A Book for Snape

Snape's unusual behavior continued into the next day, showing no signs of abating.

Moreover, as more and more people learned about it, this event even replaced the upcoming Quidditch selection as the focus of everyone's discussion.

People are speculating about why this happened.

"This is a point deduction addiction syndrome!"

A second-year Ravenclaw wizard confidently declared, "My uncle works at St Mungo's's, and he told me about an old professor who does treatment there."

He found satisfaction and joy in the process of deducting points, and even after entering St Mungo's's, he continued this habit, assigning a house to everyone he met.

When others meet, they greet each other first; when he meets someone, he deducts points first.

Seeing how convincingly he spoke, many people gathered around, listening with even greater interest than they would to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Class.

As more people gathered around, the young wizard became even more enthusiastic in his speech.

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

"Wow! Three hundred points!" A gasp of surprise immediately rang out from the surrounding crowd.

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

"Of course, the proper Hogwarts Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts... have all lived in St Mungo's's for six years now."

"He lived in St Mungo's's for six years just because he liked deducting points..." A little witch gasped, covering her mouth in surprise. "So, Professor Snape also..."

You're right.

The young Ravenclaw wizard said in a deep voice, "His deduction of points from Slytherin is a sign, because it means that the other three houses can no longer satisfy him."

Poor Professor Snape, at this rate, he'll probably be leaving Hogwarts in four years at most.

"However, I plan to become a therapist at St Mungo's's after graduation... I think I'll be able to take care of him then."

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

This earned him praise and recognition from those around him, and at the same time, it greatly satisfied his sense of mission.

However, his happiness only lasted until the end of breakfast.

Because their first Potions Class.

Moreover, Snape somehow found out what he had said earlier, and in just one morning, he deducted fifty points from Ravenclaw.

That wasn't the worst part. Snape also found a reason to put him in solitary confinement for three days, making him work with the third-year students to process the Potions ingredients in the large vat.

The poor Ravenclaw wizard only glanced into the bucket before his face drained of color, and his stomach churned.

When class ended at noon, he was like a different person. His eyes were vacant, his face was pale, and he staggered out of the Potions Classroom, knocking over a suit of armor in the corridor.

It's worth mentioning that Slytherin were still taking Potions Class with Ravenclaw, but this time they not only didn't lose any points, they actually gained quite a few.

Hmm, it's that familiar taste... Snape seems to have returned to his old self overnight.

Coupled with Ravenclaw's "precedent," by lunchtime, significantly fewer people in the Great Hall were discussing the matter.

This disappointed Kyle somewhat, since the young wizards' guesses were quite interesting.

Besides the "points deduction addiction," there are also claims that he was hit by Tebo Warthog, drank a fake Potions, or drank a real Potions...

In short, there were all sorts of opinions, and everyone had something to say.

From yesterday afternoon until now, he has been tirelessly going from table to table, writing down everything related to Snape.

He originally planned to write on ten parchments and then go to Lockhart to ask him to help publish a book.

I've already thought of a title: <To All Potions Class Professors, A Survival Guide to Hogwarts>

He also planned to pay Lockhart to work overtime to finish the book before Christmas, and then give it to Snape as a gift.

I'm sure he'll be very happy.

Unfortunately, the young wizards chickened out...

He only filled three parchments with notes, which was clearly not enough material to publish a book.

"What classes do you have this afternoon?" Kyle asked casually, sighing regretfully.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Kanna said after glancing at the schedule. "But you also have to attend Divination Class and Muggle Studies."

"I won't be going to those two classes," Kyle said, shaking his head.

Professor Trelawney's Divination Class were nothing special; they were purely tests of imagination.

The Muggle Studies was similar; he flipped through the textbook twice, and it contained only the most basic things, things that even Mikel could easily get an "O".

If Muggle-born wizards want to make their report cards look better, this is the perfect course for them.

After finishing their meal, the two left the Great Hall and headed towards the common lounge.

On their way, they also encountered a thin, gray-haired little boy.

He stood at the entrance of the Great Hall holding a camera, seemingly waiting for someone.

"Is it him?" Kyle walked over quickly and asked in a low voice, "The one who asked Harry Potter for an autograph yesterday."

Kanna nodded calmly.

"Harry Potter giving out autographed photos" is another hot topic, and the one who started it was that little boy from earlier.

Yesterday at noon, he asked Harry for an autographed photo in front of half the Great Hall. With Malfoy egging him on and Lockhart causing trouble, Harry was almost driven to depression.

These days, whenever he goes out, people who love to watch the drama come up to him asking for autographed photos.

It's almost driven my child to depression.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Having such a fanatical admirer following you around every day would be unbearable for anyone.

Oh, except Lockhart... he'd probably be very happy.

... But he's the only one left.

Thinking of this, Kyle subconsciously quickened his pace.

When they returned to the common room, a group of fourth-year Hufflepuff happened to walk by from the other side.

Cedric walked at the front, looking somewhat disheveled, covered in mud and wearing tattered robes.

The others were similar.

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

"I'd rather fight him," Cedric said angrily, haphazardly straightening his robes.

"We were having a nice Herbology Class when Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly showed up right after class ended."

"What's he doing in the greenhouse?" Kanna asked curiously.

"Teach Professor Sprout how to prune the excess shoots of the Venomous Tentacula!"

Cedric looked somewhat angry.

"But as soon as he entered the greenhouse, he knocked over a table, and more than a dozen pots of Bubotuber were overturned."

"And then he ran away!" someone exclaimed angrily. "Damn it, he got away!"

"That's it." Cedric shrugged. "Professor Sprout and I have been busy until now, just catching all those Bubotuber that are running around everywhere."

"You've had a tough time." Kyle gave them a sympathetic look.

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

Cedric and his team must have gone to great lengths to retrieve all those Bubotuber... which was evident from their disheveled appearance.

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