Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

As soon as Snape left, the trio immediately smiled.

"That's so cool!" Ron said excitedly, "Professor, you can make old...Snape speechless with just one sentence!"

Hermione asked curiously: "Professor, does your mother know Harry's mother?"

"We have had some interactions, but their friendship is not deep," Tver patted Harry on the shoulder, "Okay, what are you guys doing standing here? Holding a performance debate?"

"It's Malfoy," Harry pointed at the slightly embarrassed Malfoy, "He spelled Neville's leg!"

Tver glanced at Neville and saw that he was indeed hit by a leg-locking spell.

After snapping his fingers and helping Neville dispel the magic, he turned around and stared at Malfoy, who was about to run away.

"Teach...Professor, I was just practicing magic, yes, practicing magic, and then accidentally..." Under Tweel's expressionless gaze, Malfoy lowered his head and spoke softer and softer.

"Ten points from Slytherin," Tver said calmly, "Mr. Malfoy, bullying your classmates does not show your strength, but will make you look more cowardly."

"Yes, Professor."

Malfoy still lowered his head, unable to see clearly the expression on his face. Only his hands twisting the hem of his robe showed his inner tangle.

Tver went over and patted his arm to comfort him.

"Your magic talent is very strong, but sometimes you need to choose the right way to use it, otherwise it will be no different than wasted."

"By the way, I will be visiting your house during the summer vacation. Do you want to welcome me?"

"Of course you are welcome," Malfoy immediately raised his head, "I... we will always look forward to your arrival!"

He was so excited that he didn't waste a second and ran towards the owl loft with his two followers.

Ron pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, "Is the professor very close to the Malfoy family?"

"Don't forget, I also come from a pure-blood family, and pure-blood families are always related to each other." Tver shrugged indifferently.

"That's much better than Snape," Harry emphasized loudly. "If there is anyone in the school who is the most bad guy, it must be him!"

Contrary to the plot, Harry did not miss any Quidditch matches due to injury.

However, due to the sequelae of lethargy, he failed to catch the Golden Snitch immediately in the game. As a referee, Snape's bias was obviously causing Gryffindor to fall behind significantly.

Although he still caught the Golden Snitch in the end, due to the score difference, he just lost to Hufflepuff by ten points and unfortunately missed the Quidditch Cup.

Even though he knew from Dumbledore that Snape was protecting him, it didn't stop Snape from becoming the person he hated most.

Tver looked at him solemnly.

"Harry, as long as you can't see his heart, don't judge a person, because this view is often one-sided."

Harry blinked in confusion, but Tweel had no interest in explaining, and instead looked at Neville who had been silent for a long time.

"You guys go back first, I have something to talk to Neville about."

Among the trio, only Hermione had a more delicate mind, and she immediately noticed something was wrong with Neville.

Ron and Harry wanted to open their mouths to ask questions, but Hermione pulled them away.

"Let's take a walk in the corridor. Although it's almost evening, the sunshine is still very good." Tver suggested.

Neville followed silently.

Whether students are taking exams or preparing for exams, they will basically not wander into the corridor, so they will not interfere with the conversation between the two of them.

After walking for a while, maybe it was the sunshine that gave Neville the courage. He whispered, "Professor, am I useless? I can't even break the leg-locking curse."

"The leg-locking spell is not a simple magic. You have to admit that Malfoy's talent in this area is very good, but it does not mean that your talent is poor."

"Just like this exam, your results are very satisfactory to me."

Neville, however, lowered his head unconfidently and rambled on about his shortcomings.

"However, I always forget something unconsciously, and the spell casting is not smooth. I will-"

Twil suddenly stopped and turned to face Neville, who almost bumped into him.

"I mean, your grades are great."

Neville's round face suddenly turned red, and his mouth opened in surprise, but he didn't know what to say.

"The problem you have has nothing to do with yourself, and it is not impossible to overcome it. Or does it mean that you lack the courage to overcome it?"

"I...I," his expression suddenly struggled, "I just don't want to waste the professor's time!"

"Harry and Malfoy are so talented, Hermione is so smart, and Ron has made much greater progress than me after taking private lessons for a month."

"I am the only one who has always failed the professor's teachings. I feel that if the professor chooses other students, he might be able to show better abilities."

Neville finally breathed a sigh of relief after saying what he had been holding in his heart.

Although I really want to study with the professor all the time, my talent is so poor that it might drag down the professor's teaching evaluation.

Such an excellent professor really shouldn't waste time on himself.

Tver shook his head helplessly.

He couldn't just say to Neville directly that your soul was worthy of his study, right?

And after a little research last time, he understood the magical will line from Neville, which helped him find Helga in the Forbidden Forest.

This alone was enough for him to give Neville a small class for seven years.

What's more, he still hasn't figured out Neville's situation.

He had a hunch that Neville had the key to his soul!

"Look into my eyes." Turville was as cold as Snape, and Neville was immediately frightened and looked up quickly.

Seeing a glint in Tver's eyes, Neville felt his memories constantly reappearing in front of his eyes.

He was accidentally pushed from the Black Lake Pier by his relatives and almost drowned;

When he was 8 years old, he was hung headfirst from an upstairs window. He missed again, but this time he bounced up, flew across the garden, and fell onto the road.

When I was one year old, I saw a bad guy break into my house...

But there is no follow-up. It seems that this is the part eliminated by the Forgetting Curse.

Tver stopped Legilimency.

But this still does not explain how the loss of a small piece of memory affects a person's spellcasting. 7K妏揩

It was like there was a small gap in Neville's memory, but this gap was not related to spell casting.

Logically speaking, even forgetfulness would not make Neville's spellcasting laggy.

Unless, this small gap affects the soul!

Tver quickly suppressed his ecstatic smile.

Although I can't wait to test my idea, I still have to thank Neville for his selfless dedication.

"Did you see that?" He smiled and squatted in front of Neville, "You are a true wizard, but some things are hindering you, waiting for you to overcome."

"But, what are those?" Neville asked doubtfully.

"This requires us to work together." Tver encouraged.

"Don't give up easily, stand up and face it bravely. This school year is over, but it doesn't matter. I will always help you from next school year on."

"Or are you saying that you don't want to change yourself?"

"Of course not!" Neville's eyes were red, but he forced his tears back, "I will never let you down!"

"That's good, go back and prepare for the final exam. I'm looking forward to next semester."