Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 450 School Opening and Beginning

As the train drew closer to Scotland, the accumulated tensions of the past few years began to surface.

Of course, the conflicts that erupted mainly revolved around Slytherin, and Slytherin students suddenly became the target of everyone's criticism.

It is well known that Slytherin House is a breeding ground for dark wizards. Most of the dark wizards whose names can be heard in the history of magic came from Slytherin, which is a well-known fact.

In recent years, Slytherin House has reached new heights, with a group of Death Eaters rising to the top of the list of dark wizards with unfathomable depths. Voldemort, in particular, has surpassed them to become the most dangerous dark wizard in history.

Thanks to its strong brand effect, Slytherin House has become known as the cradle of dark wizards in the eyes of the world. A certain Miss BB, who wishes to remain anonymous, even jokingly called Azkaban the Slytherin Continuing Education College, or simply "the Refresher Course".

Even many young wizards who haven't yet enrolled think Slytherin is not a good place; only bad guys get sorted into Slytherin.

Nobody really likes Slytherin House, and the Slytherin students themselves are also disappointing.

In recent years, in particular, the quality of Slytherin students has declined significantly. Not only are they not bright, but they also lack practical skills.

Within the academy, pure-blood students championed the pure-blood banner, established pure-blood barriers, discriminated against all non-pure-blood students, and even contemptuously referred to Muggle-borns as "Mudbloods."

Slytherin students also failed to shine in various school events. Even in Quidditch, the popular sport, they could only achieve ugly victories through rude fouls. If it weren't for Snape's constant pampering, winning the House Cup again would have been impossible.

Others' ancestors are remembered in history; Slytherin's ancestors are infamous for a thousand years.

Others' fathers resisted Voldemort; Slytherin's fathers followed Voldemort, becoming infamous and utterly wicked.

Other people's children are excellent in academics and have outstanding abilities; Slytherin children are good for nothing except for being sarcastic and mischievous, and their pure-blood glory is all supported by their mouths.

Despite how universally disliked Slytherin House is, very few people have ever wanted to make changes over the centuries, as if anyone who dares to alter the rules set by their ancestors would lose their head.

Or perhaps, the greatest success in life is living it your own way?

Belvina, in any case, did not want to live her life in the traditional Slytherin way. She did not want to be remembered with infamy, nor did she want to spend the rest of her life studying in Azkaban.

From the moment the crimson steam locomotive departed from Platform 9%, the doorknob of Belvina's compartment was brighter than those of the other compartments, and people would frequently come to her to report on the situation on the train.

The reports from these people were all trivial matters, such as students in a certain carriage using eye contact to insult each other, or students in another carriage escalating from eye contact to verbal conflict, exchanging insults about each other's parents and making threats.

Compared to Durmstrang students' violent treatment of Grindelwald's "followers," Hogwarts students treated the descendants of Death Eaters with far more civility and politeness, with physical conflicts occurring very rarely (except in Gryffindor), making the campus environment remarkably harmonious.

As the tension between the passengers continued to build on the train, the sunlight outside the window grew weaker and weaker, and raindrops tapped intermittently against the window.

Belvina closed E. Reems’s book, “Forgotten Ancient Magic and Spells,” and looked up at Bassheda, who was sitting opposite her and was constantly snacking.

"Would you like a chocolate frog?" Bassheda said, tearing open the packaging and pulling out the picture of Count Vlad the Vampire inside before handing over the chocolate frog.

It is said that Bram Stoker's Dracula was based on Count Dracula.

"No need," Belvina waved her hand. "It's too high in calories; I'm afraid I'll gain weight."

Bassheda frowned and bit off the chocolate frog's head with a vicious bite, chewing it as if she were biting Belvina.

The sky outside the car window grew darker and darker, the lights in the compartment came on, and the rain-soaked car window became filthy.

At that moment, the knocking sounded again, and Felix Ferguson opened the cubicle door once more.

He said, "Miss Black, the advance team has already met up with the people stationed in Hogsmeade. The route is safe, and we can enter the station at any time."

Through the dirty train windows, you could see the guards who had been flying high had returned to the sides of the train, accompanied by a clanging sound.

The trains traveled together toward Hogsmeade.

"One last check. If there are no problems, the train will pull into the station without needing to report back to me," Belvina said. "Let's all hang in there a little longer; it's just the last stretch."

Making a mountain out of a molehill or overreacting to a major issue is a common problem among some leaders, but Belvina did not fall into this trap. Instead, she took responsibility for the students on the train.

The students on the train are the future of wizarding society and the lifeblood of wizarding families, so we must be extremely careful.

"Would you like a bag of Chocolate Frogs, Felix?" Bassheda picked up another bag of Chocolate Frogs and handed it to Felix by the door.

"Thank you, Miss Bablin." Felix took the snacks, and just as he was about to put them in his robe pocket, he immediately felt a burning gaze on him.

Under Bassheda's burning gaze, Felix had no choice but to tear open the packaging bag, pull out the picture inside, and hand it to Bassheda. Only then did the gaze of the ancient rune sweetheart return to normal.

"How many Chocolate Frogs do you have in your handbag?" Belvina asked.

"There's still quite a lot left!" Bassheda opened her handbag and glanced inside. "Are you planning to share it with everyone?"

"I'm worried you'll get cavities." Belvina then looked at Felix, "Felix, could you share the chocolate frogs with everyone?"

Reminded by Bassheda's gaze, Belvina added, "Remember to return the pictures."

This summer, Bassheda inexplicably developed a fondness for collecting Chocolate Frog cards, just like a little kid.

"No problem, I'll collect all the pictures, Miss Bablin." Felix took the handbag that Bassheda handed him.

Sharing the Chocolate Frog with the Ministry of Magic staff can reduce Bassheda's sugar and calorie intake, while also allowing the staff to consume sugar and calories.

As night fell and it rained outside the train, it was good that the staff could have a bag of chocolate frogs to tide them over.

For the next while, no one disturbed Belvina and Bassheda, and the train slowly slowed down amidst the continuous chewing sounds.

A commotion immediately erupted as students busily gathered their luggage and pets together, preparing to disembark.

Bassheda finally stopped her binge eating, put away the snack bags, and then rummaged through her suitcase to find two thick cloaks.

"Here!" She handed a cloak to Belvina across the table.

"Based on my years of experience working at Hogwarts, Hogsmeade must be very cold tonight," she continued.

"I also graduated from Hogwarts and have been teaching there for four years," Belvina said. "Well, not as long as you've been at the school."

Under Basilda's intense gaze, Belvina obediently changed her tune and then obediently accepted the cloak.

After a while, the train slowly pulled into the pitch-black Hogsmeade station, and the carriages were once again filled with chaos and noise.

Then, even more chaotic footsteps sounded as students emerged from their cubicles and stood shoulder to shoulder in the narrow aisle, waiting for the train doors to open.

After the Ministry of Magic staff on the train confirmed with the staff on the platform that it was safe, they opened the doors and jumped off the train first, followed closely by the students who were crowded in the aisle.

Only then did Belvina and Bassheda slowly get up, join the crowd in the aisle, and slowly move towards the carriage door.

The rain had stopped in Hogsmeade, but the dark platform was still chilly.

Despite the night's chill, Ministry of Magic staff diligently guarded the station, with even people standing on the rooftops.

As Belvina stepped off the train, she waved to Felix, who was standing not far away. When Felix approached, she said, "After the guard duty is over, you can take everyone to the village to rest, or you can go back to the ministry first and then go to the Leaky Cauldron for me to treat everyone."

As she spoke, Belvina took out a heavy leather bag and handed it to Felix.

"I understand." Felix took the money bag full of Galleons. "Oh, and these are the chocolate cards that everyone returned."

Although many of the returned paintings were duplicates, and you could see seven or eight Albus Dumbledore paintings just by glancing at them, Bassheda was still very happy.

Just then, a crisp, clear, and energetic female voice came from afar, "First-year students, please line up here! All first-year students, follow me!"

Bassheda stood on tiptoe to look in the direction the voice came from, and said, "It's Professor Glapland."

In the distance, a lantern swayed precariously, and the person calling the first-year students to assemble was none other than Wilmina Grapland.

From a purely pedagogical perspective, Grapland is a better fit than Hagrid to teach the class on protecting magical creatures; at least she isn't as enthusiastic about dangerous creatures as Hagrid is.