A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 32 Snape's Love Letter (Merry Christmas, First Update)

Professor Tywin was undoubtedly lucky.

Judy Crouch's detachment spell struck his inner thigh, less than a centimeter away from a certain spot.

At that distance, if Judy's little hand trembled even slightly, Tywin wouldn't be able to laugh anymore.

Although there are no bones there, who can guarantee that the corpus cavernosum or prostate won't disappear?

After all, no wizard had ever tried it before.

Mrs. Pomfrey was very unhappy.

"You shouldn't be teaching such dangerous magic to young wizards!" she roared. "You yourselves are injured; how can you protect the children?"

Madam Pomfrey thanked William again and said he could teach at Hogwarts in the future.

The school desperately needs a professor as outstanding as him!

This made Snape and Tywin, who were lying in bed, very embarrassed.

Mrs. Pomfrey tossed Tywin a set of pajamas with a melancholy air. "Professor, you'll have to stay here tonight, but it will be painful."

She then took a large bottle from the cart, labeled "Bone Regeneration Elixir".

"But with Professor Snape with you, it shouldn't be too hard," she said, pouring out a large, steaming cup of potion and handing it to Professor Tywin.

"It tastes weird, but it works."

Professor Tywin looked at the clump of yellow, viscous liquid in the cup, suppressed his nausea, and drank it down in one gulp.

The Bone Spirit burned in Tywin's mouth and then burned down his throat, causing him to cough repeatedly and spray yellow liquid.

However, compared to the unpleasant taste, the visual impact is even more unacceptable.

Madam Pomfrey left, but kept clicking her tongue, complaining that Defense Against the Dark Arts was too dangerous and the teachers were too incompetent.

If Mrs. Pomfrey were the principal, she would probably only allow medical classes to be offered.

Snape's bed was not far from Professor Tywin's.

He was wearing black cartoon pajamas, but instead of green snakes, they featured two silver doe grazing together.

Professor Snape's face broke into an enigmatic smile as he said in a greasy tone, "Oh, let me see who this is... What? Tywin, looks quite badly injured?"

"It's alright," Professor Tywin chuckled. "I'm just learning from you."

Snape's burns on his face had mostly healed, but his neck was still wrapped in bandages, making him look like a mummy.

Snape wanted to go back, but in this hospital, no one could defy Madam Pomfrey, not even Dumbledore.

William noticed that on Snape's table were a few greeting cards and a French cream cake.

The amount of stuff was pitifully small.

Aside from the gifts William had sent on behalf of Cedric and a few Ravenclaw students, there were only greeting cards from the professors.

Almost no students saw him off, including Slytherins!

William strongly suspected that the greeting cards for those faculty and staff were also a subtle "reminder" from Dumbledore.

This shows that Professor Snape was not very popular!

and many more……

A flicker of shock crossed William's dark green eyes.

Merlin's beard!

He actually found a bouquet of flowers in the trash can—roses, no less!

In any culture, roses represent love, and the magical world is no exception!

What, wild lilies...sorry, even old bats have their spring?

Professor Tywin followed William's gaze and noticed this as well. He quietly took the wand from beside his pillow and cast the Summoning Charm on the flowers.

The bouquet flew into Professor Tywin's hands, and on it was a small pink card with a picture of a brightly dressed witch blowing kisses.

Shocking! At Hogwarts Hospital, a "little card" like the ones found in hotels appeared at Professor Snape's bedside.

Will Professor Snape be targeted by a wizard?

William was clearly overthinking things; the magical world doesn't have such "sophisticated" scams.

This is nothing more than a simple and innocent love confession.

Professor Tywin cleared his throat and, like a poet, began to read aloud with feeling:

"oh,

Your eyes,

As black as a dung beetle that has just finished rolling a dung ball.

Your hair,

It had a beautiful sheen, like gutter oil.

You are full of stories.

Almost as weathered as the dark, gloomy dungeon,

I want you to be mine.

You are really handsome.

Warrior who conquers the potion!

... "

"Torn apart!"

Before Professor Tywin could finish reading, the entire card exploded instantly, and Snape stared at Tywin with a livid face.

A murderous aura permeated the air!

Professor Tywin Lannister, not to be outdone, gripped his wand and aimed it at Snape.

"Come on, Severus, I've wanted to fight you for ages."

Tywin's feigned smile vanished, and he roared, "You despicable traitor!"

"I didn't..." Snape's pupils contracted sharply, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.

"No? Then how did James and the Dark Lord die? And what gives you the right to live peacefully at Hogwarts for ten years?" Professor Tywin said coldly.

"Severus, you should be in Azkaban, not Sirius..."

William stood there, completely bewildered.

He didn't recognize any of the people Professor Tywin mentioned, except for the Dark Lord.

However, he did know one thing: Snape and Tywin had known each other.

They might be classmates, just from different colleges.

Hearing the commotion, Madam Pomfrey rushed in, screaming as both of them dropped their wands.

William was soon kicked out as well.

News of Professor Tywin's hospitalization spread throughout Hogwarts after the first period.

Two professors fell in two days, and William's nickname "Professor Killer" spread like wildfire.

All the teachers started avoiding him.

But William became famous and very popular at Ravenclaw.

His behavior in the classroom was obvious to everyone, and the Ravenclaw students all knew the truth.

Of course, most of the Hogwarts students were also hoping that William could create another miracle and get the third and fourth professors hospitalized.

Unfortunately, Professor Flitwick was incredibly clever.

The first few weeks of Charms class will not teach spells, only the hand gestures for waving a wand.

There are only seven basic movements, but there are more than 230 variations derived from them.

If ancient runic spells are involved, the actions of waving the wand will be more complex, cumbersome, and varied.

Professor Frivi won't teach everything; he'll only teach the most basic movements, enough to handle academic and daily tasks.

The remaining knowledge points will be covered in the advanced class, or left for students with extra capacity to study!

As for ordinary students, no excessive requirements are placed on them.

Therefore, to prevent teaching accidents, Professor Flitwick forbade young wizards from using wands and required them to use only similar-shaped wooden sticks instead.

He was genuinely afraid that some students might accidentally offend someone or cause some trouble again, resulting in him, the professor, being hospitalized.

William's swing was perfect, and Professor Flitwick quickly gave him a point and told him to stop immediately.

William felt wronged. The whole thing was an accident caused by someone else, and he was just cleaning up the mess. What did it have to do with him?

Of course, the cleanup wasn't entirely without its benefits; in just two days, William added 120 points to Ravenclaw College.

One hundred points were added because of the teaching mishap involving Snape and Tywin.

At this point, Ravenclaw was far ahead; the sapphires in the hourglass, if laid end to end, could circle Hogwarts. For two consecutive days, they were number one in the entire school!

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(P.S. Merry Christmas! First update, please recommend! (ω))

(End of this chapter)