Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 480 is just the beginning.

The guard returned quickly with the results of the investigation.

The person who gave Eric Munch the Devil's Web as a Christmas gift was an old, decrepit wizard.

And that was it. I don't remember what he looked like, or his name or identity. The only thing I remember is that the wizard was wearing a horn-shaped hearing aid.

An unidentified sorcerer hands the dangerous Devil's Web to the receptionist in the waiting room, and after passing through several layers of intermediaries, it appears at Eric Munch's bedside in the long-term ward.

From beginning to end, none of the healers at St. Mungo's recognized the ugly plant as Devil's Web; everyone who handled it thought it was just a trimmed, harmless Christmas cactus.

Belvina fell silent upon hearing the investigation results. She had thought the Ministry of Magic was already quite unreliable, but she hadn't expected St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries to be even worse.

A critically ill patient who had been staying in a ward for a long time, and a patient protected by guards arranged by the Ministry of Magic, had the deadly web of magic appear so easily at his bedside.

The person who brings the gift does not have to bear any risk. No one registers his identity information, no one checks the gift he brings, and the receptionist does not even remember what he looks like, only that he is an old, decrepit wizard wearing a horn-shaped hearing aid.

If it were merely a matter of lax security, Belvina could barely accept it; after all, St. Mungo's was a magical asylum, and their shortcomings in security were understandable.

However, Belvina was starting to lose her composure when none of the healers at St. Mungo's recognized the disguised Devil's Web.

To apply for a therapist position at St. Mungo's Institution of Magical Injuries, applicants must have NEWT certificates in Potions, Herbalism, Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Having these wizarding certificates alone is not enough; applicants also need to undergo professional training at St. Mungo's, and only those who pass the training are qualified to serve as healers.

This group of highly professional healers, whose duty is to save lives, failed to recognize the Devil's Web. It was as if they had forgotten all their herbalism or returned it all to Hogwarts.

Belvina couldn't suppress the malice in her heart, repeatedly using her filthy mind to maliciously speculate about the human relationships behind the seemingly holy magical asylum.

Throughout the entire ordeal, no one recognized the Devil's Web, nor did anyone raise any questions. Melanie Straw even placed the Devil's Web on Eric Munch's bedside table and encouraged Munch to personally take care of the dangerous web.

Is this due to irresponsibility, a problem with academic competence, or are the people handling the Devil's Network all 4+4 super geniuses?

When a person can't hold back, they really can't. Therefore, Belvina decided to leave. She was worried that if she stayed here, she would be unable to resist gouging out Dean St. Mungo's eyes and using them as bubbles to stomp on.

Before leaving, however, Belvina patiently and repeatedly instructed the guards who were staying in the ward to make sure that Eric Munch was protected and that the Devil's Web, which was considered a mistake by the Christmas cactus, must never happen again.

If Eric Munch were murdered in his hospital room, people might not question the professionalism of St. Mungo's healers, but the Ministry of Magic would certainly be labeled "incompetent."

When I returned to 12 Grimmauld Place, it was just in time for dinner.

The Christmas dinner was very lavish, featuring delicious smoked salmon, the indispensable turkey, mulled wine, mixed fruit tarts, and Christmas pudding.

Sirius Black took out a large bottle of brandy and poured it over the Christmas pudding. As he snapped his fingers, the brandy-covered pudding immediately burst into beautiful flames.

After a delicious and sumptuous dinner, everyone moved to the more comfortable living room to continue enjoying the most important festival of the year.

The living room was decorated with a festive atmosphere by Sirius Black, and there was even a Christmas tree in one corner of the room, with colorful gift packages hanging on it and a small mountain of colorful firecrackers piled up under it.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny, along with Fred and George, the troublemakers, were all gathered around the Christmas tree, constantly setting off confetti cannons, leaving colorful confetti everywhere in the drawing room.

Molly sat by the radio, her face flushed, as it crackled and whirred as it played a song by Setina Warbeck.

Sirius, Lupin, and Arthur gathered together, laughing and talking about topics that middle-aged men find interesting.

Belvina sat with Bassheda, quietly chirping about Lupin and Tonks.

Ancient Rune's reaction was exactly the same as that of the current annual disposable teaching aid; the feeling of a fantasy love story coming to life made her desperately need some peace and quiet.

Bassheda tilted her head and frowned. Perhaps due to a lack of imagination, she couldn't imagine a happy married life for werewolves; all she could think of was the monthly torment.

Bassheda Bablin didn't understand, but she was deeply shocked. If Tonks really fell in love with and married Lupin the werewolf, Bassheda felt that Tonks must be a saint in the world, the kind who radiates light from the back of his head and whose voice echoes.

Whether Nymphadora Tonks is a saint or not, Belvina doesn't know. But if Tonks really falls in love with and marries Lupin, Belvina is willing to call Tonks the ultimate love-struck fool.

As they chatted, the two professors' conversation veered from fantasy romance to the medical field.

"Neville?" Bassheda asked doubtfully. "Neville Longbottom?"

After hearing Belvina recount what had happened in St. Mungo that afternoon, Bassheda found it hard to believe.

Even highly skilled healers at St. Mungo's couldn't recognize the Devil's Web, but fifth-year students at Hogwarts recognized it at a glance.

If this hadn't come from Belvina, Bassheda would have found it hard to believe that a therapist was less competent than a teenager who hadn't even grown any hair yet.

Upon hearing Neville Longbottom's name, the firecrackers in the drawing room stopped going off incessantly, and the children all looked over, with the youngest, Ginny, coming right up to them.

Of course, it's not just children who are curious; middle-aged men also possess a strong sense of curiosity.

So Belvina recounted what had happened in St. Mungo that afternoon, and the children were all proud of Neville Longbottom's performance.

"I've always thought Neville was a good boy, possessing all the best qualities of Gryffindor," Lupin said. "He was really brave, he just didn't realize it."

Hearing this, Bassheda nodded in deep agreement. She recalled Neville's heroic performance in the stands on the day of the Quidditch opening match. Neville was the fastest and fiercest Gryffindor, without exception.

The two female professors, who were usually on the same wavelength, had different images in mind at this moment. Belvina was thinking of the "cross-dressing incident" from two years ago.

Two years ago, during a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, with Lupin's help, Neville combined the two people he feared most to successfully create the image of Snape in drag.

Remus Lupin dared to speak, and Neville Longbottom dared to think; wasn't this also a bond between Gryffindors?

As for Snape and Boggart, they were merely witnesses to the bonds of Gryffindor.

At this point, Ronald Weasley started bringing up the very thing Harry shouldn't have, speaking at breakneck speed so Harry didn't even have a chance to stop him.

opportunity.

"Belvina, how did you run into Neville and his grandmother at St. Mungo's?" Ron asked. "What are they doing there for Christmas?"

The people in the drawing room—Belvina and Basilda, Sirius and Lupin, and the Weasleys—all knew about the Longbottoms and even that the killer's name was embroidered on the tapestry in the room.

Aside from the adults, only Harry knew about Neville's family. Two summers ago, he and Belvina unexpectedly encountered the Longbottom family.

Neville himself never mentioned his parents to his classmates, so many of them didn't know about his family situation. Harry also kept it a secret for Neville, not even telling his closest friends Ron and Hermione.

As Ron raised his question, the atmosphere in the drawing room suddenly fell silent.

Belvina, Sirius, and Lupin took turns telling stories about Neville's parents, the Longbottoms.

Belvina had read many Ministry of Magic files, so she knew a fair bit about the matter. Sirius Black and Lupin were members of the Order of the Phoenix, and they knew the Longbottoms well.

Occasionally, Arthur would chime in with a few words. The Longbottoms were once highly respected Aurors, and Arthur, who also worked in the Department of Law Enforcement, naturally knew them.

As the four adults began to speak, the children fell silent. Ginny listened with tears in her eyes, Fred and George gritted their teeth in hatred, and Ron muttered a curse in a hoarse voice.

Harry, who already knew about this, turned to look at the tapestry in the living room, a sprawling family tree that could be traced back to the Middle Ages.

The oldest and noblest Black family, forever pure. Harry looked at the last line of the Black family tree, where he could see Belvina's name. Next to Belvina's name was a small, charred hole, which was Sirius Black's name.

At the other end of the last line of the family tree, Harry saw Bellatrix's name, the one who cruelly used the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms, driving the once-respected Aurors insane.

"Neville's parents' fate was tragic, but fortunately the Ministry of Magic did something useful this time. The murderers who tortured them have all been caught and imprisoned in Azkaban."

Belvina clapped her hands; she felt the atmosphere in the drawing room was a bit oppressive and needed to be lightened up.

“That’s right,” Sirius Black chimed in. “Azkaban is a terrible place, and their evil deeds have been punished as they deserve.”

Although Bellatrix and the others received their due punishment, the damage they caused to the Longbottoms was irreparable. The children remained depressed, and everyone had a direct impression of the cruelty of the Death Eaters.

Just as the Black siblings were trying to lighten the mood, the doorbell rang at number twelve Grimmauld Place.

Along with this came Mrs. Black's sharp, shrill shouts.

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