Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 190 Snape Against Neville
When get out of class ended, Snape actually went to drug Neville's toad.

Neville stood with a somber expression beside his cauldron, while Snape had already strolled over to Neville's side.

“Everyone’s gathered around,” Snape’s eyes lit up, “to see what happens to Longbottom’s toad.”

If he succeeds in making the shrinking potion, his toad will shrink into a tadpole; if he makes a mistake—and I have no doubt about that—the toad will be poisoned and die.

The Gryffindor students watched in fear, while the Slytherin students watched with excitement.

Snape, holding the toad Rafer in his left hand, placed a small spoon into Neville's potion, which was now green.

He poured a few drops down Leif's throat.

After a moment of silence, Rafer was panting heavily, and then with a soft "poof," the tadpole Rafer wriggled in Snape's palm.

The Gryffindor students applauded.

Snape, looking annoyed, pulled a small bottle from his robe pocket and poured a few drops on Ralph. Ralph suddenly reappeared, now a fully grown toad.

"Deduct five points from Gryffindor."

These words wiped the smiles off everyone's faces.

"I told you not to help him, Miss Granger, get out of class dismissed!"

When it was time to eat, Ron told Damon everything without embellishing anything.

"So he kicked me out just to show off his power—how childish."

Damon chuckled and glanced sideways at Snape on the classroom seat—Snape sensed something and, upon meeting Damon's gaze, slightly tugged at his collar uncomfortably.

“I’m telling you, Hermione’s really acting strange! When we were going downstairs just now, she was behind me one minute, and the next minute she was at the top of the stairs. I saw at least twelve big, heavy books in her backpack—why do you think she’s carrying so many books?”

Are you talking badly about me?

"Wow!"

Ron screamed in fright at Hermione's sudden appearance—even though he had already confirmed that Hermione wasn't there before he said that.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron and said irritably:

"You have no idea how many classes I have. Instead of talking about this, why don't you help me bring a book to my Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon?"

Her tone was somewhat hurried, suggesting that running with a heavy backpack was not an easy task for her.

"Hermione, I must remind you again, you are a witch."

Damon reached out and lifted Hermione's bag—it suddenly became lighter, along with the books inside.

"You're right. I've been so busy, thank you so much, Damon!"

“That’s not the point, man. Don’t you think she’s hiding something from us?” Ron whispered in Damon’s ear as he watched Hermione eat rapidly, seemingly starving. “Hermione has never eaten like this before—she looks ravenous.”

Damon glanced at Ron, said nothing, and continued eating.

His subtle attitude puzzled Ron, who fell silent during the rest of the meal—he felt there must be something he hadn't considered.

Professor Lupin's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class began.

He was as ragged as when he arrived, with a gentle smile on his face, and placed his tattered suitcase on the lectern.

Fortunately, his face wasn't so pale anymore—perhaps because he had eaten a few solid meals at Hogwarts. "Good afternoon," he said. "Please put your books back in your bags. Today is a practical lesson, and you only need your wands."

This one sentence alone caused the students in the audience to exchange expressions of surprise—these poor kids had spent their entire first grade in a classroom filled with the smell of garlic, listening to the stuttering Quirrell read things that sounded like a storybook, without learning a single thing about Defense Against the Dark Arts.

After the comical incident involving the cage of Cornish elves when Lockhart was in second grade, he never let them touch a wand again.

In other words, this is only the second time they have used a wand in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Then, please follow me, okay?"

Lupin led the students out of the classroom and led them down the deserted corridor.

The first thing they encountered was Peeves—floating upside down in mid-air, stuffing chewing gum into the nearest keyhole.

Professor Lupin didn't look up until he was two feet away from Peeves, and then he started singing, wiggling his curled toes.

"Stupid and muddle-headed Lupin," sang Pippi the Ghost, "Stupid and muddle-headed Lupin, stupid and muddle-headed Lupin—"

Peeves is usually rude, unruly, and difficult to manage, but he generally shows some respect for teachers. However, he's displaying this attitude towards Lupin.
“If I were you, Peeves, I would take the gum out of the keyhole,” Lupin said cheerfully. “Mr. Filch won’t be able to go in and get the broom.”

"That stupid and muddle-headed Lupin wants to tell Pippi to stop causing trouble? He's clearly an adventurous guy himself."

Peeves dismissed Professor Lupin's words, even blowing a big bubble with his new chewing gum—but amidst his playfulness, he kept his eyes fixed on Damon, who was standing among the students.

If Damon makes any move, Peeves will run away immediately.

Lupin was not angry; he simply sighed and shook his head, saying:
“This is a useful little spell,” he said, turning to the class. “Watch closely.”

He raised his wand to shoulder height and pointed it at Pippi:

"Wadi Vasi!"

"call out!"

The chewing gum in the keyhole shot out like a bullet and went straight into Pipi Ghost's left nostril!
"Damn Lupin! I'm not playing with you anymore!"

The little devil immediately turned away and rose sharply, cursing all the way.

"Woo~~~"

The students cheered and applauded, showing even more respect for Lupin, who was dressed in rags—they had been bullied by Pikachu quite a bit, and some of them had even cried in first grade.

Lu Ping led the students forward and into the faculty lounge on the first floor.

The faculty lounge was a long space filled with mismatched old chairs, and a teacher happened to be there at that moment.

Professor Snape sat in a low armchair. As the students entered, he looked around with a gleam in his eyes and a mocking smile on his lips.

After Professor Lupin entered and closed the door behind him, Snape said:

"Don't close it, Lupin, I'd better not look." He stood up and walked past the whole class, his black robe fluttering behind him.

Upon reaching the porch, he turned and said:
“Lupin, perhaps no one has warned you, but Neville Longbottom is in this class, and I advise you not to ask him to do anything difficult unless Miss Granger whispers instructions in his ear.”

It seems he's still bothered by what happened during the day.

(End of this chapter)