Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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I was kicked out of my office by Professor Snape.

To be precise, it was thrown out.

The reason is this -

After I completely ignored Hoffman's long list of brilliant titles that are enough to make normal people dread, and screamed in front of Professor Snape, his face was already somber as if he was being bitten by twins. The office was blown up, and it looked like I was picked upside down and poured out the water in my head.

Then it's impossible for a Quan O student like me with a bright eye to ignore this ominous omen?

I immediately pointed out that when I was in the third grade, an authoritative international magazine on potions published a research paper on potions published by him and Hoffman, and then praised Professor Snape's work before I was hung up. How brilliant the academic achievements are, how profound the potion theory is, how shocking impression and profound influence that paper gave me...

Anyway, after such a combination of punches, Professor Snape's face looked a lot better.

——Just as I know Riddle's ill intentions for me, but still find pleasure in his sweet talk and courteous attitude, Professor Snape must also be able to see my intentions, but still be pleased.

There's no way, because that's what we eat.

——Thank myself for living like a Ravenclaw. If I had been assigned to Gryffindor, it would be useless for me to praise Professor Snape as the reincarnation of Merlin.

After teaching me for seven full years, all the professors knew my nature well enough to tell me to restrain my thirst for knowledge, just like persuading Voldemort to be good. Not to mention impossible, at least there is no hope before the world is destroyed.

Professor Snape didn't bother to talk to me, and waved me away after handing over the letter of recommendation to me.

I mean, he asked me to leave with dignity.

Originally, I could really walk out decently.

Could have really been.

But I was too excited holding the recommendation letter, and by accident, I took out my guts and asked Professor Snape with a smile, "I got the recommendation letter from Mr. Hoffman before I even took the NEWTs. Not surprised, is it because you have full confidence in your favorite student?"

Merlin's beard, I must have stolen Gryffindor's guts - in terms of seriousness, it might have been the Savior himself.

Professor Snape looked like I was forcing him to swallow a pound of slugs.

"I'm assuming Miss Sweet has room for a bit of sanity in addition to her absurd experiments with Azkaban access, noticing her mentor's too...brilliant resume and overly critical personality , and then examine her mediocre self, what is there for the other party to plot." He said coldly, "Or, maybe she thinks Hoffman is a kind-hearted person who loves to do charity."

My eyes widened in disbelief.

Professor Snape looked at me with a sneer, mocking my naivety coldly.

"I can't believe—" I murmured.

Professor Snape snorted, "I can't believe it, hmph, it's surprising that there is Miss Sweet..."

"Professor, so you really didn't refute that I'm your favorite student, right?!"

—and I flew sideways out of the Potions Master's office.

"boom--"

The office door slammed shut against my wizard robes.

"Cough, cough, cough!" I tried my best to spit out the soot that fell all over my face from nowhere, finally reached the wand, cast a cleansing spell on myself, opened my eyes, and met the strange eyes of the students passing by , showing a smirk from Professor Snape's favorite student, and slipped away quickly.

"So, how on earth did you get Hoffman's recommendation letter?" Agatha looked left and right with the recommendation letter, and finally asked me seriously, "You don't really believe that Hoffman is just innocent to you?" support, right?"

--of course not.

At the very beginning, when I became interested in the Romanian Institute of Magical Beasts, I already got to know all the famous masters. Of course, Hoffman, the director, could not escape my investigation, so for I knew a great deal about this man's "great past," and even his character.

To put it simply, he was a bastard who relied on his talent and strength to let himself be an unscrupulous bastard when he was young, and was brainwashed and fanatically followed by Grindelwald in middle age, until Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore and the Witch Party scattered. It was only then that he came to his senses and realized that he was wasting his life in mediocrity. Fortunately, he did not commit any serious crimes. Relying on his outstanding means and superb level of magic, he returned to the camp of the White Wizard and put on the " The epitome of "high moral and respected" and "safety education research".

But in fact, he is neither virtuous nor highly respected, nor does he devote himself to teaching.

Anyway, Hoffman's life plan probably does not include teaching and educating people. Naturally, there is no way to talk about my "supporting younger generations".

Now that Hoffman was in his later years, he was only more cunning than ever, and more cautious and critical than ever.

In fact, the reason why I was able to impress him was because the document I sent to him was mixed with a research on potions and alchemy that I carefully designed, which was highly lethal and unstable—but I didn't have to impress him. I cast a wide net to catch more fish, and every mentor communicated with him.

However, this is not the reason why he, as the director of the Romanian Institute, wrote a letter of recommendation directly to me, an unknown person whom I have never even met.

In short, my research results must have moved him and met his purpose, so he chose me.

"So, what are you going to do?" Agatha asked with a frown after listening to me cutting out the complicated and simplifying (actually, I was blurring the facts and removing the part of the lethal research results), "Why don't you go? In case of danger Woolen cloth?"

"It's only April now, don't worry." I laughed, and under Agatha's unbelievable gaze, I pulled out the parchment and quill, "Just in time, I have a lot of questions to ask this brilliant great magician .”

"You even prepared side assistance for yourself!!"

Agatha was furious.

I looked up and gave her the smirk of Professor Snape's favorite student.