HP: At the beginning, I influenced Snape's childhood.

Lin Mo supervised the young wizards as they concocted potions, while Snape sat beside the podium, watching the young wizards busily working in the potions classroom.

Without Snape's occasional sarcastic remarks, the young wizards seemed exceptionally relaxed. Under Lin Mo's guidance, many of them exceeded expectations in completing their Potions class assignments.

Lin Mo paid special attention to the Weasley twins and a few junior wizards whose potion-making skills he had previously studied, fearing that they might make some irreversible mistakes.

There was one exception among those he paid attention to: Kalebo. His potions were excellent, but Lin Mo still noticed him. He discovered that Kalebo's potion-making method was not quite the same as what was described in the textbook, and it seemed that he had made some changes.

Kalebo's unusual behavior and the strange looks he received several times piqued Lin Mo's interest, but only slightly. He didn't want to waste time on something so unpredictable; he was confident in his abilities and would deal with whatever came his way.

As the end of get out of class approached, the young wizards gradually approached the podium and handed their potions to Snape. Snape carefully examined each potion made by a young wizard, and some surprised him.

His gaze turned somewhat complicated as he looked at Lin Mo, who was still instructing the young wizards. The young wizards didn't seem to dislike potions; they just disliked their professors.

Snape had also been a student once, and even though his experience was very different from that of these sheltered young wizards, he knew, from the same background, what kind of professors students preferred.

Over the years, how could Snape not know how bad his reputation was among the younger generation of Hogwarts and even the entire wizarding world?

But that's exactly what he wanted. He didn't hesitate to show others his indifference, his gloom, and his tyranny. He wanted the world to know that if they wanted to live well, they had to stay away from him. Beneath his hard and terrifying shell lay a lonely soul and a heart riddled with holes.

Since he chose to be alone, he no longer needed anyone to accompany him. He despised all pity and hated all self-righteous preaching, which was both his pride and his inferiority complex.

Now that he is a professor, he certainly wants to cultivate a capable student, so he pushes aside the thorns of others and sets very high standards for his students.

But now a blue-eyed brat is right in front of him, silently proving to him that he seems to have gone down the wrong path in teaching.

His teaching not only imparts useful and refined knowledge, but also demands extremely high standards, because he himself had come this far step by step.

At that time, he didn't have a strict teacher around him to remind him to strive for excellence every day. He could only explore on his own, and after hitting setbacks time and time again, he embarked on an unknown journey once more.

Snape felt a pang of self-mockery; he hadn't realized the young wizards' situation was different from his own. Most of them had the protection of parents and elders, so they didn't need to go through as many detours, and their temporary laziness wouldn't be a problem.

Most of them come from well-off families or have happy homes, so why should they suffer so much and have to listen to an annoying professor criticize them?

He wasn't sure whether he should be glad he had achieved his goal or laugh at himself for not recognizing the reality of the situation.

Lin Mo's first Potions class as a teaching assistant ended just like that. Rumors also spread at Hogwarts that Lin Mo no longer needed to take Defense Against the Dark Arts class and had become a Potions teaching assistant.

Furthermore, because Lin Mo treated every young wizard with gentleness and sunshine, relieving them of the anxiety and fear of being criticized in Potions class, and occasionally offering a little relaxation when grading their homework, even more people joined Lin Mo's fan club, and even more people said they liked Lin Mo.

Within a few days, the young wizards who had entered Hogwarts from the Feather Shadow also united and systematically boosted Lin Mo's reputation.

However, Lin Mo had no time to care about what others thought or said. He led Bai Ze to the room where every request was granted, focused his mind, and entered a quiet, undisturbed room.

"Changfeng, when will Bai Ze be able to turn into a human?" Lin Mo looked at the falcon on his left arm guard and asked Changfeng in his mind.

"It's around this time," Changfeng replied.

The two waited quietly for a while, and then Bai Ze suddenly flew down from Lin Mo's left arm and stood on the ground. Seeing this, Lin Mo took out a set of white robes from his spatial storage and placed them on the ground not far from Bai Ze, then turned his back to Bai Ze.

Soon, Lin Mo heard a sound behind him. Bai Ze's limbs and head began to transform into human hands, feet, and head, and the feathers on his body gradually disappeared, turning into smooth skin.

After a short while, Bai Ze transformed into human form. He put on the clothes Lin Mo had placed on the ground, looked at Lin Mo's back, and said, "Brother Mo, turn around, I'm all dressed."

Lin Mo heard Bai Ze's soft, somewhat aloof yet repulsive voice and turned to Bai Ze. Later, he learned that Bai Ze's soft voice was only directed at him; he didn't like anyone else.

Bai Ze was dressed in white, making him appear tall and slender, with an elegant and refined air, like a noble young master who had just entered the world. His hair was white because of the natural color of his feathers.

"Little Bai Ze is very handsome." Lin Mo looked at the teenager, who was only a little shorter than him, with satisfaction and a gentle smile.

Changfeng was stunned in the space. He knew that Bai Ze would be good-looking after transforming into human form, but he did not expect him to be this good-looking.

Waaaaah, he's heartbroken, he's angry. Will his little Mo stop loving him because of this white-haired brat? No, he should have never let Bai Ze transform.

Changfeng was playing around and making a fuss when he suddenly stopped. He suddenly remembered something that wasn't so friendly to him.

"Um... Xiao Mo, don't get excited yet. There's something I might need to tell you." Chang Feng's voice sounded a little dazed.

"What's wrong?" Lin Mo was made more serious by Chang Feng's voice.

"It seems, it's possible, that I gave your nine little wolf cubs the same gift as Bai Ze. Why don't you tell Lin Boyan beforehand, so as not to scare him?" Changfeng said, wishing he could slap himself twice, realizing he had just created another rival for Xiao Mo.

I'm so tired, I want to cry. (ಥ㉨ಥ)

Author's rambling: Have you noticed that Spellcaster only refers to himself as "your poor Potions Master" when speaking to Little Mo? When speaking to others, he refers to himself as "some poor Potions Master"?