Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 268 Welcome Back, Half-Blood Prince
"The old bat?"

The long-haired youth slightly raised his chin, his deep eyes fixed precisely on the fool who had spoken.

In the past, he would have been furious and used the most vicious and utterly humiliating words to attack the idiot until he was utterly ashamed, while also deducting a significant number of points from the Academy Cup.

But now... perhaps it's because the shirt is tightly binding him, making it difficult for him to move, thus lacking the aggressive first step forward, or perhaps...
It was the completely changed appearance that made Snape begin to remind himself not to be like he used to be.

He shifted his thoughts and feelings—Gryffindor students were indeed a bunch of reckless fools like Potter.

Even with Li Wei's guidance, they still couldn't shake off the ingrained stupidity in their bones.

A strange sensation filled his nostrils along with the crisp air—oddly enough, Snape didn't feel like getting angry at this moment; instead, he felt like bursting into laughter.

"Humph."

He chuckled and let out a sneer, a smile playing on his lips, contemptuous and mocking.

However, because of his beautiful appearance, this provocative act, which would usually make those foolish lions show their displeasure, clearly lost its original effect this time.

Instead of angering the students, it subconsciously aroused their appreciation for handsome things—they stood or sat in their seats, staring at the handsome young man in front of them, imagining his background.

Some people have even started to feel sorry for him being scolded by Snape, that old bat, later on.

This phenomenon gave Snape a strange feeling—just by paying a little attention to his appearance, the students' attitudes toward him had changed so drastically.

How superficial!
Snape's rebuke, which was already at the corner of his mouth, curved at the tip of his tongue. His slow, deliberate tone, devoid of any anger, was drawn out like a deep cello playing.

"Should I thank you for your 'kind' reminder, sir?"

Snape's smile widened as he watched the students' eyes widen at the familiar tone and voice.

"It seems that all the care I taught you about the proper handling of potions has been ignored by you, your ears plugged with dung."

Otherwise, how could they be so blinded by excitement and superficial visual perception that they lost even the most basic classroom etiquette and observational skills?

Snape gently picked up his wand, and amidst the bewildered students, he moved like a conductor picking up his baton—he casually tapped his chest, his every gesture exuding an indescribable elegance.

"Or should I wear a nameplate around my neck, like those fluffy pets in the pet store, with a sign that says 'Severus Snape, your Potions Professor'?"

"Can your brains, stuffed full of reeds, even perform a basic identity verification?"

"Snape?!"

The student who spoke just now had a hoarse, high-pitched voice, like a chicken being strangled.

But no one laughed at his strange shouts. Some witches, overwhelmed by the intense disillusionment, covered their mouths in disbelief.

The wizards stared wide-eyed at Snape, who had just acknowledged his identity.

"Not Snape—"

The students breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's Professor Snape!"

The students all gasped.

"Gryffindor loses 40 points because of your terrible observation skills and disrespectful behavior toward the professor."

Snape's expression changed instantly after he finished speaking. Why was he acting up again? He clearly said he wanted to...
But his action immediately put everyone at ease. Yes, this annoying yet familiar style was indeed Professor Snape's.

Despite the Potions class starting in an unprecedentedly eerie atmosphere, the students frantically flipped through their books while their eyes kept drifting toward the podium, as if trying to confirm whether they were having a nightmare.

Is this really Professor Snape?
At noon, the auditorium felt like it was sitting on a stove, warm yet with a sweet, restless energy, like sizzling honey syrup.

Anyone who steps into this place will be startled by the atmosphere and wonder what has happened.

The students were busy eating and drinking, and they also made sure to gossip between putting down their drinks. The focus of their discussion was the unusually quiet teachers' table.

Severus Snape sat there, his back straighter than usual, slowly cutting a piece of roasted potato. His profile, illuminated by the daylight streaming through the Great Hall windows, revealed an unfamiliar, cold, and austere face.

The sensation was silently brewing with his actions, and then it turned into a violent flow of information circulating in the chat group of the book.

The Slytherin students have put up a bounty of twenty Galleons to buy up all the unused rights to create facial expressions—now that their Headmaster is no longer being disgraced, they, as students, must also stand up for themselves and change their old image of the cross-dressing wolf grandmother.

They're going to create brand new facial expressions for the cool new dean!

On the teacher's bench.

Professor Flitwick nearly spilled the soup in his spoon several times, his gaze shifting back and forth between Snape and Levi, his shrill exclamations forced down into a soft gurgling sound in his throat.

Finally, he looked at Professor McGonagall beside him and winked.

Professor McGonagall did not respond to him, which was extremely unusual—her hands were on a warm teacup, and her eyes behind her glasses were slightly moist.

Seeing two of Hogwarts' most outstanding young people sitting together, looking as if they had stepped out of a painting, reminded her of many things from the past.

Although Snape sometimes did things that disgusted her, Professor McGonagall knew that Snape was always carrying a heavy burden of pressure—she could feel it.

Seeing this scene now, she was overjoyed from the bottom of her heart.

Moreover, Snape's transformation also helped Hogwarts welcome a new generation—this hardworking and dedicated vice-principal once again felt the joy of being reborn.

On the other side of Levi, Sirius Black glanced at Snape with suspicion, occasionally glancing down and frowning at his own clothes. It seemed his clothes were rather shabby today.

Of course, they weren't the only ones observing this situation.

Hagrid silently took out the Bible and asked Harry and the others what exactly happened to Snape.

Professor Sprout, the headmaster of Hufflepuff, smiled as he looked Snape over, then turned his attention back to the food in front of him.

The cellar was too cold and damp; Snape should have sunbathed a long time ago—he looks much better now.

The only one who remained calm throughout the entire event was Li Wei, who had anticipated this scene long ago.

However, after actually seeing Snape's performance, he still managed a rare smile.

"Welcome back, half-blood prince."

"Shut up, don't call me that."

Despite being at the center of the storm, Snape remained calm and composed, responding to Levi with a nonchalant tone.

This time, his voice was unusually calm.

(End of this chapter)