Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 117 Snake Egg Hatching
In the auditorium, as Dumbledore tapped the goblet in front of him with the silver fork, the little wizards who were discussing immediately fell silent.

"My children!" said Dumbledore, his beard glinting in the candlelight. "It's good to see smiles on your faces again!"

"I have a few things to tell you all, and they're all very important, so I thought it'd be best to get this out of the way before you enjoy your delicious meal and your minds get muddled..."

His eyes blink behind half-moon glasses. "First of all, I'm delighted to welcome a new professor to our teaching staff."

"Remus John Lupine!"

Following Dumbledore's introduction, Lupine, who was sitting next to Hardy, stood up and saluted everyone.

There were a few indifferent and sparse applause in the auditorium. The two professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Quirinus Quirrell and Gilderoy Lockhart, had left a lot of psychological shadow on the young wizards.

"So who is the guy who came this time?" Draco stared at Lupine suspiciously.

The other teachers were all wearing their best robes, and Professor Lupine looked even more ragged sitting next to them, which made many young wizards have a bad first impression of him.

"Look at Snape!" Ron whispered into Harry's ear.

Harry turned his head and saw that the other was staring at Professor Lupine at the other end of the staff table.

Little wizards have heard more or less that Snape has always wanted to get a teaching position in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But even Harry, who had always hated Snape, was surprised to see the slightly twitching expression on Snape's withered, thin face.

The expression wasn't just anger, it was hatred.

Harry knew that look all too well, it was the same expression Snape would look on whenever he laid eyes on him.

"What's wrong with them?" Hermione asked puzzled.

Ron spread his hands, "Who knows, but it's normal, not many people have a good relationship with Snape, maybe..."

He looked around and made a bold guess: "I mean maybe, Professor Lupine robbed Snape's lover when he was young?"

Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes at the same time, "Ron, this is ridiculous!"

"The second thing is about the arrangement of the Dueling Club." Dumbledore continued, "I have heard about it. Everyone is very interested in this practical course."

"After our discussions, it was unanimously decided that Professor Ollivander will be in overall charge, and different professors will be invited to teach jointly every time."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other in surprise, and then they joined in the applause, especially at the Gryffindor table.

Because in the last duel club, their academy was praised the most by Hardy, and the number of people who learned the Disarming Curse was far ahead.

"Thank you for your support, I will do my best to let you feel the charm of wizard duel," Hardy stood up, showing a bright smile.

When Hardy sat down, Lupine turned sideways slightly, "I have to learn from you, Professor Ollivander, about how to get the children's welcome."

"I am very grateful to Dumbledore for giving me the job and the salary."

"You will, Professor Lupine." Hardy nodded, "As long as you really think about the little wizards, you will soon get their support and cooperation."

"Well, there are so many important things." Dumbledore said, "Let's have a feast!"

Dumbledore waved his wand, and on the golden plates and goblets in front of them, food and drink suddenly appeared.

Ron suddenly whetted his appetite, took a portion of everything within reach, and began to eat.

"Oh, what a delicious feast." Ron muttered inarticulately as he stuffed the pudding cake into his mouth.

The auditorium is constantly echoing with laughter and the clash of knives and forks...

After the drag dinner, the owl delivered today's Daily Prophet with the results of Gilderoy Lockhart's trial.

Just as Hardy expected, the other party got the permanent experience service of Azkaban.

"I hope he can adapt to those dementors." Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Hardy smiled slightly.

In the rest room, the raw liquid in the Gathering Demon Cup was tumbling.

After several months of cultivation, the snake eggs inside finally became extremely active.

As the fine air bubbles continued to float up in the original liquid, finally there was a "click", and a crack appeared from the inside of the snake egg.

Under Hardy's patient gaze, a small white head poked out of the eggshell curiously, "Xixi..."

What came out of the eggshell was a palm-sized young snake. Its whole body was as white as snow, and under the reflection of the sunlight, it shimmered brightly.

A pair of azure blue eyes, as clean and translucent as carefully polished sapphires.

"Xixi..."

It fluttered in the stock solution, and at the same time secretly looked at the humans who were staring at it.

It seemed that after confirming that there was no danger, it slowed down and raised its snake body unsteadily.

Hardy friendly put the tip of his wand into the stock solution of the Gathering Cup, and the little guy in front of him tilted his head curiously, then followed the wand and crawled into his palm.

"Hello... little guy..." Hardy tried to communicate with the other party in Parseltongue.

Soon, I got a response from it, "Xixi...Hungry Xixi..."

The white guy rubbed his head against Hardy's broad palm, and his naive and coquettish appearance would definitely please the little witch.

Hearing the little guy's "hissing" sound different from ordinary snakes, Hardy couldn't help stroking its little head.

He twirled his wand with his left hand, cast the Flying Charm, and took out the oak keg in the cupboard, which contained the tree berry pulp he had begged from Hagrid, which many snakes liked.

But the little guy in front of him just leaned closer and sniffed, then quickly backed away, "Xixi...no Xixi..."

Looking at the other party's innocent expression, Hardy couldn't help but startled, "Don't you like this?"

He tried to get another oak keg from the cupboard, but the other person obviously didn't like the contents.

Taking a deep breath, Hardy stretched out his finger to tease the other party, "I can't tell, you're quite picky."

After waving his wand and casting a layer of Iron Armor on the opponent, Hardy put it in the hood of his wizard robe and went to Hagrid's hut.

At night, the breeze blows, and the fragrance of fragrant grass is everywhere.

Hagrid, who had just returned from the castle, was shaking his body excitedly, sowing flower and fruit seeds in the pumpkin patch in front of the hut.

"Oh, Professor Ollivander, nice to meet you!" The drunken Hagrid swung his huge body, and Hardy could see that he was trying to turn around in circles.

"Good evening, Hagrid, I can see that you had a very good time tonight." Hardy smiled, avoiding the other's waving arms in mid-air.

Hagrid stopped in a daze, "Yes, to be honest, I'm happy because Dumbledore brought good news."

He blinked, "I'm telling you secretly, don't tell others, I really want to share my joy with others."

During this period, Hardy nodded, and Hagrid said in a low voice, "Professor Sylvanus Kettleburn will retire at the end of this semester."

"Guess who will Headmaster Dumbledore ask for his Protection of Magical Creatures class?"

Pointing at himself with a thick finger, Hagrid laughed loudly, "I, my God, it's me, who would have thought of this, it was so sudden, hehehe..."

Hardy was clapping his hands to congratulate Hagrid when the little guy in the hood jumped out restlessly and landed on Hardy's shoulder.

"Oh--"

Hagrid's eyes, all of a sudden, were fixed on it.

"My God, my God, hello, little beauty..."

He wiped his trouser legs vigorously with both hands, feeling ashamed as if seeing a girl he loves.

(End of this chapter)