Was there anything more hopeless than facing questions set by Snape?
Yes!
Facing an irritable Snape who had not slept for three days and had been dragged away just as he finally emerged from his research.
At Hogwarts, three professors could shoulder this responsibility.
The first was Professor McGonagall. Unfortunately, she was now the headmistress, as well as one of the judges.
The second was Professor Flitwick. Unfortunately, he was so short that the students might easily miss his gestures.
The third was Snape.
He had unquestionably been a genius since childhood.
During his school days, he had created numerous spells and demonstrated extraordinary mastery of magic.
After graduating from Hogwarts, he had become a professor there at twenty-one.
He fully deserved the title of youngest professor.
As for his talent in potions, he was a Potions Master who had received repeated invitations from the Potions Department.
No matter how one looked at it, Snape was the most suitable person to host this competition.
The position required enough knowledge to judge whether the students' answers were correct.
The moment Snape stepped out, the atmosphere across the competition grounds grew a little colder.
His expression was anything but pleasant.
He wore a long face and looked utterly fed up.
Before the sun had even risen, this dedicated Potions Professor had still been researching the Meteorite John had left behind.
Once the holidays ended, he would also have to face that troublesome pack of students.
His resentment had accumulated to the point that even the famously tough students from Koldovstoretz shrank back at the sight of him.
Hogwarts's contestants consisted of one Gryffindor, one Ravenclaw, and one Hufflepuff.
Unfortunately, Snape deducted points from everyone except Slytherin.
They felt as though they were back in class. The points they had lost over seven