Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 478 An Encounter in the Hospital Ward

Now, it was Belvina who was completely bewildered, as one bombshell after another exploded in her head.

Although Nymphadora Tonks is young, she is not an ignorant girl, but an Auror who has passed through the Ministry of Magic's rigorous selection process.

Currently, Tonks has only shown interest in Lupin. Will she unexpectedly fall in love with this extraordinary man?

If Tonks truly falls in love with Lupin, does she have the courage to be with him? And what choice will Lupin make—cowardly run away, or muster the courage to start a new life?

At this moment, Belvina's mind was a bit of a mess; the most unlikely possibility made her head feel like a lump of mush.

An optimistic and cheerful witch falls in love with a kind and gentle werewolf? Seriously? This is just a cliché plot from a fantasy romance novel!

Belvina, whose mind was a complete mess, needed some time to calm down. After handing the real Christmas present to Sirius, she left the bedroom without a word, looking as if she had been shocked.

Belvina silently returned to her room in the Blake mansion, closed the door, and went to process the explosive news alone.

For the next few hours, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place became unusually noisy, with Harry and the Weasley children making a racket in the old house.

Sirius Black, wearing a bright red "SB" sweater, wandered around the house, showing off to everyone he met that his sister had knitted it for him.

A one-of-a-kind sweater.

Sirius's smug expression vanished when he met Lupin, who was wearing the same bright red sweater. He found Lupin's golden "R" on his chest particularly glaring.

"The sweater is very nice," Lupin said with a smile.

It was just an ordinary sentence, but Sirius felt uneasy about it.

His sister knitted a sweater for Lupin by hand, and his niece might like Lupin. What makes this kid so special?

Consumed by jealousy, Sirius said enviously, "Your sweater is nice too, just a little worse than mine. Mine has one more letter than yours."

Lupin blinked. He roughly understood what Sirius was up to, but he didn't expect Sirius to find a sense of superiority in the number of letters on his sweater. What was so great about that?

Unfortunately, Sirius's sense of superiority with Lupin didn't last long, because he soon met Bassheda, who was helping out in the kitchen.

Bassheda was wearing a sweater in the same color scheme as Hufflepuff, with the black initials "BB" on the left chest of the yellow turtleneck sweater.

Although both sweaters had two letters, Basilda's had a turtleneck while Sirius's had a crew neck. The man in his thirties suddenly felt a little hurt; he wasn't unique, nor did he have any sense of superiority.

Belvina Black!

What use is this younger sister?

Sirius Black, in his thirties, had a series of mood swings because of a sweater. If Belvina saw this, she would laugh at Sirius Black for the rest of her life.

At noon, Belvina, her stomach growling with hunger, left her room and went to the kitchen in the basement to attend the Christmas lunch.

Sirius, carrying a large turkey, glanced at Belvina as she walked into the kitchen, his eyes filled with a hint of resentment.

Belvina was baffled by this glance. Had she offended Sirius today?

Bassheda tugged at Belvina's sleeve, first pointing to herself, then to Lupin, and finally to Belvina.

At this moment, Belvina also changed into a sweater made by herself, a green turtleneck sweater with her name initials "BB" in silver on the left chest.

After Basilda's explanation, Belvina finally understood what Sirius was talking about, and secretly rejoiced that she hadn't told Sirius the other meaning of "SB".

After lunch, Belvina walked out of Place Grimmauld II alone; she was going to take a stroll around St. Mungo's.

The street where Taotao Co., Ltd. is located is sparsely populated, and you can't see a single car passing by for half a day, which makes this old red brick building appear even more dilapidated and deserted.

Belvina strolled over to the shop window, said something to the female mannequin in the window, then walked through the glass and disappeared into the street.

Even on Christmas Day, the waiting room at St. Mungo's was bustling with activity, with rows of wizards and witches queuing up in the festive atmosphere. Some looked normal, while others looked strange.

Belvina walked straight past the healers and those waiting for their turn, heading directly to the batter's private ward in the Magical Injury Hospital.

With Belvina taking over the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the workload of the Aurors, Strikers, and Law Enforcement Teams increased dramatically, as if there was never enough work to do.

Action, action, and more action. The Aurors, strikers, and law enforcement teams, who have been frequently launching operations, have achieved considerable success, but their risk of injury has also increased significantly. Recently, their private wards have never been empty.

On such an important holiday as Christmas, as the director, Belvina would definitely visit her injured subordinate to express the leader's concern.

This is not just superficial talk; it's a tactic to win people's hearts and minds.

In the batter's private ward, Belvina visited her subordinates who were unable to go home for the holidays due to injuries, as well as their families.

In front of everyone, Director Black showed her approachable side, chatting with everyone in a down-to-earth manner.

He managed to amaze everyone.

After the visit ended, Belvina did not leave St. Mungo's. Instead, with the spirit of "since I'm already here," she went to the spell damage department on the fifth floor to visit Eric Munch, who was staying in the ward, and another unfortunate fellow.

The therapist on duty in the long-term ward was still Melanie Straw, as gentle as a mother, who warmly welcomed Belvina into the ward with a gold and silver floral wreath on her head.

Just like the crowded waiting room, the long-term ward was filled with a festive atmosphere. Red and gold crystal bubbles shone brightly like giant Christmas balls, and the Christmas tree covered with snow and icicles sparkled.

Belvina sat down beside Eric Munch's bedside, while Melanie Straw was handing out Christmas presents to patients.

After a long period of treatment at St. Mungo's, Eric Munch's condition improved significantly. He was able to communicate with people, but he was still somewhat confused, believing himself to be a teapot.

Belvina had only exchanged a few words, but Munch had already stood up three times, bowing to Belvina each time he stood up.

This wasn't a bow to the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but rather pouring tea for a guest. Munch imagined his head as a teapot spout, so he could pour out steaming hot tea simply by bending down.

Eric Teapot Munch couldn't get any crucial clues out of him, and Legilimency couldn't find any either. The other unfortunate guy was in the same situation as Munch before, staring blankly at the ceiling, his body motionless.

After sitting for a while longer, Belvina felt she had done her job of putting on a show and it was time to leave.

At that moment, a familiar name rang out in the long-term ward.

"Neville, my little darling, say goodbye to your dad and mom."

In St. Mungo's long-term ward, the name called was still Neville, and it was obvious who was speaking.

Belvina stood up and looked at the other end of the ward, where she knew Frank and Alice Longbottom were staying.

Sure enough, Neville's voice rang out in the ward, and then he followed Mrs. Longbottom out from behind the curtain at the other end of the ward.

Augusta Longbottom's style of dress remains frightening; she wore a green robe, draped in a worm-eaten fox fur, and had an ugly vulture specimen on her hat.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Longbottom," Belvina said.

When Mrs. Longbottom saw that the person who greeted her was Belvina, her expression darkened slightly; she disliked Blake.

Especially at this time and in this place, Augusta Longbottom's dislike for Black intensified, but she didn't speak rudely as she had last time.

"Miss Black, Merry Christmas," Mrs. Longbottom said curtly. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Merry Christmas, Professor Black," Neville murmured, becoming shy and reserved again in front of his grandmother, unlike a teenager at all.

Belvina smiled at Neville and said gently, "Merry Christmas, Neville. You did a fantastic job in the first half of the school year. I'm so proud of you."

Hearing the school professor's praise, Mrs. Longbottom glanced at Neville, whose face was flushed with surprise.

"Thank you for your compliment, Miss Black," said Mrs. Longbottom. "Neville will continue to work hard; since he doesn't have his father's talent, he should try his best."

Although her treatment of Neville changed somewhat, it wasn't by much; Mrs. Longbottom remained very strict with Neville.

It's unclear whether Augusta Longbottom's assertiveness and strictness were innate or a result of Frank and Alice's unfortunate experiences.

"Madam, please forgive my bluntness."

Belvina looked at Neville gently and continued, "In my opinion, Neville is exceptionally talented. His herbalism is the best among his peers, and he has also made great progress in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

During the first half of the 95-96 school year, Neville strengthened his foundation in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and his magical talent became apparent. With Belvina's encouragement and guidance, Neville's Defense Against the Dark Arts grades improved rapidly during this period.

Of course, another reason why Neville has made such great progress is because he was so bad before.

At that moment, Melanie Straw, a therapist as gentle as a mother, appeared with Christmas gifts.

"Mrs. Longbottom, are we going back already?"

Then, Melanie looked at Belvina and asked, "Is Miss Black going back too?"

"Yes, I'm going back now," Mrs. Longbottom said. "I'm leaving Frank and Alice in your care, Melanie."

Belvina didn't say anything, she just nodded to Melanie Straw.

With a warm smile, Melanie Straw glanced at Belvina and Mrs. Longbottom, sensing a subtle tension between them.

However, Melanie didn't think too much about it and continued distributing Christmas gifts on her own.

"Eric, look, someone gave you a potted plant—"

Belvina looked at Neville and asked, "Neville, what's wrong?"

Neville had been watching Melanie Straw ever since she appeared with the Christmas present.

More precisely, Neville was staring at the two potted plants in Melanie Straw's hands.

Neville, his face flushed, didn't speak; his gaze was fixed on the plant placed on Eric Munch's bedside table.

Belvina turned around and looked at the plant.

It was an ugly vine with snake-like tendrils growing on its branches.

"Navie, tell me, what do you think this plant is?" Belvina turned around and looked at Navie again.

Although Belvina's herbalism wasn't particularly advanced, she recognized the hideous plant with Neville's prompting.

Neville hesitated for a moment, glancing at Mrs. Longbottom, before speaking hesitantly under his grandmother's stern gaze. "Professor," he said, "it should be Devil's Web."

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