Professor Snape Penalized for Insulting a School Board Member

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The students present all wore strange expressions.

Even Slytherin classmates knew that this Unicorn Lady was the new school board member, not Harry's pet.

Everyone was worried for Pabbie. The newly appointed school board member was actually criticized by the professor on the spot when he was inspecting the teaching quality.

This is not a good sign.

However, Professor Snape continued his pursuit.

"Mr. Potter... because you brought your pet into the Potions Classroom without permission, Gryffindor will lose ten points."

After saying that, Snape gave a smug smile.

Just as Harry was about to speak, Pabbie reached out and grabbed Harry's sleeve.

Harry turned around and saw Pabbie with a "let me do it" look on her face.

"Professor Snape," Pabbie began, "First of all, I am not anyone's pet. I am school board member the Hogwarts Board of Governors, so your reason for deducting points from Gryffindor is invalid, and the deduction is invalid."

The students sitting below held their breath, all eager to see how the school board member Unicorn Lady, would punish the biased, greasy-haired Old Bat.

"Secondly, what you just said is suspected of insulting the school board member, so I need you to apologize to me."

"At last..."

Pabbie squinted.

"Professor Snape has been deducted fifty Galleon from his budget for this semester for insulting school board member."

Snape's eye twitched.

broken.

He had always been the one arrogantly deducting points from students in other colleges; he never imagined that one day he would be the one having points deducted from his own.

It's not points that are being deducted, it's research funding! Galleon!

Although he was a master of Potions, he wasn't short of money... but these fifty Galleon were free after all, and as everyone knows, free things are always the best.

What's more, this is not only deducting his Galleon, but also slapping him in the face!

This is intolerable...

Forget it, the other party is school board member, and I'm not in the right...

Snape swallowed his anger and decided to keep quiet.

Who told him to provoke them first?

The one who starts the fight is the one who's cheap.

"So, Miss school board member— " Snape drawled, "Have you come to my Potions Class to instruct your poor professorial staff on how to teach Potions Class?"

"No, I'm just assessing your teaching progress," Pabbie said casually. "If there's nothing else, I'll stand at the back and not disturb your lecture."

With that, she walked to the back row and stood in line with a victor's smile.

The students looked at Pabbie with the eyes of a pilgrim; not only the Gryffindor students, but even the Slytherin students felt it was a miracle.

Good heavens, they actually deducted money from the Old Bat's pay!

When he deducts points from others, when have we ever seen the Old Bat punished?

Especially the Gryffindor students, they had already decided in their hearts that from now on, Miss Pabbie, you are our God!

Even if Merlin were to be reborn, he wouldn't be as great as you are in our hearts!

With Pabbie in charge, Snape had a dark expression on his face the entire time.

It was clear that he was in a very bad mood.

But whenever he tried to deduct points, Pabbie would object.

She is protecting not only Gryffindor, but also Slytherin.

"Mr. Thomas! If you remember what I just said, you should know that the materials should be placed in order! Gryffindor will deduct two points for your carelessness!"

"And you! Do you think you're smarter just by standing by? Gryffindor will lose two points because of your inaction, Miss Brown!"

Pabbie spoke up just as Snape finished spraying his venom.

"Professor Snape, I don't think you should deduct points from them—at least I don't recall you mentioning the correct order for placing Potions ingredients into the cauldron—besides, Brown was just sitting next to him, not a member of his group, and shouldn't be held responsible for Mr. Thomas's mistake."

Professor Snape's face froze, and he gave the look of someone who had seen James Potter.

The Gryffindor students' admiration for Pabbie reached new heights, oh my god...

Snape snorted and turned his gaze to the two little Troll of Slytherin.

"And you, do you think grinning will improve your Potions- making skills, Mr. Crabbe?" Snape said coldly. "Slytherin will lose two points for your gloating!"

"I think I should have the Hogwarts Board of Governors reassess your qualifications as Potions professor Snape," Pabbie said seriously. "Crabbe merely grinned, without making a sound or disturbing the other students. He was even meticulously following the steps to make the Potions —should he be deducted points simply for having fun making Potions, Professor Snape?"

If speaking only to Gryffindor could be considered favoritism, then speaking to Slytherin demonstrates Miss Pabbie's philanthropy.

Nowadays, when students watch Pabbie, they even have an urge to call out to their mothers.

No, even their own mothers might not be willing to speak up for them at this time...

That's amazing, Miss Pabbie!

Thanks to the powerful hand that Miss Pabbie could see, Snape only managed to lose four points – because those four points were correct. After he repeated the Potions steps, Dean Thomas still put them in the wrong order, for which he lost two points.

The other two points were deducted because Ron kept exchanging glances with Draco.

Yes, Draco chickened out; he didn't shout that line in class.

After class, Ron cornered Draco in the Great Hall.

"You broke your promise, Malfoy!" Ron said, arms crossed.

Draco slumped into his chair, burying his face in his hands, and said, "Yeah, yeah, Weasley, because you're not the one who's going to yell that at Professor Snape!"

"Ha, what does that have to do with me?" Ron said, shrugging. "All I know is that you broke your promise, that's all— Flint, Flint."

Ron shouted the name of the Slytherin Quidditch Team.

Marcus walked over, and Ron quickly told him how Draco had chickened out, without embellishing a single detail.

Upon hearing what Ron said, Marcus glared at Draco with an unfriendly expression.

"Malfoy, you should know the consequences of breaking your promise, shouldn't you?" he said coldly. "Slytherin students honor their bets; honor is our motto—do you want to lose your honor?"

When you broke Quidditch's hand, I didn't see a single bit of the "glory" you touted yourself for.

But he obviously wouldn't say that in this situation. After all, Ron was still counting on Marcus to help him force Draco to keep his promise.

"What's wrong?" Miss Farley asked, joining the conversation. "What are you talking about, Flint?"

"Malfoy has broken his promise and hasn't honored his wager with Gryffindor," Marcus said, clearly displeased. "This has brought shame upon the entire Slytherin house!"

"This is certainly not something that should happen to a Slytherin, Malfoy," Miss Farley said sternly. "I think you should recognize your responsibility and keep your promise!"

"I didn't!" Draco cried. "I just forgot, I forgot..."

"You'd better do that, Malfoy," Flint said sternly. "I was thinking of recruiting you into the Quidditch team after you kept your promise—you know, we've been lacking a proper Seeker."

"Really?" Draco's eyes lit up again. "If I keep my promise, you'll accept me into the school team and make Seeker?"

"I would never lie to you, Malfoy," Flint said, and returned to his seat.

"You should know what you're supposed to do, Mr. Malfoy."

After Miss Farley finished speaking, she smiled at Harry and said, "Mr. Potter, would you please come with me for a moment? I have something I'd like to ask you."

"Okay." Harry stood up and said to Ron, "Wait here for a bit, I need to talk to Miss Farley about something."

"Okay." Ron said, then sat down behind Draco, intending to torture him.

After leaving the Great Hall, Harry followed Miss Farley to the corner.

"Mr. Potter, I remember you and Grindelwald were very close?" she asked tentatively. "I know, you two were like siblings..."

"We're closer than siblings," Harry replied.

Miss Farley nodded and said to him, "Do you know where Miss Grindelwald has been lately? She only attends a few classes she cares about, and she almost never goes to classes like Charms and Herbology... Could you remind her that she should develop a more balanced approach?"

"She doesn't need to take these courses, Miss Farley," Harry sighed, and continued, "If it weren't for the strictness of Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, she wouldn't even want to take these two courses—especially Professor Snape's Potions Class."

"Well," Miss Farley said with some concern, "I know she's very interested in Muggle stuff, but I'm really worried she'll get distracted, since magic is what wizards should be learning."

"Perhaps." Harry gave an ambiguous answer. He didn't think that wizards only needed to learn magic. Of course, they also needed to understand the world of Muggle. Otherwise, wouldn't they be megalomaniacs who were blind to the truth?

"But I'm really looking forward to Miss Grindelwald's grades in Muggle Studies at the end of this semester," Miss Farley said with a smile. "As far as I know, very few people can get an O in Muggle Studies, and I think Miss Grindelwald will definitely pass the course."

After talking with Veratia, Miss Farley returned to the Great Hall with Harry.

Harry noticed that Pabbie was also in the Great Hall, surrounded by a group of students cheering.

"Miss Pabbie is our queen! She doesn't even give that Old Bat a second thought! Miss Pabbie is our queen, Miss Pabbie is truly wonderful! That Old Bat won't even give her a second thought! Hogwarts sings in unison— Miss Pabbie is our queen!"

I don't know who composed the tune, but Pabbie really liked the feeling. She hopped around in the middle and even led a few female classmates to dance together.

"Harry, I love this feeling!" she said with a smile. "Want to dance with me? Harry ~ Harry ~"

Seeing Miss Pabbie so close to Harry, everyone felt a little jealous.

But there was nothing he could do; after all, Harry was the one who had saved Miss Pabbie from the clutches of the Dark Lord.

Even if it's sour, you have to endure it!

You disagree?

If you're not convinced, then challenge the Dark Lord to a duel!

Harry was actually quite happy to see Pabbie so popular.

Pabbie currently trapped in her Unicorn form, and even enjoying her favorite food has become a luxury. Being able to play happily with everyone now is a comfort to her heart.

"We're going to Quidditch practice tomorrow, Harry," Wood's voice came from behind Harry. "Guys—"

"And the girls," said Angelina Jansen, a very beautiful girl with fair, glowing skin.

"Yes, and the girls too," Wood added. "I've already got Madam Hooch's permission."

"Can I come and observe your training?" Pabbie asked eagerly.

Of course she wanted to visit the training session, after all, Veratia wasn't the first person to watch Harry's Quidditch Match or visit Harry's training session.

It's a good thing that we can beat Grindelwald in some aspects.

"Of course, Miss Pabbie," Wood said with a smile. "First, you're school board member; second, you're our queen; you..."

At this point, Wood lowered his voice. "You never even give the Old Bat a second glance—"

Pabbie happily raised his head and barked twice.

Marcus Flint, standing to the side, grinned, deciding to pull some tricks.

Early the next morning, Harry followed the sleepy-eyed Gryffindor Quidditch players to the pitch.

However, to their surprise, Slytherin was already training there.

"Flint!" Wood shouted, shielding his eyes from the sun. "Madam Hooch promised us that the Quidditch pitch would belong to Gryffindor this morning! How could you do this?!"

Marcus put down the broom and slowly pulled a warrant from his pocket.

It says on it:

I, Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin, grant permission for the Slytherin Quidditch team to use the Quidditch pitch today.

Upon seeing the warrant, Wood was so angry he nearly tore it to shreds on the spot.

But he held back.

If this warrant is torn to shreds, who knows what the Old Bat will do to him, with the Slytherin adding fuel to the fire.

Points deductions are a minor matter; if you get locked up in solitary confinement, dealing with those Flobberworm in the Slytherin basement... you might as well jump off the Astronomy Tower.

"I'm going to find Professor Snape!" Pabbie huffed and was about to leave when Wood stopped her.

"Forget it, Miss Pabbie, let's go back and get some sleep, and practice again tomorrow—" Wood said, then added to Pabbie, "Besides, as a Hogwarts school board member, I think your word is more powerful than Headmaster Snape's, so I think you should be the one to give the order to come here for training tomorrow."

Suddenly feeling needed, Pabbie felt her Unicorn life gain a lot of luster. She quickly asked, "Do you really need me? I mean... do you really need me? Then I'll sign for you right now... Here, do you have a pen?"

"Of course, let's go back to the Great Hall, Miss Pabbie." Wood chuckled and beckoned to the students of the college team to walk into the Great Hall together.

Upon reaching the Gryffindor's long table, Percy asked curiously, "Wood, weren't you going to practice Quidditch? Why did you suddenly come back?"

"Because the Quidditch arena has been taken over by Slytherin!" Wood said indignantly. "Marcus Flint got Professor Snape's warrant, and there's nothing we can do about it."

"I think you should be a little tougher, Wood," Percy said. "Since you want to train in Quidditch, why not be brave and say 'no' to Professor Snape?"

"Come on, Percy," his Twins brother suddenly taunted. "You're Prefect, why don't you dare argue with Professor Snape? Why make things difficult for our Captain Wood?"

"I also think our Prefect is just talking without any real experience," Angelina said, rolling her eyes.

"You're right, lads!" Wood said with a laugh.

"And the girls too," Angelina added from the side.

"Yes, and the girls too," Wood added, considering Angelina's earlier sarcastic remark.

Percy decided to remain silent, which was his usual approach.

Sure enough, Slytherin did not take over Gryffindor's training schedule the next day—after all, the school board member had spoken, and their priority was much higher than that of Snape, the headmaster.

Snape also received a deduction of fifty Galleon from his funds, a punishment that Pabbie even reported to Dumbledore.

Then, Dumbledore readily agreed to the punishment—he had long been annoyed by Snape finding various reasons to deduct points from the houses, and now that Pabbie had taken the initiative to ask for it, how could he refuse?

However, when announcing the punishment, Dumbledore expressed deep regret for making this decision and told Snape that it was only the decision of the Board of Governors, and that he still sympathized with Snape in principle.

Snape: ()?!

So, you, Headmaster, have said all the good and bad things?

After hearing that Snape's punishment by Miss Pabbie, the school board member, had been carried out, the entire school was overjoyed, except for Slytherin.

The Slytherin celebrations were held privately, by dormitory unit.

After all, Snape was the head of Slytherin. If something happened to the head of the house, it would be a bit inappropriate for you, as a student, to go and celebrate.

That evening, Newt also encountered a problem.

He was having a hard time because he received a letter from the America.

"What's wrong, Newt?" Tina asked with concern from the side.

Newt sighed, rubbed his eyelids, and said to Tina, "Something terrible has happened in America. Signs of mass slaughter of Magical Creatures have been found all over the country. All of those Magical Creatures have been drained of their blood. Alonso suspects that it was done by some undiscovered Magical Creatures."

"That doesn't make sense either." Tina picked up the letter and looked at it carefully for a while. "Look, it happened in California on December 22nd—but that same afternoon, the same thing was found happening in Florida on the East Sea. I don't think that kind of creature could travel that far in such a short time."

Newt then noticed the problem.

He didn't know much about America, after all, he was Britain and had only been to America once, on a business trip, when someone asked him why Dumbledore liked him so much.

But Tina is different. Tina is a native-born America and has a certain understanding of America geography, knowing how far apart the West Coast and the East Sea are.

"Perhaps there are many of these Magical Creatures?" Newt asked, frowning.

"That's unlikely," Tina denied. "If it were an undiscovered Magical Creatures, this would have happened long ago, not been discovered so late..."

"It's not impossible." Newt put down the letter, picked it up and put it down several times, and finally said helplessly, "Forget it, this is a headache for the America Ministry of Magic anyway, it has nothing to do with me. Besides, the America Ministry of Magic has already banned me from entering the country."

"That's all in the past, Newt," Tina said softly.

Newt seemed to still have a grudge, he just took a couple of deep breaths through his nose and put the letter aside.

"Alonso wants to ask me what this Magical Creatures is, because he thinks I'm Magical Creatures expert," Newt said to himself. "But based on their description, I'm more inclined to believe it's something a vampire would do, since no Magical Creatures has been discovered yet that's so obsessed with blood."

"Perhaps," Tina said nonchalantly. "Our top priority right now is to get Auntie back to normal as soon as possible. Oh my god, I feel so sorry for her. I know Hufflepuff, I know how much you all love food and life. I really can't imagine how much pain she's endured..."

"So sometimes Grindelwald has a point," Newt sighed. "He said that the Scarhead Spectacled Beast —that is, Harry —is truly sinful, causing so many girls to travel through time and pay a heavy price for him... Look, Auntie has become a ghost and Unicorn, and Miss Grindelwald has lost her magic. I can't imagine what price Miss Malfoy will pay."

"Grindelwald?" Tina instantly became alert. "My God, what did that guy tell you? Didn't I tell you not to believe a single punctuation mark he said...? My God, you actually think he's right?"

"Because what he said does make a lot of sense," Newt said helplessly. "He doesn't want his sister and Harry to be together, so he's planning to match his aunt and Harry up—in other words, he wants to join us in fighting against his sister."

"Is that so?" Tina asked in astonishment.

"Yeah, I don't know why he did that either, but I can understand it to some extent." Newt said, then hesitated and added, "But I don't think there's anything wrong with what he said. After all, making Auntie happy is the most important thing."

"Doing this is like asking a tiger for its skin, Newt," Tina said seriously. "Even if we succeed, what then? He and Miss Grindelwald are siblings, after all, and they'll still be siblings ten thousand years from now. Does Miss Grindelwald really think she'd kill him over this? But we're different. I highly doubt that an enraged Miss Grindelwald would take her anger out on us..."

"Whether we cooperate with him or not, we will have to face Miss Grindelwald's wrath." Newt shook his head and said, "So cooperating with him for the time being is not a big deal... However, the situation has become clear now. You, me, Theseus, and Grindelwald are all firmly supportive of Auntie—as for Miss Grindelwald, it seems that only Dumbledore supports her."

"Sorry, Newt," Tina scoffed, "I really don't think Grindelwald will stand firmly by Auntie's side. I think he's just against Harry and Miss Grindelwald being together."

Newt up straight immediately.

He realized that his wife's summary was absolutely accurate.

It was so correct that he couldn't refute it at all.

"But there's nothing wrong with that, is there?" Newt said casually. "If he were to wholeheartedly support his aunt, then I would have to question his true intentions—but since he's simply against his sister and Harry being together, there's nothing to doubt. I believe that's just the kind of person he is."

"Miss Grindelwald's biggest mistake in life was having a brother like him," Tina said, shaking her head.

She was still thinking to herself that if Gellert were her brother, she would hang him from the ceiling every day and never let him down!

It has to be said that when it comes to punishing their younger brothers, older sisters all over the world seem to choose the same method.

Even someone as good-natured as Tina couldn't help but wonder just how much her sister disliked Gellert.

This is why Tina didn't know that Gellert had also embezzled the most important alchemical material to save her sister; otherwise, Tina might have come to help when dealing with Gellert.

Unconvinced, Newt took the matter to Dumbledore's office. After reading the letter, Dumbledore frowned and pondered for a long time, but couldn't come up with a solution.

However, as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, he can't just run around like that. Besides, the America Ministry of Magic is just as arrogant as its Muggle, and it's impossible for them to ask an outsider like Dumbledore to handle this kind of thing.

Even if Dumbledore went, he wouldn't be welcome.

So Dumbledore didn't intend to provoke this trouble; let things be as they may, as long as it didn't happen in Britain.

Time flies so fast, and next Friday is just around the corner.

Draco felt really sad. Time usually passed so slowly, so why was it going by so fast now?

But there was no other way; he had to come to Potions Class and go through this ordeal.

"Come on, Draco." Crabbe and Goyle cheered him on from the side, while Pansy massaged Draco's shoulders, trying to help him relax.

Draco was screaming inside, but he had to keep a calm expression on his face so that no one would suspect his guilty conscience.

So what if he said that to Professor Snape? What's the big deal?

That's how Slytherin play the game! We accept our losses!

A short while later, Professor Snape arrived in the classroom.

Upon seeing Pabbie standing behind him, Snape showed an extremely uncomfortable expression.

In his entire life, apart from being taken advantage of by James Potter, he had never suffered such a great loss at the hands of anyone else.

However, to be fair, despite his reluctance to admit it, Snape still felt that this Unicorn was clearly different from James Potter; Unicorn Lady was not a bad guy.

However, Snape felt very awkward in this class because he could no longer deduct points from Gryffindor as proudly and indulgently as before.

He can't just deduct points from Gryffindor, or even Slytherin.

This really frustrated him...

What's the point of life if you can't torture Gryffindor, the house James Potter once attended, in class?

But there was nothing he could do. As school board member, Pabbie had the authority to rescind Snape's deductions. This power was granted to Pabbie by Lucius and Dumbledore, who was always eager for drama.

With dual certification from the Headmaster and the chairman of the Board of Governors, you can tell me just how valuable that certification is.

Ron was very anxious, and not only him, but Gryffindor students were very anxious.

When Snape wasn't looking, they turned to Draco and gestured for him to say the line.

However, Draco was still conflicted and unwilling to say anything.

He was unwilling, but more importantly, he didn't dare. He knew about Professor Snape's relationship with his father, and what if they went directly to his parents...?

Just as Seamus turned around and winked at Draco, a piece of chalk flew and hit Seamus on the head.

"No whispering during class, Mr. Finnegan," Snape said coldly. "Gryffindor will lose two points because of you."

Pabbie didn't object to the point deduction, because Seamus had indeed done something he shouldn't have.

"Shh." Neville gestured to him and whispered, "Don't worry, Malfoy will keep his promise."

The class continued, but Draco was not paying attention.

Fortunately, this Potions Class was only a theoretical lesson and did not include any practical exercises; otherwise, Draco, in his current state, would surely have ruined the Potions.

"Don't look so glum, Draco," Pansy said softly. "Don't worry, it's just a sentence, isn't it?"

Draco thought to himself, "You're having an easy time since it's not you who's talking—but look at me!"

Oh...

As class was about to end, Draco finally mustered up his courage.

After Snape announced his dismissal, Draco rushed to the door, turned around, and shouted.

"You greasy-haired Old Bat! I want to wash your hair!"

After saying that, Draco turned around and ran away at lightning speed, as if he were afraid of being caught red-handed by Snape.

Snape froze on the spot, as did the rest of the class.

Then, all the students instinctively suppressed their laughter, their minds racing through the saddest things they could imagine in order to keep themselves from laughing out loud.

If you were to laugh out loud in front of Professor Snape, your academic career would probably come to an end (sadly).

Snape was only stunned for a moment before he recovered.

"Draco Malfoy!"

He revealed a bloodthirsty look, as if he had just crawled out of hell.

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