Chapter 276 Writing a Book for Snape

Snape's abnormal behavior continued until the next day, and there was still no sign of calming down.

And as more and more people knew about it, this incident even replaced the upcoming Quidditch selection and became the focus of everyone's discussion.

People were speculating on why this happened.

"This is a point deduction addiction syndrome!"

A second-year Ravenclaw wizard swore: "My uncle works at St. Mungo's. He told me that there was an old professor who was treating there like this.

He felt satisfied and happy from the process of deducting points. Even after entering St. Mungo's, he still continued this habit, and he also assigned a college to everyone he met.

Others greeted each other first, but he deducted points first."

Seeing that he was talking so concisely, many people came over and listened with interest, and they looked more serious than when he was in Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

As more people gathered around, the little wizard spoke more vigorously.

"My uncle also said that he only took care of the old professor for two days, but he was deducted 300 points, which is more than the points deducted in seven years at Hogwarts."

"Oh! Three hundred points!" There was a burst of exclamations around.

"Is that old professor also from Hogwarts?" someone asked.

"Of course, the real Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... has lived in St. Mungo's for six years."

"Just because he likes to deduct points, he has lived in St. Mungo's for six years..." A little witch covered her mouth in surprise, "So, Professor Snape also..."

"You are right.

The little wizard of Ravenclaw said in a deep voice: "He deducted points from Slytherin, which is a sign, because it means that the other three colleges can no longer satisfy him.

Poor Professor Snape, according to this situation, he will probably leave Hogwarts in four years at most. "

"But I plan to go to St. Mungo's as a healer after graduation... I think I should be able to take care of him by then. "

When he said this, his eyes were extremely firm, as if taking care of Snape was his unshirkable responsibility.

This also attracted the praise and affirmation of the people around him, and at the same time, his sense of mission was greatly satisfied.

But his happiness only lasted until the end of breakfast.

Because their first class was Potions.

And Snape didn't know from where what he said before, and in just one morning, he deducted 50 points from Ravenclaw.

This was not the worst, Snape also found a reason to put him in confinement for three days, so He went with the third-year students to process the potion materials in the big barrel.

The poor little Ravenclaw wizard just glanced into the barrel, and his face instantly lost all color, and his stomach was churning.

When the get out of class was over at noon, he seemed like a different person, with dull eyes and pale face. He staggered out of the potion class and knocked down a suit of armor in the corridor.

It is worth mentioning that the Slytherin was taking the potion class with Ravenclaw, but this time they not only did not lose any points, but also added a lot.

Hmm, it's a familiar taste... Snape seemed to have returned to his previous state overnight.

Coupled with the "previous experience" of Ravenclaw, by the time lunch came, there were obviously fewer people discussing this matter in the hall.

...

This made Kyle somewhat disappointed, after all, the speculations of the little wizards were quite interesting.

In addition to the "addiction to deducting points", there were also those who said that he was hit by a t-bo warthog, drank a fake potion, drank a real potion...

In short, there were all kinds of things, saying everything.

From yesterday afternoon to now, he took the trouble to shuttle between each table, reporting all the rumors about Snape. All the relevant contents were written down.

Originally, he planned to find Lockhart and ask him to help publish a book after filling ten sheets of parchment.

The title of the book was already thought of, it was called "To All Potions Professors, Hogwarts Survival Guide"

And he also planned to pay a sum of money to try to get Lockhart to work overtime and finish it before Christmas, and then give this book to Snape as a gift.

I believe he will be very happy.

Unfortunately, the little wizards were scared...

He only filled three sheets of parchment, and this material was obviously not enough for publishing a book.

"What class is in the afternoon." Kyle sighed regretfully and asked casually.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts." Connor glanced at the schedule and said, "But you still have to take Divination and Muggle Studies."

"I won't go to those two classes. "Kyle shook his head.

Professor Clelawney's Divination class is nothing to say, it's just a test of imagination.

Muggle Studies is similar. He flipped through the textbook twice. It's all basic stuff. Even Mikel can easily get an "O".

If those little wizards who are born in Muggles want to make their transcripts look better, they can't go wrong by choosing this course.

After dinner, the two left the hall and walked towards the common room.

On the way, they also met a thin little boy with gray hair.

He stood at the door of the hall with a camera, as if waiting for someone.

"Is it him?" Kyle walked over quickly and asked in a low voice: "The one who asked Potter for an autographed photo yesterday."

Connor nodded calmly.

"Harry Potter sends autographed photos" is another hot topic, and the instigator is the little boy just now.

Yesterday at noon, he asked Harry for an autographed photo in front of half the hall, and with Malfoy's instigation and Lockhart's disruption, Harry was almost depressed.

Whenever he went out recently, there were people who wanted to watch the fun and ask him for an autographed photo.

It almost made the child depressed.

But think about it, no one can stand having such a fanatical admirer following him every day.

Oh, except Lockhart... He would probably be very happy.

... But he was the only one.

Thinking of this, Kyle subconsciously quickened his pace.

When they returned to the common room, a group of fourth-year Hufflepuffs just came over from the other side.

Cedric walked in front, he looked a little embarrassed, his body was covered with mud, and his robes were tattered.

The others were similar.

"What happened to you?" Kyle asked, "Who did you fight with?"

"I'd rather fight him." Cedric tidied his robes and said angrily:

"We were having a good Herbology class, but Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly came over just after class."

"What did he do in the greenhouse?" Connor asked curiously.

"Teaching Professor Sprout how to trim the extra branches of the poisonous tentacles!"

Cedric looked a little angry.

"But he knocked over the table when he just entered the greenhouse, and more than a dozen pots of jumping bulbs were overturned."

"And then he ran away!" Someone said angrily, "Damn it, he ran away!"

"That's it." Cedric shrugged, "We and Professor Sprout have been busy until now, and we have just caught all the jumping bulbs running around."

"Thank you for your hard work." Kyle looked at them sympathetically.

Many plants in the greenhouse are very fragile and very sensitive to the external environment, so generally speaking, magic is not allowed there.

Cedric and his friends probably took a lot of effort to catch all those jumping bulbs... This can be seen from their embarrassed appearance.

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