Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 140 Valentine's Day is coming
"Hmph hmph hmph hmph~ Hmph hmph hmph hmph~"

Inside the office, Snape, who was cleaning the equipment, couldn't help but hum a happy tune.

Upon realizing that Damon was still in the office, he immediately put on a stern face.

"What, does being a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts make you this happy?"

You're quite easily satisfied.

"You don't understand how annoying it is to face a bunch of stupid pigs who don't understand what black magic is or what dueling is every day."

Can you imagine waking up every day to see a group of tiny giants walking in front of you?

They were like moving targets, their movements loose and devoid of any fighting spirit. Their only understanding of dueling was to stand still and foolishly cast spells at each other.

"It really is."

Damon thought about it and couldn't refute it.

Hasn't the quality of Defense Against the Dark Arts instruction at Hogwarts always been this poor?

Or rather, even in Transfiguration and Charms, they could only barely pass. The professors at Hogwarts might be good people and excellent magic masters, but as for being good teachers, well, their professional ethics were probably up to par; their teaching quality was really not something to be expected.

But Damon thought that when he was in high school in his previous life, his teachers were all relatively outstanding students who had graduated from top universities, while he himself still ended up with a vocational college degree. Okay, never mind.

"Anyway, if you like it, then cherish it. I reckon you won't be teaching for long before Dumbledore finds someone to replace you."

Damon waved his hand, preparing to leave.

"What, you've already found out the news?"

Snape looked somewhat wary.

"Well, maybe it's someone you don't really like. Anyway, cherish it, although I don't know what's so precious about a life with 96 classes a week."

The teachers at Hogwarts are already incredibly demanding, with each teacher responsible for teaching seven years, totaling about 48 class hours. Now, Snape is also taking on the role of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and he has to grade twice as many assignments. Without the Time-Turner, can he really finish all those classes?

Damon shrank back, too lazy to think about it anymore.

The news of Snape taking over the class caused quite a stir, but fortunately, the Slytherin students seem to have learned their lesson recently, rarely showing disrespect to other students anymore. Malfoy, in particular, has never insulted anyone since his second year, at most exchanging a few words with Harry—his recent change is truly remarkable, and his performance in class is getting better and better.

However, Harry and Ron underwent a complete transformation, and even Neville learned quite well—though his "quite well" was already among the best of the other students.

"To be honest, I feel like it's all over. The 150 points you won in Quidditch, and the 200 points Damon helped Professor Dumbledore earn, will soon be all taken away by Snape."

Can you imagine? Double the number of classes, double the points deducted.

Before class, Ron, who arrived at the classroom thirty minutes early, couldn't resist playing cricket with Damon.

"It's okay, we can earn more. He can't deduct it all!"

Harry seemed very determined, while Hermione stood by, looking dejected and silently reading her book—the Lockhart incident had dealt her a heavy blow, and she was still somewhat unsettled.

Damon flipped through the book "Ancient Runic Texts: An Initial Explanation" in his hands, smiling without saying a word.

As the music for class began, Snape, dressed in a dark robe, strode into the classroom—amazingly, he had even tidied himself up today; had he washed his hair?

He seemed to be in pretty good shape overall.

But his face remained as sour as ever. He simply stood at the classroom door, scanning each student with his gaze, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Then he began the lesson, leaving the textbook on the table without even opening it.

When he saw some students still carrying ridiculous books like "Walking with Trolls" and Lockhart's textbooks, a mocking smile appeared on his lips again.

"Two points deducted from Gryffindor, because you troll brought a completely useless book to class."

The student whose name was called blushed with embarrassment and hid the book behind his back.

Snape walked among the students, coldly observing them. Those who met his gaze avoided eye contact. Only Damon looked at him with a playful smile. Snape turned his head to the other side, refusing to look at this arrogant young man.

You might think that Defense Against the Dark Arts is just about learning a few more spells, or some meaningless dogma.

But I want to tell you, there are no jokes or tricks like Lockhart's clown's here.

I never expected him to directly state his opinion of Lockhart.

However, at this point, no one really cared, not even Hermione was emotionally unmoved.

"But when I come to teach, you'd better understand that this course is a matter of life and death."

He slowly returned to the front of the podium, his eyes like those of a snake.

"Black magic is not the other spells you learn in class. It is full of danger and trickery, and once you make a mistake, the consequences are often irreversible."

You'd better pay 100% attention in this lecture. This isn't just about passing the exam; it's about surviving in the future should you encounter dark magic.

"Today, I will not teach you any profound spells. Your first priority is to survive."

"Excellent lecture, professor."

After Snape's first class, the students from the other three houses completely changed their opinion of him—what Snape taught perfectly matched their expectations of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Harry and the others' gazes towards him changed; it would be even better if he didn't keep deducting Gryffindor points like crazy during class.

"Do you need to tell me?"

Faced with Damon's praise, Snape raised his chin and quickly left, not letting Damon see the corners of his mouth turn up.

After Christmas, the Weasley twins officially began selling prank products at school, and they immediately received a lot of positive feedback, especially since many people needed to use the prank products to fake illness and escape Snape's class.

But as January drew to a close and February arrived, Gemini gradually received more and more specific requests—could they create some prank products related to men and women?

It was as if an invisible wind was blowing through the campus, mingling with the gradually intensifying fragrance of flowers, sealed packages, and private transactions, all blending together to create an indelible and enchanting atmosphere.

I don't know from which day or which person it started, but inevitably, the phrase "Valentine's Day" began to emerge in the auditorium.

The commotion that was originally hidden deep in the sea suddenly came to the surface, and the previously faint festive atmosphere instantly became real, even though Valentine's Day was still half a month away.

But everyone inevitably began to realize something serious and crazy.

Valentine's Day is coming.

(End of this chapter)