Although Wizet had been prepared, hearing Snape speak like that still filled him with regret. "Professor Snape..."
"Perhaps you shouldn't call me that anymore." Snape shook his head lightly. "I know what I'm capable of. Do you really think... I'm a qualified professor?"
After saying that, his expression actually relaxed somewhat, as though he were stating something that had nothing to do with him.
After everything that had happened, he understood even more deeply that he was completely unsuited to the role of a "professor."
This time, Wizet answered without the slightest hesitation. "At least in my eyes, you are absolutely a qualified professor! You will always be my Potions professor!"
"Is that so?" Snape raised an eyebrow, his tone softening slightly. "You'll continue studying at Hogwarts, won't you? Wouldn't that be a little unfair to your next Potions professor?"
"Of course not!" Wizet said. "No one says I can only have one Potions professor. No matter who teaches me Potions in the future, it won't affect your place in my heart."
Snape's lips moved, as though he were trying to force out a genuine smile. But because it had been so long since he had made such an expression, the result was far from what it should have been.
He shook his head softly, his expression returning to calm. "Wizet, you're as sly as ever!"
"You are a very good student. In the eyes of any professor, you would be!" His expression turned serious. "That's what I say!"
His voice paused, as though he wanted to say more, but in the end, he did not continue.
For him, being able to say something so nearly straightforward to Wizet's face was already a miracle.
Wizet gave a proper bow and said solemnly, "Professor Snape, thank you for your approval!"
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