some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 32 Snape's Love Letter (Merry Christmas, Part [-])
Professor Tywin was undoubtedly lucky.

Judy Crouch's withdrawal spell shot at the base of his thigh, which was less than a centimeter away from a special part.

According to that distance, if Judy's little hand shook a little, Tywin would not be able to laugh out loud.

Although there are no bones there, who can guarantee that the cavernous body or the prostate gland will not disappear.

After all, no wizard has ever tried.

Madam Pomfrey was not happy.

"You shouldn't be teaching the little wizard such dangerous magic!" She said furiously, "You are all injured, how can you protect the child?"

Madam Pomfrey expressed her gratitude to William again and said that he could come to teach at Hogwarts in the future.

The school lacks such an excellent professor as him!
This embarrassed Snape and Tywin who were lying on the bed.

Madam Pomfrey threw a set of pajamas to Tywin sadly, "Professor, you have to stay here at night, but you will suffer more."

She took another large bottle from the trolley, labeled Bone Spirit.

"But with Professor Snape by your side, it shouldn't be particularly difficult," she said, pouring out a large steaming cup of potion and handing it to Professor Tywin.

"It smells weird, but it works."

Professor Tywin looked at the lump of yellow viscous liquid in the cup, resisted the nausea, and drank it in one gulp.

The bone spirit burned in Tai Wen's mouth, and burned down the throat, making him cough repeatedly, and the yellow liquid sprayed out.

However, compared to the discomfort in taste, the visual impact is more unacceptable.

Madam Pomfrey backed out, still smacking her lips, complaining that Defense Against the Dark Arts was too dangerous and the teachers were incompetent.

If Madam Pomfrey were the headmaster, probably only medical courses would be allowed.

Snape's bed, not far from Professor Tywin.

He was wearing a black cartoon pajamas that showed not a little green snake but two silver doe grazing together.

An elusive smile appeared on Professor Snape's face, and he said greasy: "Oh, let me see, who is this... What? Tywin, it looks like he was seriously injured?"

"It's okay." Professor Tywin smiled, "Just learning from you."

The burns on Snape's face were almost healed, but there was still a bandage around his neck, making him look like a mummy.

Snape also wanted to go back, but in this hospital, no one could defy Madam Pomfrey, not even Dumbledore.

William noticed that on Snape's table, there were a few sympathy cards and a French brioche.

There are very few things.

In addition to the things William called Cedric and a few Ravenclaw students to send, there were only condolence cards from the professors.

Almost no students sent him, including Slytherin!
William seriously suspected that the sympathy cards of those faculty members were also euphemistically "reminded" by the old man Dumbledore.

It can be seen that Professor Snape's popularity is not very good!
and many more……

William's dark green eyes flashed with shock.

Merlin's beard!

He actually saw a bunch of flowers in the trash can, it was still roses!

In any culture, roses represent love, and the magic world is no exception!

Why, Wild Lily...sorry, does the old bat have spring too?
Following William's line of sight, Professor Tywin also noticed this. He quietly took the wand beside the pillow and cast the Flying Curse on the flowers.

The entire bouquet flew into the hands of Professor Tywin. On the bouquet, there was a small pink card with a beautifully dressed witch blowing kisses non-stop.

Shock!Hogwarts School Hospital, in front of Professor Snape's bed, there was a "small card" like that in the hotel.

Professor Snape won't be "jumped by wizards", right?

William is obviously overthinking, the magic world doesn't have such "high-end" scams yet.

This is just a simple and pure confession letter.

I saw Professor Tywin coughing his throat, like a poet, reading with emotion:
"Oh,

your eyes,

Black as a dung beetle just finished pushing a dung ball,

your hair,
With a beautiful luster like gutter oil,
you are full of stories,
Almost as vicissitudes as the dark dungeon,
I wish you were mine,
you are really handsome,

Warriors who conquer potions!
......"

"Torn apart!"

Before Professor Tywin finished reading, the entire card exploded in an instant, and Snape stared at Tywin with a pale face.

Murderous!
Not to be outdone, Professor Tywin pointed his wand at Snape.

"Come on, Severus, I've wanted to fight you for a long time."

The fake smile on Tywin's face disappeared, and he roared: "You despicable traitor!"

"I didn't..." The pupils in Snape's eyes narrowed sharply, a flash of pain flashed through his eyes.

"No? How did James and the Dark Lord die? Why did you live in Hogwarts for ten years?" Professor Tywin said coldly.

"Severus, you should be in Azkaban, not Sirius..."

William stood there stunned.

Except for the Dark Lord, he didn't know the few people Professor Tywin mentioned.

But he can know one thing, Snape and Tywin used to know each other.

Maybe it's a classmate, but it's not a college.

Madam Pomfrey heard the movement and walked in quickly, she screamed, and they both lowered their wands at the same time.

Soon, William was also kicked out.

After the first period, the news that Professor Tywin was hospitalized spread throughout Hogwarts.

In two days, two professors fell in a row, and William's title of "Professor Killer" spread like wildfire.

All the teachers started avoiding him.

But William was famous and popular in Ravenclaw College.

His performance in the classroom is obvious to all, and the students of Ravenclaw know the truth.

Of course, most of the students at Hogwarts are also looking forward to it, hoping that William can create another good story and make the third or fourth professors admitted to the hospital.

But it's a pity, what a witty professor Flitwick is.

In the first few weeks of the Charms class, there are no charms taught, only the gesture of waving the wand.

There are only seven basic movements, but there are more than 230 variants derived from them.

If it involves the spells of ancient runes, the movement of waving the wand will be more complicated, cumbersome and changeable.

Professor Flitwick will not teach all of them, he only teaches the most basic movements, enough to cope with studies and daily life.

The remaining knowledge points will be learned in the advanced class, or left for the students who have enough energy to study!

As for ordinary students, don't ask too much.

Therefore, in order to prevent teaching accidents, Professor Flitwick forbade the little wizards to hold wands, and they could only use wooden sticks of similar shape to replace them.

He was really afraid that some students would accidentally poke others, or make something wrong again, causing him, the professor, to be hospitalized.

William's swing was very standard, Professor Flitwick quickly added a point to him, and told him to stop immediately.

William was very wronged. It was an accident caused by others from the beginning to the end. He was just doing the aftermath. What does it have to do with him?
Of course, the aftermath is not without benefits. In just two days, William added 120 points to Ravenclaw College.

Among them, [-] points were added because of Snape and Tywin's teaching accident.

So far, Ravenclaw is far ahead, counting the sapphires in the hourglass, and connecting them can circle Hogwarts for two consecutive days, ranking first in the school!

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(ps Merry Christmas, the first update, please recommend (ω))

(End of this chapter)