Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Professor Snape's sallow skin had turned the pale white of rotting milk.

He really wanted to get mad, but... it's embarrassing to say it!

Not to mention that the one fighting was Harley, it was impossible for him to get angry, and he couldn't get angry.

Even if Harry wasn't on the Gryffindor side, a group of fifth and sixth graders were raped by a second-year Gryffindor wizard... Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if you tell them!

Do you know why at the French Quidditch World Cup, 20 fans of the former Soviet national Quidditch team beat up 200 fans of the English national Quidditch team and dared not report it?

It would be embarrassing to speak out internationally!

Professor Snape still can't forget the surprised eyes of the former Soviet Minister of Magic Hevsky in the newspaper:

I don't understand. How did 200 British wizards get beaten up by 20 Soviet wizards? When did Soviet wizards become so powerful?

And this newspaper headline was quickly replaced, because the British Minister of Magic felt ashamed!

What's more, Harley was involved in this fight, and the cause of the fight was the thing I hated the most...

Professor Snape turned his head and stared at Malfoy: Draco, did you call Miss Granger a mudblood?

Malfoy took a step back in fear, not daring to say anything.

The coldness in Professor Snape's eyes made him swallow all the sophistry words he had prepared, and he couldn't get them out at all.

Snape's voice was still very soft, but it was clearly audible to everyone in the teachers' common room:

Draco, you should probably put a brain booster in your head!

No, it doesn't matter about intelligence enhancers, you need to soak your brain in the stock solution of Buffy Brain Booster!

In this way, your poor IQ may be able to improve a little bit, and you can know what to say and what not to say!

Twenty points from Slytherin! Malfoy is in detention!

Afterwards, Professor Snape looked at Harry: Harry, you are right. You are right to protect... your friend!

Professor McGonagall watched this scene dumbfounded.

She expected that Professor Snape would be eccentric, but so eccentric... She really didn't expect it!

Let's go! Professor Snape flicked his black robe, tugged at Malfoy's sleeve, and walked out of the classroom.

The rest of the Slytherin team followed closely behind, their heads bowed, ready to go back to bear the professor's wrath.

Harry blinked and blinked, is this the end?

The other Gryffindors were also surprised. After all, such a big thing happened, and Professor Snape didn't deduct fifty points from Gryffindor...

rare! Really rare!

Fred and George already had smug smiles on their faces and seemed ready to clap their hands in celebration.

Ahem! Professor McGonagall coughed twice, drawing the little lions' attention back.

Don't forget, I am your dean! I haven't punished you yet!

The smile on the Weasley twin's face disappeared visibly.

Others also realized that Professor Snape might have respected Professor McGonagall's authority and left her the right to punish Gryffindor.

In this case, to some extent, Professor McGonagall is scarier than Professor Snape!

Of course, they didn't receive multiple punishments in the end. Gryffindor was only deducted 20 points, and no one was locked up.

Obviously, Professor McGonagall didn't think there was anything wrong with Gryffindor either.

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In the evening, Harry went to Professor Snape to shut up in confinement.

She had between her two books that Professor Lysnape had asked to read during the holidays.

This was the first time that he was closed in confinement this semester. According to Professor Snape's habit, he would definitely have to inspect the homework for the holidays.

At the door of Professor Snape's office, Harry met Malfoy and his two followers.

Apparently, they too were rewarded with confinement by Professor Snape.

However, their task seems to be different from Harry's, but to go to Filch to clean the toilet.

You wait in the office first, I'm going to take Draco and the others to Filch's place.

Professor Snape nodded to Harry, said calmly, and then led Malfoy and others to disappear into the night.

Harry skillfully found a place in the office to sit down, took down a book from the cabinet, and slowly flipped through it.

This is a fifth grade Potions textbook, and judging from the handwriting on it, it was Professor Snape's original textbook.

It has to be said that Professor Snape was a genius at that time.

There are many precious ways to improve potions in his textbooks, and Harry can appreciate the wisdom in them after a little reading.

Harry couldn't help being immersed in it.

Not long after, Professor Snape came back.

Looking at the textbook in Harry's hand, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he was relieved when he saw that Harry was still reading the first few pages.

Harry also noticed that the professor was back. She stood up quickly, closed the textbook casually, and put it back where it was.

A smile appeared on Professor Snape's face: That's my old textbook.

If you are interested in improving the potion inside, I can summarize it and send you a copy.

As for my textbook, I can't give it to you...the writing on it is too messy, and it looks like you will spend a lot of time.

Thank you Professor! Harry naturally would not choose to reject Professor Snape's kindness.

You're welcome, I'm going to check on your study during the holidays...

...

Two and a half hours passed quickly, and the time flashed to half past nine.

Professor Snape waved his hand and ended today's lecture.

Professor? Harry was puzzled by this, after all, he usually went up until ten o'clock.

Go back and rest early! I have something to do soon. Professor Snape said softly, paused for two seconds, and took out two bottles of medicine from the shelf behind him.

This is the potion I took the time to make today, it's good for the skin. Girls, don't stay up late, don't get up so early!

I heard Flint say about your unreasonable training time, you should learn to protest to Professor McGonagall!

Harry took the potion in surprise, he didn't expect Professor Snape to be so considerate.

After receiving the potion, Harry was about to leave, but Professor Snape suddenly asked:

Harry, what's up with that house-elf you wrote about on holiday?

Looking back at this moment, Harry seemed to have forgotten about this matter.

I seem to remember it only when I perform ritual reinforcements for Dobby.

It took Harry a while longer to explain things to Professor Snape with some cuts.

The words Dobby said, as well as his own behavior, were all selectively deleted by Harry.

After listening, Professor Snape nodded silently: There are not many house-elves, and generally only pure-blooded Slytherin families can move them at will.

This is probably a Slytherin thing, and I'll help you find out what I can.

But don't get your hopes up because there's no house-elf name, and they all look alike.

Harry bowed slightly to thank the professor, then quickly left the office with her textbooks in her arms.

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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)