Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 214 Misunderstandings, All Misunderstandings

"Are you trying to protect them?" Snape glared at Murphy.

"Protecting someone?" Murphy frowned. "I'm just protecting my student. Why do you see your student as an enemy, Professor Snape?"

"As a student, how could you plant eavesdropping devices in the professor's office! Shouldn't such a serious mistake be punished?"

"Of course—if that's really the case," Murphy said, "but I believe there must be some misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding? They've already admitted it!"

"Oh, I think they might have been intimidated by you and didn't quite understand your question. Can I speak to them for a bit, Vice Principal McGonagall?" Murphy said, looking at McGonagall.

He didn't ask Snape at all, because this was McGonagall's office, and McGonagall held a higher position than Snape.

Using the title "Vice-Principal" instead of "Professor" is meant to remind everyone present, "Besides being a professor, I'm also a member of the school board! Have some sense!"

Professor McGonagall keenly noticed this and nodded.

After all, this request is perfectly reasonable.

"Tom, Harry, Hermione, Ron," Murphy glanced at the four children, "which of you lost your goblin coin?"

Harry and the others were shocked. Lost it?

This……

Tom looked at Murphy, only to see that the latter had his back to all the professors and winked at him. He felt relieved. "Professor, it's... Harry. Harry's gold coin is missing."

Murphy nodded, then looked at Harry. "Harry, do you know where you left it?"

"I..." Harry looked at Murphy blankly, still confused. "I don't know, Professor..."

Then Murphy turned to the gaunt doorman in the corner. "Filch, did you hear Peeves' voice in that gold coin?"

"Yes, yes, sir... I heard it say..."

"Professor," Tom understood everything now, and he immediately said, "After I lost my gold coin, I planned to use its communication function to find it. We gathered together to pinpoint its location, and then Peeves appeared..."

Murphy immediately turned around. "So, you're saying you're deliberately trying to eavesdrop on Professor Snape's secrets?"

No, of course not.

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!" Snape roared. "You're making up stories right in front of me, aren't you?"

"Harry Potter sneaked into my office that day just to leave the gold coins there!" He looked at Harry, "Potter, do you still dare to deny it?"

"I...I..." Harry swallowed hard; he really wasn't good at lying.

"Professor Snape..." Murphy suddenly spoke up, "Why target a child like this? What you and his father have to do with him."

Snape's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Murphy in shock. "What did you say?"

Murphy, however, remained nonchalant. "Besides, you wouldn't want him to actually get hurt, would you?"

Snape was momentarily stunned; his expression turned terrifying, as if he had suffered extreme humiliation. However, Murphy remained calm as he looked at him.

"No, don't look at me like that..." Snape practically spat out the rest of the sentence through gritted teeth.

Then, he suddenly turned and glanced at Harry, before turning away as if he didn't want to say another word.

Murphy let out a sigh of relief; he had really offended Snape this time.

"Professor McGonagall," Murphy said, glancing at McGonagall who seemed lost in thought, "you see, it's just a misunderstanding. Perhaps Harry's goblin coin fell into Professor Snape's office. I don't think they'll make the same mistake again."

Professor McGonagall glanced at the four children, and seeing their pleading expressions, nodded slightly. "You can all go back now."

That was the end of it; Murphy even returned Harry's goblin coin to him.

After leaving Professor McGonagall's office, the four children felt like they had escaped a terrible disaster.

"Thanks to Professor Murphy..." Hermione said, "otherwise we might really have been expelled..."

"This time I agree." Ron, who usually disagreed on this matter, surprisingly said, "If I get expelled, my mother will definitely kill me..."

"Harry, what did the teacher mean by that? Did Snape know your father?" Tom asked.

Harry shook his head. "I don't know... Sirius didn't mention Snape..."

"It sounds like Snape and your father were enemies," Hermione said. "Your godfather must have disliked him too."

Harry nodded.

It seems he has found the reason why Snape hates him so much.

But what did Professor Murphy mean by that? Did Snape not want to get truly hurt?

But he clearly wanted to kill me.

……

Snape began to target Murphy in various ways, such as confiscating students' goblin coins in class, assigning a large amount of homework so that students would not have time to complete the study materials for Murphy's Practical Lessons, ordering Slytherin students to eat at their own long table, and prohibiting Slytherin students from using goblin coins in the common room.

You have to admit, the old bat is really petty.

This move really infuriated Murphy.

He didn't care about anything else, but cutting off Slytherin's communication with the other houses meant cutting off Tom's connection with the trio, and it was also a provocation against his "house integration" policy, which he couldn't tolerate.

One evening at dinner, Murphy deliberately sat next to Snape.

"Professor Snape, it's your prerogative to manage your students in your class, but banning the use of goblin coins in the common room is going too far! It's really slowing down my lessons. Can you give me a reason?"

"My students don't need the minds of Muggles to pollute their brains," Snape said arrogantly.

Murphy's eye twitched. You old bastard...

With a dark personality like yours, even if you gave Lily a hundred chances, she still wouldn't like you!

"Professor Snape, you have your teaching methods, and I have mine. I don't think there's anything wrong with broadening their thinking a bit..."

"Am I supposed to make my students use Muggle gadgets to make potions in the future?" Snape retorted bluntly, "So their potion-making skills are as atrocious as yours?"

"What did you say?" Murphy narrowed his eyes. "Snape, I'm only speaking to you politely now because you were my teacher, but don't forget, I'm now a school board member!"

"Oh? Great school board leader, are you trying to intimidate me with your status?" Snape sneered. "Your practical course was a joke! You know nothing about magic, let alone potions. You're just trying to fool those ignorant fools with Muggle stuff."

Is this guy crazy?

Suddenly, Snape stood up, startling everyone who turned to look at him.

"Let's make a bet, Professor Darkholme," Snape said, looking at Murphy. "If you think your Muggle-level potions are better, let's have a contest."

The students stared in shock at the two people on the teachers' bench.

Even Professor McGonagall was stunned.

"Professor!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, looking at Snape and Murphy. "What are you two doing?"

Murphy also stood up and stared at Snape. After a long while, he realized that this man was probably really a bit crazy.

There aren't many words in this world that can sting a walking corpse—and clearly those two sentences he said earlier were one of them.

"Okay," Murphy said. "So, what are we betting on?"

(End of this chapter)