Oh yeah, I get to see Professor Snape on a plane~
Thanks to her hazy memories of her previous life and the "materials" she had crammed in this life, Chu Yao already knew all about Snape's difficult personality, as foul and unyielding as a stone from a cesspit.
From the oppressive air around him, she could tell that his first impression of her seemed poor. Her smile instantly grew even sweeter and more well-behaved, almost dazzling enough to blind, as she replied in a fluent London accent, "Of course, Professor Snape. We Chinese students are famous for being... diligent and eager to learn!"
What a joke! The workload in the British Wizarding World can't even compare to the morning lessons of the floor-sweeping novices in our Ten Thousand Swords Sect!
Compete? When I really get going, even I scare myself!
If I hadn't outcompeted every demonic brat of my generation in my last life, could I have become the Supreme?
The competition on the demonic path is far more terrifying than anything at your Hogwarts!
Snape had indeed heard vague accounts that the Eastern education system was completely different from theirs, and that its students seemed exceptionally... diligent.
At Chu Yao's words, the corners of his tightly pressed lips relaxed by an almost imperceptible millimeter.
His gloomy gaze swept over her seemingly innocent, harmless little face.
Perhaps... this Eastern girl is different from those Trolls in Gryffindor who cause trouble all day?
At least on the surface, her attitude is... proper?
His favorability toward her, which had just plunged to rock bottom, seemed to struggle its way up by... about five points? From thirty to thirty-five (still highly wary).
If Chu Yao could read minds at that moment and knew that Snape had already unilaterally decided she was a "Gryffindor," she would surely have jumped up and protested with all her might: Do I have to be in the reckless brute house? Isn't being a Ravenclaw intellectual appealing? Isn't being a Hufflepuff foodie more down-to-earth? Even Slytherin's devious cunning... ahem, resourcefulness, would suit my status as a former Supreme of the demonic path!
Snape raised his ever-sneering brows slightly. His voice remained low and silky, leaving no room for doubt. "I hope your actions will match your words. Now, I hope you have finished packing. It is time for us to leave for the United Kingdom."
Hearing this, Chu Yao bit her lower lip in a show of innocence and blinked her big eyes. "My passport and visa are ready. Professor, are we sure we don't need to take a plane? I've never been on one before!"
Her voice held just the right hint of curiosity.
The muscles in Snape's cheeks tightened instantly, and his lips pressed into a pale, straight line.
He spoke almost through clenched teeth, his voice forced out as though through a narrow crack, carrying barely suppressed irritation and a sense of humiliation. "Naturally, we do!"
Damn the International Confederation of Wizards' regulations!
Damn Muggle border controls!
And damn this enormous distance!
Apparition is too risky, Portkey approval is a tedious process, and the Floo Network doesn't reach...
A Potions Master, a professor at Hogwarts, has to cross half the planet packed into a Muggle metal box like a sardine!
All to make sure this little Troll can "enter the country legally"!
Dumbledore! You had better make sure this exchange is worth it!
At the thought of spending hours in an enclosed cabin, enduring the smell of unfamiliar Muggles and the cries of children, Snape felt his temples throb.
It was more nerve-racking than brewing a hundred cauldrons of Draught of Living Death in a row.
Chu Yao was delighted to see him so utterly displeased yet forced to compromise, but on the surface she shrugged indifferently. "All right. My things are ready. I can leave whenever you like."
She patted the sect's everyday robes she wore, which looked ordinary but were made from fine materials.
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