Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 382, ​​Section 376: The Tonkin Master at Hogwarts

After learning that Umbridge had been dismissed and the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had become vacant, Snape once again tried to apply for the job, but unsurprisingly, he was rejected by Dumbledore again.

Under normal circumstances, Dumbledore might have been troubled by the issue of a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and might have actually given it to Snape.

However, that's not the case now; there are many other candidates.

Of course, the overall Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher wouldn't be Grindelwald. That was the exclusive professor for fifth-year wizards. Firstly, the fewer people who knew his identity, the better. Secondly, and most importantly, that guy was too good at using language, and Dumbledore didn't trust him to teach other young wizards.

Sirius!

During a fourth-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Colin looked at Sirius Black, who was dressed in a more serious style of clothing, and exclaimed excitedly.

Then Sirius, who had been maintaining a serious demeanor for a second, couldn't keep up his professorial image and flashed him a big, hearty smile.

That's right, the new Professor of Dark Arts at Hogwarts is Sirius Black.

In order to spend more time with Harry, he went to Dumbledore immediately after learning that Umbridge had been expelled and volunteered to help.

Dumbledore naturally agreed.

Although Sirius Black was imprisoned by Azkaban for more than ten years, as an adult wizard, he was more than capable of teaching a group of young wizards who had not yet graduated.

Snape was furious when he learned that the position he had dreamed of had been snatched away, and for a whole week he kept a distance from everyone.

Although Sirius Black came to Hogwarts for Harry's sake, he was unhappy that Harry's fifth year was missing from his class of young wizards. He even went over to the fifth-year class to provoke them.

He publicly questioned Grindelwald's abilities.

Trying to show off in front of Harry.

Then he was thoroughly humiliated.

Grindelwald randomly picked a Hufflepuff wizard and remotely taught Sirius Black a good beating.

He was then used as a negative example and severely criticized for the entire class. It is said that Sirius Black was distraught when he left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, as if he had turned into black and white.

Snape's anger subsided slightly after he found out.

Well, thankfully it was Sirius who stepped in this time.

Should.

In the days that followed, Sirius became completely well-behaved. However, as a professor at Hogwarts, he naturally saw Harry far more often at the school, so he didn't dwell on the matter too much.

Just as Christmas was approaching, a figure who hadn't been seen for a long time returned to the classroom.

"Wow, let's see who's here!"

"Oh, it's the renowned Mr. Dursley. I thought it was some professor who had come."

During Potions class, when Snape saw Dudley sitting in the front row, he immediately spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Mr. Dursley, please stay after today's lesson."

"I want to know what you've been doing all this time."

Dudley didn't mind; he knew it was Snape-style concern.

Yes, just yesterday, he finally completed the research and development of the new magic potion.

"Okay, Professor."

Actually, he had asked Snape for leave before leaving, and the reason Snape said that was definitely because he needed to talk to him.

Before long, the rich aroma that hadn't been there in a long time wafted back into the potions classroom.

Snape's lips twitched slightly. His culinary skills were becoming increasingly refined. No, his potion-making skills were becoming increasingly sophisticated.

After Potions class ended and all the young wizards left, Dudley ladled a bowl of seaweed soup from the cauldron.

"Would you like something, Professor?"

"It helps to refresh the mind and relieve fatigue."

"No"

Snape instinctively wanted to refuse, but then he remembered something and took the bowl Dudley offered him.

Snape took a small sip, smacked his lips, and, wanting to say something, couldn't help but take another sip.

"Awakening potions and soothing potions? No, and a little bit of the euphoric potion effect as well."

"As expected of Professor Snape, absolutely right."

This is a complex magic potion brewed by Dudley, which has the effects of various magic potions.

Snape wanted to say something sarcastic, but he swallowed the words back.

He swallowed the words literally and took another sip.

Looking at the empty bowl, Snape was at a loss for words and could only offer his praise.

"The taste is indeed very good."

"I am quite confident in this aspect."

Dudley drank a large bowl of water himself: "Professor Snape, what brings you here?"

I almost forgot about the important matter.

Snape glanced at Dudley, seemingly reluctant and helpless, and said in a slightly strange tone, "Penny wrote that Lily doesn't really like the taste of potions."

As Lily's godfather, Snape cared for her immensely. Whenever he had time, he would be there on Privet Drive without fail. He also frequently exchanged letters with Petunia, all of which were about Lily.

"Potions never taste good."

To be precise, nobody likes the taste of potions. Except for love potions, which are colorless and odorless, most potions don't taste very good.

If there were no other way, who would want to drink the magic potion?

"Little Lily's talent may not be good; she must be nurtured from a young age," Snape said, pausing for a moment.

Dudley understood what he wanted to say.

"Dali, could you teach me how to make this soup?"

"With pleasure, Professor."

How could I not be happy? I've been figuring things out on my own to improve the taste of potions, and now that a potions master can help me, it would be strange if I wasn't happy.

With one willing to teach and the other willing to learn, the speed of learning is self-evident.

While learning how to make the magic soup, Snape also changed his opinion about the method.

In a daze, Snape seemed to hear a melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, ringing in his ears.

Severus, no one told you that potions must be in the form of elixirs.

These were the words Lily said to Snape during Potions class when they were in their third year. Perhaps it was just a casual remark from Lily, but Snape remembered it, or rather, every action and word of hers was deeply imprinted in the heart of the Potions professor, something he would often reminisce about.

Unbeknownst to Snape, Dudley, who was brewing the magic soup, gradually overlapped with that beautiful figure and then quickly separated again. Their sizes were simply mismatched; Dudley was at least three times the size of Lily.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to banish the terrifying image of Lily's head and Dudley's body from his mind.

My disciple has surpassed me, fulfilling Lily's original vision and forging her own path.

The master of the magic soup at Hogwarts.

You could also call him Hogwarts's Tonkin.

(End of this chapter)