Hogwarts: Who uses a crowbar in wizard duels?

Three days later, Dumbledore found Kevin.

"Kevin, your status as a potions teaching assistant has been arranged, and your room has been found. Come with me."

Upon arriving at Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore led Kevin to an empty room on the eighth floor of the castle.

The room is square, about 3m x 3m in size, but fortunately it has a small window.

But as Dumbledore raised his hand, the size of the room began to change visibly.

The room seemed to have been stretched out of thin air, turning into a rectangular space.

It suddenly grew to more than five or six times its original size, becoming 15 meters wide and 5 meters long.

"Alright Kevin, this will be your workspace from now on. You can arrange it however you like."

Dumbledore looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction and nodded, then said to Kevin.

"Thank you, Professor."

Kevin was quite satisfied with the place; from now on, this would be his personal space at Hogwarts.

"You're welcome, child. But there's one thing I must remind you: staying here is your privilege, you can't bring other little witches to stay overnight."

Dumbledore looked at Kevin and smiled knowingly.

"Uh, how could that be? I don't know what you're talking about..."

Kevin said awkwardly that he had indeed considered bringing Hermione to stay here for a moment.

But thinking about it, he decided against it. His application for this privilege was already outrageous enough. Bringing people to stay here without permission would only make things difficult for Dumbledore and put him in a crisis of abusing his privilege.

At most, Hermione can only come here as a guest during the day or something.

Dumbledore nodded, preparing to leave, but before he left, he added, "Oh, by the way, go see Professor Snape later. The holidays are almost over, so go and ask him about the course schedule for each year and get ready."

"I believe you can become an excellent teaching assistant."

After saying that, Dumbledore winked at Kevin and then left.

A good teaching assistant...

If I could stay here as a professor after graduation, that seems like a pretty good option.

Soon Kevin went to see Professor Snape, who had also learned that Kevin was about to become a teaching assistant.

"You will teach the courses for grades one through three later."

Professor Snape simply left behind this one sentence and a few lists.

These include a list of textbooks for grades one through three, course schedules, and student transcripts for each grade and college.

"But Professor Snape, I'm just a teaching assistant..."

Kevin, seeing Snape's apparent intention to wash his hands of the matter, couldn't help but offer a reminder.

"Now, Mr. Kevin."

"I'm officially handing over the teaching authority for Potions classes from grades one to three to you. Any questions?"

Snape stopped his potion-making, looked up at Kevin coldly, and said...

"there is none left..."

"That old bat is definitely getting revenge on me..." Kevin thought to himself.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Kevin, if more than 10 students under your supervision fail to pass the final exams, I have the right to unilaterally revoke your teaching assistant status."

Snape gave Kevin a sinister smile, his expression resembling that of a villain in a movie.

"...Huh?" Kevin was also taken aback.

Why is your teacher qualification exam scheduled after I start working?

Hmm, this is going to be a bit tricky.

There are about forty or fifty students in each grade.

There are nearly 150 students across the three grades.

No more than 10 students can fail.

The old bat really wanted revenge on me!

In the end, Kevin had no choice but to agree.

If all else fails, I'll just continue using Professor Snape's workspace and tease him every day!

With that thought in mind, Kevin returned to his workspace.

Looking at the empty room, Kevin took out some wooden shelves and cabinets and a large table that he had prepared in advance, and put some rarely used materials from his bag on them, as well as the equipment for making medicine.

All these items, once arranged, only occupied half of the room.

He placed a large sofa and a table on the other side, which served as a resting place. There was no need to put a bed there; he could take a short nap on the sofa.

Even so, there was still a large empty space in the middle, so Kevin simply ignored it.

He might move out in six months.

They really asked for trouble.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Kevin opened the door and saw Hermione standing there, looking quite pretty.

"Hermione, how did you find your way here?"

He only found out today that the workshop was located here, and he didn't have time to tell Hermione and the others.

"I met Professor Dumbledore on the way, and he told me about it."

Hermione walked in and looked around Kevin's new workspace.

"This place is huge! Is it some kind of Seamless Stretching Charm?"

Hermione looked at the room Kevin had just tidied up and said.

Kevin placed all the potion-related items in the left side of the room, since the window was there and it would be convenient to let some of the smell dissipate.

There was a large sofa and a table at the far right of the room, which looked very simple.

"That's right, it was the Stretching Charm that Professor Dumbledore used. This place is about the size of one of our rooms."

Perhaps because it's on the eighth floor, there's a window letting in sunlight, so it's not as dark as Professor Snape's workroom.

"So, can I stay here from now on, read books, do my homework, and then go back to the Gryffindor common room together when curfew starts at night?"

Hermione said, sitting on the sofa, that there was a quiet place at Hogwarts where they could be alone, and she seemed very happy.

"Hmm, you can do it if you want."

Kevin said that Hermione could stay however she wanted as long as she didn't stay overnight.

"However, Hermione, I need to meet certain conditions for this room to continue to be used."

Kevin sighed and sat down on the sofa, resting his head on Hermione's lap, and poured out his troubles to her.

Hermione stroked Kevin's head as he recounted Professor Snape's demands.

After hearing this, Hermione laughed and said, "I told you not to mess with him, but you didn't listen. Now look what happened."

"He's just being petty," Kevin said.

Kevin, who was resting his head on her lap, complained to her like a big kid.

Hermione smiled; she believed Kevin could do it, but she didn't say so, as that would put pressure on him.

So Hermione leaned down and kissed Kevin, who was resting his head on her lap.

"At worst, we'll just quit being teaching assistants. What's there to be afraid of?"

Hermione stroked Kevin's head and said.

Kevin buried his face in Hermione's belly and mumbled, "Hermione, I don't want to try anymore."

"Then don't bother trying anymore, I'll take care of you from now on."

Hermione stroked Kevin's head, speaking as if coaxing a child.

She was actually very serious when she said that. Although Kevin always seemed carefree, Hermione knew that Kevin had always worked very hard, extremely hard.

So she felt sorry for Kevin, and she thought Kevin didn't need to push himself so hard.

Kevin chuckled in Hermione's arms, nuzzling against her belly.

Hermione's belly smelled sweet and felt soft, so comfortable.

......

The holiday is finally over, and in less than a month, the second competition will begin.

However, the young wizards still had to attend classes as usual; the competition ultimately had nothing to do with them.

"I heard that Professor Snape is no longer in charge of our Potions class for the first to third years, and a new teaching assistant has taken over the classes for him."

"Great, I don't have to attend Professor Snape's class."

"But is the new teacher as good as Professor Snape? My dad said that Professor Snape is a famous Potions Master, and even his disciple Kevin is now a Potions Master."

"Who cares, as long as he's not as scary as Professor Snape."

Dumbledore had already told the younger students about replacing Potions with new teaching assistants.

However, he kept them in suspense and didn't tell them who the new teaching assistant was.

Today is the first Potions class of the second semester, taught to both second-year Gryffindors and Slytherins.

Just as the group of little girls were discussing amongst themselves, it was time for class to start.

A person wearing a blue robe and cloak walked in.

The whole class fell silent in an instant.

Because they all know this person.

"Good afternoon, students. I believe you have all received the news that I will be your Potions teacher from now on until all your third-year courses are completed."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Kevin."