Dumbledore Acting Awfully Gay

Professor Snape pointed at Marietta with a trembling hand. His mouth was covered in blisters, and no one could make out what he was mumbling.

He really did look pitiful.

But Marietta was in no better shape than Snape.

She was covered in boils and sobbing, and many boils had suddenly appeared even on her nose.

The young witches and wizards were at a loss, unsure what to do. Snape, the only professor present, was injured and could not even speak.

William pulled out his wand, waved it, and said softly, "Scourgify!"

The potion spilled across the floor vanished in an instant.

He looked at Snape and Marietta, then glanced into his own cauldron.

He was certain his potion was finished.

In other words, it was guaranteed to work.

Seeing the two of them in such pain, William made up his mind. He waved his wand and said, "Quickly Cool!"

The potion, which had still been bubbling, gradually cooled.

The spells William had used were all basic first- and second-year charms, but their effects were just right.

He picked up a test tube from the workbench, scooped up some potion, and splashed it over Professor Snape.

The boils on Snape's neck immediately disappeared, as though they had never been there.

It worked!

Cho came to her senses, picked up a test tube, and began splashing potion over Marietta as well.

All the young witches and wizards rushed over and crowded around to help.

This is too slow!

William waved his wand again, intending to use a Levitation Charm to lift the cauldron and pour it directly over their heads.

But before he could finish, a strong Ravenclaw boy came striding over.

"Out of the way, watch me!" Bell Lyme shouted in a loud voice.

The boy rolled up his sleeves, picked up the cauldron, and stood on a chair. Then he poured all the blue liquid straight over the two of them.

William did not know whether he was helping or taking the chance to get back at Snape, but the boils were completely gone.

"Achoo!" Professor Snape sneezed.

The dungeon classroom was cold to begin with, and to set the mood, he had deliberately removed some of the torches from the walls.

For the first time, Snape regretted choosing this classroom for Potions Class!

"All right, stop crowding around. I'll take them to Madam Pomfrey."

Although Professor Snape's boils were gone, the burns on his face had not healed yet.

Marietta needed to be examined as well. She could not be left with any lingering effects.

"Everyone, put out your fires. Until Professor Snape comes back, no one is to continue brewing potions," William instructed.

He gave Cho a look, telling her to keep an eye on everyone and prevent any more classroom accidents.

Professor Snape could not speak now, so William could only give the orders.

Fortunately, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students were not too mischievous, so nothing serious should happen.

After stepping out into the corridor, William saw Bobocha sitting by a window, basking in the sun.

Mrs. Norris was sitting beside Bobocha!

Bobocha looked at William and then Snape in confusion. Bobocha could not understand how things had ended up like this after they had only been inside for half a day.

Bobocha flicked a tail. Good thing I didn't go into the classroom. It's too dangerous!

All the way there, Professor Snape wrapped his soaking black cloak tightly around himself, trembling from head to toe.

The old bat could not fly anymore.

William was a little emotional.

If Professor Snape had not been standing in that spot, William would probably have been the one injured. Now that was what a teacher of the people looked like! (Tactically leaned back.)

Madam Pomfrey was a plump witch who looked rather stern.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, what happened?"

"Marietta knocked over the Cure for Boils. I think she added the Porcupine Quills without putting out the fire," William answered.

"I've already applied the Cure for Boils I made to her. Please examine her again."

"And what about Professor Snape? How could he fail to look after the young witches and wizards? How irresponsible!" Madam Pomfrey roared.

Before she had finished speaking, she spotted Snape hiding behind the door.

Snape stood awkwardly where he was. The many blisters from the burns on his face gave Madam Pomfrey quite a fright.

She frowned, peering closely to make out who the ugly man before her was. After a moment, she sighed and said, "Both of you, lie down on the beds. You'll be better soon."

William nodded and helped Marietta inside.

A few minutes later, Dumbledore arrived.

Madam Pomfrey went out, clicking her tongue and grumbling all the while. "Potions Class is too dangerous. They should cancel it."

Dumbledore first looked at Marietta. She had taken some medicine and soon fallen asleep.

Snape had a potion applied to his face and was holding a pitch-black cup. The potion inside looked like mud from the bottom of a river.

A cold remedy... Snape had brewed it himself for the Hospital Wing.

But that was precisely why he could barely bring himself to drink it. He had put something nontoxic but hard to swallow in it!

"Good afternoon, William and Professor Snape," Dumbledore said cheerfully.

"Hello, Headmaster, the classroom-"

"I already know the whole story, and I've sent Professor McGonagall to see how things are," Dumbledore said, blinking.

"Don't worry. It's only that our Potions Professor won't be able to teach for the time being."

Professor Snape downed the potion in one gulp. It burned in his mouth and all the way down his throat, making him cough repeatedly and spray spittle.

It tastes just like dog shit!

He suddenly looked at Dumbledore, pointed at Marietta, and mumbled, "Shit... she... I want... deduct... five hundred points!"

Dumbledore frowned slightly and looked puzzled. He looked at William, hoping he would translate.

William quickly waved his hands. "Professor Snape, if you want to thank me, wait until you're better.

As for giving our house a hundred and fifty points, don't even mention it!"

Snape: "..."

Foaming at the mouth, he pointed at William with his hands clawed, looking very agitated.

"My dear boy." Dumbledore blinked and smiled. "Even though you say that, not every student can remain calm in a crisis, especially a first-year.

We established Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the hope of training more witches and wizards like this.

For that, I will award Ravenclaw House fifty points."

"Come along," Dumbledore said. "Our Potions Professor needs his rest too, or Madam Pomfrey will throw us out in a moment."

As the two walked along, Dumbledore greeted the young witches and wizards they passed.

William told Dumbledore about his plan to design a map of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and said, "A very good idea.

In fact, when I first came to Hogwarts, I got lost several times. I even almost went into the girls' bathroom and made an irreversible mistake."

"But I must remind you, William," Dumbledore said, "Hogwarts has many secrets, so many that even I cannot know them all.

Many secrets need to be explored by the students themselves, and they must not become widely known-for example, certain secret passages that lead directly outside the school.

Let secrets remain secrets. If too many people know about them, there will be many irreversible consequences."

William nodded thoughtfully.

"I remember there is a floor plan of Hogwarts Castle in the school library. I hope it will be of help to you."

"Oh, by the way." At a crossroads, Dumbledore seemed to remember something, and a sly smile appeared on his face.

"When you send your friend Miss Edgecombe a get-well card, don't forget our Potions Professor.

He needs care too."

William stared at him, dumbfounded.

He kept feeling that Dumbledore... was acting awfully gay.

----I am Dumbledore's divider----

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