Chapter 310 Snape Went Crazy with Anger

"Hold on to the wand!"

"Yes, that's it!"

While praising the student opposite, William waved his wand. After casting a disarming spell, the child's wand flew directly towards him, and the Hufflepuff child also fell onto the thick cushions behind. It took a while before I struggled to get up.

"The posture is very standard. You can use the disarming spell in the next class."

William nodded to him, then casually put the child's wand next to him, "Take the wand away and get familiar with how to hold it."

"Next!"

"The posture is too non-standard. Go back to the team and read the notes again. You and Louis, who failed just now, will make corrections based on the standard diagram! Next one!"

The child who was shouted at ran to the end of the line in despair, and started to learn again by referring to the standard chart with the previous child. The other children wanted to laugh, but after considering who the professor above was, everyone gave up decisively. .

"Next!"

William continued to shout happily, the biggest advantage of the first-year students is that they have almost no knowledge of magic.

Although each wizard has his own customary way of holding the wand, some traditional standard holding methods can slightly speed up spellcasting for most people. He is not sure whether the previous professor has taught this, but last year's Luo Hart has never worked hard on this.

'There's just one thing that's not easy to fool - no matter what grade you are in, students are all eager to learn how to cast magic wands, and have almost no interest in theory or anything like that...'

"Grassing the wand, hiding the wand, pulling out the wand, and even the way you wave it... these all need to be corrected, but if you just learn this blindly, these children probably won't even be interested in listening..."

‘This can be considered a disadvantage of collective education like Hogwarts…Each professor’s energy is limited, and he has a lot to learn…Of course, this may also be caused by the shortage of professors. ’

'If I were to teach the first grade just how to hold a wand... I think parents would fill up Professor McGonagall's office with owls...'

William was thinking about it this way, with no intention of stopping the movement in his hand, "You still have to adjust your hand, don't use so much force, that's your wand, not your enemy!"

"Ah...yes, Professor!"

The child who was pointed out obeyed and relaxed a little, but his body shape changed unconsciously.

‘…’

After a long time, William finally finished the wand holding training. He nodded towards the large parchment on the other side. The little matchstick man on top stopped and stood still - pulled out the wand - held the wand in a slow cycle, fixed Over there, the entire parchment rolled into a tube and flew into William's hands.

"There are still three students who need to strengthen their training. Please go back and find your classmates or roommates for help."

William nodded towards the children below, "There will be no papers or papers this week, but everyone must read the knowledge of the disarming spell before the next class - there will be a small test in advance for the next class, and children who fail will need to Transcribe relevant knowledge.”

"As for those three students, you will take the test after taking the wand holding test, and you will be treated the same."

He packed up his things and prepared to end the class.

However, one Ravenclaw suddenly raised his hand.

"Professor, where did you buy your schematic diagram? I want to buy one!"

"This?" William shook the thing in his hand - "I made it myself. Bookstores shouldn't have such simple things, and many books have more intuitive pictures."

He threw a piece of chalk casually, let it fall on the blackboard, and started writing.

"These books are all available. Interested students can refer to them, but there are no requirements."

Although William provided a book list, he didn't think there would be many people who would look through those books - those books were all good, but there was one flaw that was so trivial that people wanted to burn it.

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"get out of class has ended."

William flexed his muscles and then considered where to go for today's exercise routine.

‘Forbidden forest? Black lake? Quidditch pitch? ’

It's a happy worry, Hogwarts is big enough for professors to find a place to relax when they're not in class.

Planning the next route, William met the third graders who had just finished class on the first floor when passing the castle gate.

‘Is this another accident? ’

He looked at the students who didn't have a very good appearance - judging from their appearance, the crucible must have exploded. Was it a magic potion in the last class?

Because he was in a better mood and had more free time next time, he simply planned to call a student to ask. He helped Lu Ping teach half a class last time, and he could still find a few familiar faces.

Soon, he spotted a patch of red hair, undoubtedly from the Weasley family.

‘Your name is Ron? ’

"Ron Weasley?"

Hearing William's voice, Ron struggled to squeeze out, "Professor William, are Fred and George in trouble again?"

"Do you want me to write to my mother to inform her of my arrival?"

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! ! !

‘Are you really brothers? ’

"Were you in Potions class just now?"

After hesitating, William gave up the previous question.

"Yes, Professor," Ron responded without hesitation, "Snape seemed to be going crazy today, trying his best to cause trouble for Harry!"

Generally speaking, second-year students should know very well that there is a professor named Snape in this school who hates all self-defense professors because he was not able to find a position. Therefore, even if Ron speaks ill of the professor in front of the professor, Ron will No pressure at all.

'If I were him, I would go crazy too...'

The most fundamental reason why William didn't go to the staff room for the past two days was because he didn't want to ignite the powder keg.

There may be someone else who hates Sirius the most in the entire wizarding world, but Snape is still in the top three.

But William really couldn't comment on this matter.

The information he checked showed that Sirius Black and James Potter, plus Lupine and Wormtail, were imprisoned a lot for beating Snape together, and the main imprisoned were James and Sirius - nothing Question, it was you who beat me when you were tired of beating them, and I who beat you when I was tired of beating you.

There is no doubt that every one of their confinements was unjust.

But Snape was imprisoned a lot of times. He was imprisoned for insulting Hufflepuff students, he was imprisoned for participating in dark magic research, and the person who was imprisoned with him was quite famous. ——They are basically all Death Eaters that William can find.

In addition, it is not without reason that Ron and other Gryffindors hate Snape - they deduct points at will, bully less talented students, and personally attack students...

'God knows what's going on...but Professor Snape's potion skills are simply...'

William shook his head and looked at Ron, "Every professor has his own way of teaching...I'm afraid you have to report this to Professor McGonagall..."

'Although the effect is not great...'

Potions Master is a very valuable title, and there are not many Potions Masters who are willing to give up their time to teach at Hogwarts. Compared with the professor's bad temper, the decline in teaching quality is more terrifying.

Just like William, although he repeatedly argued to Adams that he was not a bad pharmacist, if Professor McGonagall put the appointment letter as Potions Professor on the table, he would not dare to accept it.

You can't just teach this or that casually about potions. It's not far beyond the student's ability. You can't even find where the student made a mistake - the ability to just look at the potion and know where it went wrong. It's not a street stall, it's a real master's method.

Let alone improving the class, without showing off your skills with difficult potions, how can you convince the students?

Potions is a real course that relies on strength. It doesn't matter if you can survive it or not - strength is strength. Dramatic courses like Professor Lockhart's last year are simply not valid.

The quality of professors is closely linked to the employment rate. Just like the self-defense courses at Hogwarts in the past were not very good, the Aurors even stopped recruiting new people.

If the potions professor is bad, there is no doubt that the graduates of Hogwarts will no longer think about pursuing related majors. That is the really scary thing - the British teaching potions are not the only ones in the wizarding world around the world.

This is just the importance of Potions Master. Although Professor Snape's course has been criticized a lot, his students' grades are really good... You can accuse his class of having this or that problem, but the grades are real. side.

To sum up - even if Professor Snape is not the dean, Professor McGonagall can only briefly talk about student feedback... No one is perfect, and it would be too mean to ask for everything.

After hearing William's suggestion, which had little effect, the students who had been somewhat interested suddenly wilt. Professor McGonagall is their dean, and they still don't know what will happen?

The students quickly dispersed one after another, while William stayed where he was and thought.

"How long has it been since Sirius was acquitted? Why are you so nervous now? It can't be that Professor Snape is getting more and more angry after taking a step back, so he is looking for trouble with Harry today, right?"

"It's unscientific. Although Sirius can't fight in the hospital, Professor Lupine is over there. Let's duel like before!"

"Did Harry say something exciting?"

The more William thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out. He simply gave up thinking and went to the hospital.

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"What do you want, Snape?"

When William rushed to the hospital, he happened to catch up with Snape and Lupine who had just finished class and had a conflict.

"Make some potion. Madam Pomfrey said there is not enough potion."

Professor Snape didn't look as angry as Ron said. Although his voice was still low and full of ridicule,

"Who cares about your potion?"

Sirius's mean voice came from inside, "Snot, maybe your potion contains more unknown ingredients than others - such as snot?"

"Oh, what a coincidence. Maybe I should remind you that I prepared all the special medicines in this school hospital."

It took a long time before Sirius's voice came from inside.

"Oh, really? It seems like you can still do some normal work, and you're not the idiot I always thought you were who just hangs out with Death Eaters and discusses bloodlines."

"Perhaps," Snape's voice was a bit louder, "but I am quite willing to prepare some potion for you. After all, twelve years in Azkaban may be extremely harmful to the brain."

There was an obvious sound of tearing cloth strips from inside the hospital. For a moment, William even thought that Sirius inside would rush out and beat someone.

But the sound stopped.

"Yeah, it's amazing. I'm not a Death Eater, but I ended up in Azkaban. Some people are just the opposite."

…

William never thought that Sirius could say such words calmly, which even overturned his unanimous impression of Sirius.

But Lupine's expression was not surprising at all. He just blocked the door of the hospital, his hand firmly placed where the wand was inserted.

‘So the level of taunting was temporarily raised when meeting Snape? ’

William was a little unsure.

"Yes, how amazing it is. You are still the idiot you were twelve years ago, and you have not improved at all." Professor Snape's voice was very soft, but he made sure it could be heard inside, "Lupin... do you need me to prepare some special recovery medicine? "

Wolfsbane potion - After knowing that Lupine was a werewolf, William knew that Snape would provide him with this potion again.

It was a potion that allowed werewolves to transform into no longer capable of attacking during the full moon period. William dabbled in it and managed to make it, but he didn't even mention it to Lupin - the biggest fear in the potion business is Reluctantly, the potions made by masters and prepared reluctantly are not a thing at all.

'It will take at least five, or seven, years for me to be able to rise to Professor Snape's current level...but he is not an idiot. It is impossible for me to not improve for such a long time. ’

'Of course, it doesn't take that long to become a Potions Master...three years or less will be enough...'

Sirius inside didn't speak for a long time - thinking from his perspective, William felt that if he had a wand inside, he would probably rush out and hit someone.

"Thank you then," Sirius' voice even had a bit of gritted teeth, "After all, Lupine is the professor of self-defense, he is not good at it!"

…

no? Has the news of the feud between Hogwarts professors reached the hospital?

William, who was not far away, felt like he was lying on his back.

But Sirius didn't stop, "I heard that the children of your friends also entered Slytherin. I wonder if Professor Snape needs to flatter those young masters now? Just like in the past? After all, they are still noble purebloods. "

"You see, James' child is different. He just..."

"Boom!!!"

The sound of magic collision sounded. Lupine's Iron Armor Curse blocked Snape's attack in time. Without any hesitation, Lupine began to fight back.

"God! What are you doing!"

Just when William was hesitant to stop, Madam Pomfrey appeared in the nearby corridor with a large handful of fresh herbs - she had just spent a lot of potions to treat the students, so she went to the greenhouse to get some fresh herbs. The herbs are ready to be boiled a little new.

The herb fell to the ground, and then countless bandages spurted out from Madam Pomfrey's wand, rolling directly towards the two professors.

The bandage in front of Snape broke instantly and shattered into pieces, while the bandage in front of Lupine fell limply to the ground, losing control.

The two dealt with the attack almost at the same time, then looked at each other and looked at Madam Pomfrey, who had an angry look on her face.

"Feel sorry."

Lupine bowed his head first, and then Snape snorted and apologized as well.

He gave Lupine a hard look with his eyes, and then left directly.