands trembled with anticipation.

The Gryffindor students acted even faster than them.

Even the older students wouldn't tolerate a Slytherin who barged into their classroom without any manners.

So, in a Martian-accented tone, they pretended to be kind and said:
"Senior, this is Snape's classroom—if you don't want to get a scolding from your own headmaster later, you'd better leave now."

(End of this chapter)