Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 293 292: What is a professor? Master of Terror!
The sun shines on the ancient castle of Hogwarts. She looks helplessly at the lesson plan and potion material list given to her by Snape. No one could have expected what happened today.

It's magical.

It is hard to even dream of such an absurd fact.

Hermione never thought about it.

I would have the honor to be a professor at Hogwarts.

And it was when I was still in the first grade.

of course.

Certainly not in his original identity.

This was the day when she was going to teach the Potions class in place of Snape. Although she knew it was not an easy task, she still had no choice but to bite the bullet and disguise herself as Snape.

Because Hermione did something that went against Snape's "personality", she ran very quickly when facing Professor Lockhart. This was mainly because her usual habit of respecting teachers played too much of a role.

"Oops!"

Hermione slid away very quickly.

She thought that if Lockhart couldn't react in time, it would be the same as if she didn't show her chicken feet - the idea was a bit childish, but after all, she was just a first-grade kid.

Eleven years old.

Because of this, Hermione was unable to hear Lockhart's last whisper, and didn't know that a small mistake would lead to her being exposed.

of course.

The nickname "Lockhart" itself means impostorship, so Aurora, who is taking Lockhart's face on behalf of her grandfather, is no different.

She wouldn't expose Hermione either.

This saved Hermione from death.

"Next are the first-year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs." For Hermione, not having to attend classes with classmates from the same year and college today was a blessing in disguise.

Because school has just started.

Snape's terrifying reputation was just beginning to emerge in these two colleges, and those young wizards were like a group of chirping sparrows, full of curiosity and anxiety.

"Quiet!" Hermione shouted in her best voice, but it had little effect. She took a deep breath, remembered Snape's usual appearance, and slammed the podium.

"It looks like someone wants to be made into a potion by me!"

This was an idea stolen from Ron. I have to say, it worked really well for the first-year wizards. Everyone was terrified and the classroom fell silent in an instant.

"Today we are going to learn a potion that even a pig can learn." Hermione said as she wrote down the steps on the blackboard. The sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard was particularly clear in the silent classroom.

The first-grade curriculum obviously did not pose any difficulty for this little witch. Her own field gave her confidence immediately. She explained each step in detail and with great confidence.

He even walked down from the podium from time to time to correct students' mistakes.

A little witch accidentally spilled powder outside the crucible, and Hermione immediately stepped forward, "This is very dangerous. It can cause an explosion if you are not careful. Remember, potion making requires concentration and rigor."

This is indeed what a Potions professor should be like.

of course.

This was only the case when facing first-year students. When the first-year courses were over and she had to teach senior students, Hermione immediately felt a little timid again.

"Fifth grade!"

Hermione Granger took a short break before a new class began. She took a deep breath. Of course, the little witch would be more nervous about teaching senior students.

This was not the first year, nor the second year, nor the third or fourth year, but the fifth year that was about to graduate. In Hermione's mind, it was the kind of concept that a "Dou Zong" strongman was so terrifying.

of course.

She didn't know Dou Zong, but she knew that even the poor students among these students had more knowledge than her, so she would feel hesitant again. After all, the fifth grade was the preparation year for OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination), so the course content usually focused more on the combination of practical skills and theoretical knowledge.

It is very important for students.

Hermione was also afraid that she would affect the students' future.

of course.

She was more afraid of being exposed.

"I am Snape, I am Snape, I am Snape."

Hermione understands what self-deception and psychological construction are.

She looked down at the large, heavy black robe she was wearing, and touched her current face and greasy black hair - a symbol of her identity as Professor Snape.

Snape's hair was worse than she had imagined, but it was also proof that Hermione felt she would not be suspected, as she now looked exactly like Snape.

Even the hair oil seems to be a one-to-one replica. Well, originally Snape had been using the shampoo that Ian gave him, but the busyness of the past few days made him return to his original image.

This is very difficult for the little witch who has always loved cleanliness.

But there is no way.

She could only endure the discomfort of the uncleanness and get herself in the right state. While there was still some time before the class, she began to use her specialty in the shadows in the corner of the corridor - rote memorization.

The effect of the Polyjuice Potion temporarily gave her Snape's appearance, but not his potion talent. Hermione knew about this potion in the library before she drank it.

now.

It was a chance for her to personally experience what it was like to become someone else, and an adult at that - to be honest, the experience was not as satisfying as Hermione had imagined.

The high field of vision made Hermione feel a little unstable, but after getting used to it, she no longer showed any weakness. The feeling even made Professor McGonagall, who met her by chance, think that she was really sick.

Professor McGonagall showed some concern.

Hermione was extremely nervous.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall did not have any doubts. After all, her behavior of hiding in the shadows was perfectly consistent with Snape's. It was just that the mentality of hiding in the shadows was different between the two.

She sighed, opened the door and walked in.

"Today we are studying Vitality Tonic." She whispered to herself, flipping open the notebook in her hand, trying to imitate a stern and serious tone, "Please turn to page 89."

She has been in great shape after two performances.

But the senior students were still stunned.

Looking up at Professor Snape, who seemed even more taciturn than usual, they exchanged glances.

"Why is he so... quiet today?"

"No curse words were used. It seems that his new drug research was successful."

"Yeah, he should have routinely insulted me by this time."

……

have to say.

The senior students also know Snape better than the junior students.

I felt uneasy.

Hermione ignored the whispers and just read out the contents of her notes.

She knew very well that although she was smart, she was not a true potion master after all. When faced with questions from lower grade students, she could still rely on her knowledge to cope with them.

But when the course entered the senior year, the situation became difficult. Fortunately, the fifth-year students worked very hard for the exams, and they only encountered problems when they started to practice brewing potions.

Originally, Hermione felt the same way.

I don’t know how to guide these seniors.

however.

She soon realized that Snape seemed to have predicted this and the notebook he gave her was not just a handout, but a complete teaching system - every page and every line anticipated students' questions and incorrect operations, and even the smallest mistakes they might make were recorded, with correction methods attached.

For the fifth-year students, every mistake they would make and how to guide them were almost predicted in the notebook, which stunned Hermione. She continued to attend classes, from the third grade to the repeater, and then to the seventh grade. Every time she encountered a difficult problem, she only needed to open her notebook to find the answer.

As the course progressed, Hermione felt that Snape was more powerful than she had imagined. No matter which grade or which student encountered problems when brewing potions, they were all recorded in detail in the notes. Even small details such as a student's hand shaking and a student's preference for secretly adding extra ingredients were mentioned.

Yes.

Not just theory, but also experimental procedures, common mistakes, and even students' names and their habitual mistakes.

"Patch will chop the mandrake roots too thick today."

"Weasley's cauldron will emit purple smoke on the third step."

“Irish would forget which way to stir, and the potion would go bad.”

"These two explosive ghosts should be driven out directly."

……

Yes.

Predictions down to the smallest detail.

Hermione could hardly believe her eyes. She finally understood why Snape could always tell who had done something wrong without even looking at their cauldrons.

He knew they would be wrong!
Hermione had a new understanding of her Potions professor. Looking at the heavy notebook in her hand, she felt respect for Snape for the first time.

What is a Potions Master.

This is.

Hermione also realized how valuable the Hogwarts professors are. It turns out that being a professor is not simply about imparting knowledge, but about understanding every student, predicting their behavior, and preparing countermeasures in advance. This kind of control is as awe-inspiring as magic itself.

“This is really amazing!”

At the end of the day's classes, Hermione closed her notebook tiredly and rubbed her brows.

Her throat was a little hoarse from imitating Snape's deep voice for a long time, and her feet were aching from standing all day. She suddenly realized that she had only seen Snape's stern side in the past, but never thought about what kind of dedication and insight was hidden behind his sternness.

It should be said that this is true for every professor. A professor is responsible for seven grades and four different colleges' courses, which means he is definitely much busier than the students.

It was fine for a day or two.

Perseverance day after day is truly admirable.

"As expected, one doesn't know how hard the teaching profession is until one has experienced it." Hermione dragged her feet towards the office, thinking about the expressions of the students in the class as she walked.

"Fortunately, Ron and Neville didn't come to cause trouble this afternoon." She murmured to herself, feeling somewhat relieved, "Otherwise, I really don't know how this would end."

She was indeed thankful that Ron and Neville didn't bother her this afternoon and didn't cause any trouble for her. This was a little beyond her expectations. She originally thought that Ron and Neville would hold her back a lot.

"It seems that they have also understood the hint I gave them." Thinking of this, Hermione looked at her two friends with admiration. However, when she pushed open the door, the scene in front of her made her freeze in an instant.

Snape was hanging upside down, pointing a wand at two people who were tied up like dumplings - Ron and Neville. Yes, these two boys really did what they said and sneaked into Snape's office.

only.

They failed to rescue Hermione, but they also discovered the truth. Because they discovered the truth, they naturally missed a day of classes. How could Snape allow two Gryffindor students who were even more talkative than Hermione to leave the office after discovering his situation? He directly gave the two students a bondage experience.

As a reward for the two men's "curiosity", Ron and Neville were tied tightly with magic ropes and stuffed with smelly socks in their mouths, which were undoubtedly Snape's smelly socks.

of course.

It must have been transformed.

The stink came from Transfiguration.

There were no bacteria, but there was no cleanliness or hygiene either. It was obvious that Snape wanted to teach the two of them a lesson, so the stench was so terrible that Hermione was a little afraid to get close to her two friends.

Friends are precious.

The most important thing is not to get your hands dirty.

"Why are they here!"

Hermione looked at her two friends. Neville and Ron were struggling in vain like two fish caught on shore, and she was a little hesitant to go forward.

"Isn't this the question I should be asking you, Miss Hermione Granger?" The real Snape was still hanging upside down in the middle of the office, his voice as cold as ice.

"These two idiots broke into the house directly without even knowing the unlocking spell - can't you even take care of your own friends?" Snape was really full of disgust towards Neville and Ron.

These two people are representatives of Gryffindor's academic background.

"They are too curious."

Hermione was also a little ashamed, she knew that it was because of her poor acting skills and her two friends did not understand her hints that this embarrassing situation came about.

"This is why Gryffindor students die quickly. I hope you are a smart Gryffindor and a Gryffindor who can keep his mouth shut and not reveal anything."

Snape sneered.

There was a dangerous gleam in his black eyes.

"of course not."

Hermione responded quickly.

"Good, this is the antidote."

Snape moved a jelly bean in front of Hermione.

Hermione, without any suspicion, quickly took the so-called antidote.

"So, I won't turn into a toad, right?"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not yet."

Snape never thought before telling a lie.

And at this time.

Hermione was just about to ask Snape what he was going to do with his two friends.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

There was a knock on the door.

"who!?"

Snape and Hermione both tensed.

"It's me, Professor Snape. I want to talk to you about some interesting issues." It was Lockhart's iconic voice, with a hearty but extremely unsettling laugh.

Hermione was nervous to say the least.

She thought about her exposed chicken feet in the afternoon.

(End of this chapter)