Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 463 Firing the First Shot

Dumbledore let Harry vent his frustrations during his rebellious phase, but Belvina wouldn't let him do as he pleased.

Belvina wasn't one to spoil children. She could force Harry to drink butterbeer, but she would never let him foam at the mouth.

Losing your temper solves nothing and only hurts those who truly care about you.

With a combination of persuasion and pressure from Dumbledore and Belvina, Harry, who was going through a rebellious phase, stopped rebelling and transformed into an answering machine who would answer any question.

Harry quickly recounted all the strange dreams he had recently had, including the corridor outside the Department of Mysteries and a dimly lit mansion.

Belvina immediately realized that this mansion was very likely Voldemort's hideout, because Harry had dreamt that the seventy-year-old Dennis was in the mansion, cruelly torturing a Death Eater.

Unfortunately, Harry couldn't see the house clearly enough in his dream to describe its general appearance, so he couldn't find it by following the map.

"Harry," said Dumbledore, "I will be giving you individual lessons starting next week."

There was no punishment, no scolding, only private lessons from the greatest wizard of our time.

Harry was bewildered after his outburst. Something was wrong. Why would Dumbledore suddenly give him a private lesson?

Ron was equally bewildered. Although Dumbledore was widely recognized as the greatest wizard of his time, Ron still couldn't accept being alone with the headmaster.

Hermione, standing to the side, was completely different. The young girl, now taking on a more mature look, was filled with envy. This was Dumbledore, and only Harry could make Dumbledore lower himself to become his private tutor.

The other two in the headmaster's office, Professor McGonagall and Belvina, had no objections; Dumbledore must have his reasons for doing so. Belvina, however, felt that Dumbledore should have done this long ago, and that delaying it until now was a complete waste of time.

Judging from Harry's dreams over the past few months, his connection with Voldemort is becoming increasingly close, and the closer the connection becomes, the greater the probability that Voldemort will discover this connection.

Now, Harry can "monitor" Voldemort through his dreams. Once Voldemort discovers this connection, will he use it to "monitor" Harry in return, or even influence Harry's thoughts and manipulate him into doing terrible things?

That's why Belvina said Dumbledore should have given Harry private lessons a long time ago, instead of constantly avoiding contact with him.

"A private lesson for me?" Harry asked in surprise, snapping out of his daze.

Instantly, the rebellious teenager became incredibly excited, as if he had been injected with adrenaline. He thought Dumbledore would teach him powerful spells that would help him become a real man.

Belvina saw right through Harry's little scheme. A wicked smile crept onto her lips. She chose not to shatter Harry's fantasy, letting the scarred boy be happy for a few days!

On the way back to Gryffindor Tower, Harry was still basking in the excitement of his private lesson with Dumbledore, while Hermione remained envious, secretly resolving to work even harder when they got back so as not to fall too far behind Harry.

Of the Gryffindor trio, only Ron remained calm. He disliked being alone with the professor, even though the professor was the great Albus Dumbledore. Whenever Ron was with the professor, he felt extremely uncomfortable and awkward.

Overnight, the frigid November arrived.

Belvina woke up early as usual, and as she was about to get up and wash, she pulled back into the warm blankets the moment she lifted them. The first morning of November was just too cold.

After a long while, Belvina, having built up her mental defenses, reluctantly crawled out of bed, shivering as she lit the fireplace, and then rushed into the bathroom like a whirlwind.

It wasn't until she changed into thick clothes suitable for early winter that Belvina adjusted to the sudden drop in temperature inside the castle, and only then did she have the leisure to look out the window at the surrounding mountains.

Compared to the Muggle Studies classroom on the fifth floor, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom had a much worse view, but fortunately there were no tall buildings blocking the way, so you could still see the snow-capped mountains in the distance through the window.

The sudden drop in temperature caused many students to catch colds, and the school clinic was overcrowded, keeping Mrs. Pomfrey extremely busy.

The other students who were not sick dug out their winter clothes, and even in the corridor between classes, everyone wore thick, warm leather gloves.

Although November this year is much colder than usual, the students' enthusiasm is also higher than ever. After a year's hiatus, the Quidditch Cup is finally about to begin, and we can finally watch the games at school!

Hogwarts did not hold the Quidditch Cup last year in order to host the Triwizard Tournament. Although the Triwizard Tournament was exciting and the warriors' skills were admirable, it was still far inferior to Quidditch, a sport enjoyed by all.

After a year of waiting, the students can finally watch Quidditch matches at school and cheer for their own colleges. How could they not be excited!

Before the opening match officially began, many students started speculating about who would win the championship this year.

Some say it's Gryffindor, because ever since Harry joined the team as the Seeker, the Gryffindor team has been dominating.

Some people say that Gryffindor is unlikely to successfully defend their title this year because they have lost a very important part: goalkeeper Oliver Wood has graduated.

Angelina Jensen took over as captain of Woods, and Ron Weasley took over the field position. Many people were not optimistic about Gryffindor's new goalkeeper.

Although the Weasley family has contributed three Quidditch players to Gryffindor—Charlie, who has already graduated, Fred, and George, who stayed on the team for their final year—people still don't have high hopes for a fourth Weasley, Ron Weasley.

The reason is simple: Ron has never shown his Quidditch skills at school in the past four years, and nobody knows his Quidditch abilities.

How good is he really? Can he take over Wood's mantle and hold down the team's last line of defense?

Amidst much anticipation and discussion, the opening match of the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup has finally arrived: Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

The weather was sunny and cold on the day of the competition. Eager students left the castle early, heading towards it in groups.

Belvina also accompanied Bassheda to the stadium. To make way for Quidditch, a sport enjoyed by many, Belvina had to adjust NEWT's class schedule.

"You still don't support Slytherin?" Bassheda asked from the stands.

"Of course," Belvina said. "While they might use any means necessary to win, their methods were too ugly."

Belvina wasn't particularly enthusiastic about Quidditch, and she was even less fond of the Slytherin team, partly because the players were ugly and partly because the game was too crude and ugly.

Before the words were even finished, a unified singing voice rang out from the stands. The Slytherins sang in unison, drawing everyone's attention.

"What are they singing!" Bassheda exclaimed in surprise. "Weasley is our king? Are they planning to use Weasley as a breakthrough point?"

Belvina clicked her tongue. How should I put it?

Although the lyrics weren't very good, the melody was surprisingly catchy.

"I must say, their choice was absolutely right." Belvina raised her head. "See for yourself."

On the pitch, the Gryffindor and Slytherin players had already entered. Everyone else stood tall and proud, except for Ron, who slumped over.

The new goalkeeper, Ron, not only looked terrible, but his eyes were also vacant, and his face was ashen. It was a miracle that he wasn't walking with his feet turned out the wrong way.

"Good heavens!" Belvina exclaimed, "What the hell is Slytherin up to? Do they have some kind of peculiar fondness for ugly men?!"

Bassheda shook her head. She also saw Crabbe and Goyle in the Slytherin team, the two of them excitedly gesturing with their baseball bats like two baboons who had just learned to use weapons.

At exactly 11:00, a sharp whistle pierced the cold air, and the opening match officially began.

Slytherin's underhanded tactics were very successful; the continuous chanting of "Weasleys are our king" kept stimulating the nervous Ron.

Under the influence of the satirical songs and abusive lyrics, Ron's goal was breached one after another, and the score quickly reached 40 to 10. Gryffindor's only goal came from captain Angelina Jensen.

The Slytherin students in the stands around the stadium erupted in cheers, singing even more enthusiastically in unison. They seemed convinced that as long as they kept provoking the Gryffindor goalkeeper, Slytherin could win the opening match and reclaim their title from Gryffindor.

hatred.

However, although Quidditch is a team sport, the individual performance of the Seeker can change the course of the entire game.

Poor Draco Malfoy lost to Harry once again, albeit by a hair's breadth. Harry caught the Golden Snitch first, helping his team win the game.

The sharp whistle blew, and the match ended. Gryffindor won the opening game with a score of 160 to 40. Seeker Harry's brilliant performance made up for goalkeeper Ron's mistake.

This is why Belvina doesn't like Quidditch. She prefers the Hero Ball, which takes individualism to the extreme, but dislikes the Seeker and Golden Snitch, which deliver the decisive blow. 150 points is still too much.

The opening match ended in a Gryffindor victory, but the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin was far from over.

Crabbe, the new Slytherin batter, hit the runner at Harry, who had caught the Golden Snitch, even though the game was over.

Immersed in the joy of victory, Harry was unaware of the danger. The ball struck him squarely in the lower back with a thud, sending Harry flying off his flying broomstick.

Even after Ms. Hodge had clearly signaled the end of the game, Crabbe continued to hit the ball and attack the opposing player. This behavior was not just a bad foul, but a display of poor character. He lost both the game and his dignity.

"That's why I don't support Slytherin," Belvina said from the stands. "Dirty, rude, and base."

They are inferior, but they are not ashamed; on the contrary, they are proud of it.

It sounds like Belvina was only referring to the Slytherin players on the field, and was criticizing Crabbe.

In fact, what Belvina was talking about was also the Death Eaters, who were not ashamed of being dirty, savage, and despicable, but rather proud of it.

Just as Belvina was expressing her disappointment with Slytherin, the players on both sides started fighting on the field, with Fred and George taking the lead and charging straight into the enemy's territory.

Although the tall and strong Crabbe and Goyle were as strong as baboons, they were no match for the Weasley twins. The twins, who were in sync, beat the two baboons so badly that they ran away with their heads in their hands.

Seeing Crabbe and Goyle getting hurt, the other Slytherins rushed to their aid, chasing after Fred and George. Ron, whose limbs had been stiff, finally came to his senses. He roared and charged forward, throwing a flurry of punches to help his brother out of trouble.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin sides clashed, and this is where the physical and gender advantages that Slytherin had established in selecting their members became apparent, with the renowned Gryffindor gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.