Has Snape Gone Mad?

As it turns out, the principal's influence is often not enough.

Apart from Hagrid, that big oaf, who immediately followed Dumbledore's clapping, no one else clapped... no, it seems there really was one guy who couldn't read the room.

The Ravenclaw Little Eagle all cast curious glances at Bell.

Yes, that guy who couldn't read the room was Bell.

Looking at Professor Moody sitting in the professor's chair, Bell clapped his hands and reminisced about his childhood.

He recalled that during the period when he was frantically hiring tutors, Professor Moody was the one who impressed him the most.

He not only learned a lot of practical tips from Professor Moody, but also learned the Auror training methods, and based on this, he improved the details of various basic training methods.

Meanwhile, influenced by Professor Moody, Bell felt that his father William wanted to harm him during that period!

There was no other way; the people he interacted with most were his family. And his sister and mother would certainly not harm him.

Then the remaining one can basically be confirmed.

Dumbledore glanced at Bell with equal surprise. He hadn't expected this Bell to be so accommodating today.

Could there be some kind of conspiracy?

However, given his own formidable strength, Dumbledore was unafraid of any schemes or tricks.

Clearing his throat, Dumbledore continued the topic that had been interrupted earlier.

"As I mentioned before, this year we will have the great honor of hosting an event that hasn't been held in over a century. I am delighted to announce that the Triwizard Tournament will be held again at Hogwarts this year!"

Before Dumbledore had finished speaking, an even louder uproar filled the Great Hall once again.

Those unfamiliar with the Triwizard Tournament Triwizard Tournament inquiring about its details.

Those familiar with the Triwizard Tournament were shouting excitedly.

After giving the Little Wizard some time to process the information, Dumbledore gave a brief introduction to the Triwizard Tournament and its history. However, when he mentioned the new rule for this year, "only students aged 17 and over are allowed to participate," a chorus of protests immediately erupted in the Great Hall.

Just kidding, if you have to be 17 years old, does that mean only sixth and seventh graders, and some fifth graders whose birthdays come later, can participate?

How could the eager Little Wizard possibly accept this?

However, no matter how much they protested, the Little Wizard clearly couldn't change the rules of the Triwizard Tournament.

Amidst a chorus of wails, the time finally came for dinner, the meal Bell had been eagerly anticipating.

The Ravenclaw Little Eagle around Bell, engrossed in his food, were already used to it.

There were even kind-hearted upperclassmen who reminded the freshmen of a taboo at Ravenclaw —not to sit next to Bell while eating!

Of course, if you want to lose weight, then it doesn't matter.

After a peaceful and comfortable night, Bell's fourth year at Hogwarts officially began.

Unlike previous years, since Dumbledore's announcement last night, the Little Wizard have been discussing the Triwizard Tournament almost all morning.

The most frequently mentioned topic was age restrictions.

Of course, the Little Wizard mostly complained about the unreasonableness of this rule verbally, but in their hearts, they had already reluctantly accepted it.

Besides the Gryffindor Little Lions...

From a great distance, Bell could hear a group of people at the Gryffindor dining table having a heated discussion about how to bypass age restrictions.

Clearly, they are indulging in wishful thinking.

The professors aren't stupid. The school has a clear record of everyone's birth date. How could they possibly let them get away with it?

Because the Gryffindor dining table was too noisy, Bell took Hermione and went to eat at the Slytherin dining table.

(Hermione had never eaten at a Slytherin table before, so Bell specially brought her here to try it out. Although the food was the same every time.)

Slytherin House truly lives up to its reputation as Gryffindor House- rival for many years. Not only in their daily studies, but the two houses also frequently find themselves clashing with each other.

Now, even the atmosphere at the dining table is completely opposite between the two colleges.

Actually, when the news of the Triwizard Tournament first came out, some of the older students, including Xiao She, considered competing for the Triwizard Tournament. Who knows, they might just win?

However, the little snakes who had this idea suffered a triple blow from their classmates, parents, and Professor Snape, and were eventually forced to give up their naive idea.

Unlike the Little Lions who are overflowing with confidence, the snake cubs are quite pragmatic.

After all, how can one successfully carry out intrigue and scheming if one cannot recognize the gap between oneself and the enemy?

After enjoying breakfast in a peaceful (pessimistic and deathly silence), Bell parted ways with his sister and girlfriend and headed alone to the Potions Class classroom.

Upon entering the classroom, Bell immediately saw Professor Snape standing on the podium at the very front of the room.

He glanced at Snape strangely. There was still quite a while before class started, and he had never seen Snape arrive at the classroom this early before.

Good morning, professor.

Despite his doubts, Bell still greeted Snape politely.

"Snort!"

However, unexpectedly, Snape glared at Bell with displeasure, as if Bell owed him money.

"???"

Bell was even more confused now.

Was Snape on fire? Or did he take the wrong medicine? Or did he dream about Harry and his father again last night?

Bell suddenly realized!

With a look of pity on Snape, Bell, a 'successful person' who had already successfully found a partner, generously decided not to hold a grudge against Snape.

Who hasn't been a "simp" at some point?

Long live understanding!

Quietly finding a corner to sit down, Bell took out a spellbook, wanting to read for a while before Potions Class began.

"Bell, would you like to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

Snape's somber voice suddenly rang out in the classroom, startling Bell.

"In no mood!"

Although surprised that Snape would take the initiative to chat with him, Bell still gave a negative answer without any hesitation.

"Very good!"

"Snape said happily, looking as excited as if he had won the lottery."

"Well..."

Could it be that after so many years of torment, coupled with Harry's constant presence under his nose in recent years, Snape finally succumbed to the immense pain and went completely mad?

Thinking of this, Bell's gaze toward Snape became even more filled with pity.