Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 967: Chapter 291: Two Fake Professors (2)

At last, he didn’t dare to use Professor McGonagall as a threat anymore.

And seeing that Snape seemed weakened.

"Speak!" Ron immediately plucked up his courage and stepped forward, his trembling voice echoing in the empty dungeon corridor, "Is there a chance your potion can be brewed back into Hermione?"

It must be said.

Ron’s imagination might be beyond Neville’s wildest dreams.

Such an absurd thought.

What an imaginative idea!

If Ian were here, he would be astonished by Ron’s understanding of the phrase "wizards can do anything"! This kind of steadfast belief in under such imagination is truly omnipotent!

It wasn’t just Neville who looked bewildered.

"?????"

Even Snape was dumbfounded.

"Who told you that wizards can be brewed into potions? And then potions can be brewed back into wizards? Are you out of your minds? Or have you gone crazy because of yesterday’s events?"

Snape’s exasperated tone finally found its familiar edge.

"Miss Granger is merely helping me keep an eye on the potion I haven’t finished yet! She’ll contribute twenty points to Gryffindor because of it! And you! Are you trying to deduct more points from Gryffindor?" Snape pinched his throat, speaking in a strange, sarcastic tone, his angry expression reminiscent of his usual gloominess.

Ron and Neville exchanged glances. The explanation sounded reasonable, but Snape’s demeanor was completely unlike his usual self—he was too nervous, even somewhat incoherent.

It doesn’t seem like he hasn’t done anything wrong, does it?

"Are you sure?"

Ron asked suspiciously.

Snape was taken aback for a moment, then sneered.

"Weasley, you don’t even trust your own professor? It seems your mother really should teach you some manners." After saying this, his lips tightened into a straight line.

He seemed to realize he had said something he shouldn’t have.

However.

This familiar feeling.

Indeed made Ron and Neville somewhat apprehensive again.

"Alright, stop wasting time in class," Snape suddenly put on a stern face, his voice dripping with gloom, "If you two don’t go to class now, Gryffindor will lose fifty points—no, five hundred points."

His threat worked effectively.

Ron widened his eyes. Five hundred points? Snape is actually going to deduct five hundred points from Gryffindor? If the Gryffindor students found out, wouldn’t he be criticized for a lifetime? According to past experiences, whenever they dared to question like this in the corridor, only ten, twenty points would be deducted, along with a week’s detention!

"He definitely has issues!"

No matter how furious Ron was.

He didn’t dare take the gamble.

Yet even so, he didn’t think of going to Professor McGonagall. Ron reluctantly stared at Snape, but the latter had already turned around and pushed open the door to the Potion Classroom.

The black robe billowed like a cloud desperate to escape.

"We have to go to his office! Find Hermione brewed in the crucible!" Ron said in a low voice to Neville, "That Snape absolutely has done something horrible to Hermione!"

Still so certain.

However, the idea of catching Snape off guard was actually quite clever.

Considered somewhat smart.

Yet.

This kind of cleverness may not necessarily lead to good results.

...

Once the sound of footsteps completely faded.

Behind the door.

Snape slowly released his tightly clenched hand, looking down at his fingertips—there was still Neville’s saliva on them, which he quickly cleaned before the Professor of Potions let out a long breath.

As if taking large breaths after emerging from deep water.

"Almost got found out..." He muttered to himself as he walked, his voice no longer as hoarse and low but slightly hoarse yet softened.

The second-year students were already seated in the classroom.

Many turned their heads and looked.

But these unfamiliar faces didn’t make Snape so nervous.

"Alright, let’s start the class!"

Snape briskly walked to the podium.

In the classroom, second-year students sat nervously at their crucibles, waiting for Snape to open with his usual harsh words. But today, Snape was... not quite the same. The professor held a brand new notebook and read it verbatim, his voice monotonous like a puppet under a "Mechanization Curse."

"Today’s content is... um... today we discuss the preparation of ’Sleeping Flower Extract’..." He looked down at the notebook, quickly proceeding with the lecture.

"Step one, add... um... stir three times clockwise... and then..." Reading the content in the notebook word for word, occasionally stopping to jot down key steps.

No one was named, and no one was mocked.

Verbatim.

Indeed, verbatim.

And there was a somewhat unfamiliar feeling.

The students exchanged glances. Typically, Snape didn’t need notes; he could mock any top student with biting words while precisely pointing out each student’s potion errors.

But today, the professor barely mentioned the giant twice.

Too unusual.

Some whispered.

"It seems the professor isn’t quite the same today..."

"Really? I also think he hasn’t been scolding anyone today, rather gentle."

"Very strange indeed."

...

Many were suspicious.

However.

The authority Snape had established over the years still lingered, and no one dared to raise their hands for questions; for the next forty minutes, Snape hardly looked up.

He seemed completely unaware of the students’ whispers, only mechanically pacing the classroom, occasionally glancing at the notebook, then continuing to teach in that bizarre, flat voice.

After class, the students left the classroom perplexed, buzzing with conversations.

"Did you guys notice? Snape didn’t scold anyone today!"

"He didn’t even deduct points! When Neville’s potion emitted black smoke, he just sighed!"

"Merlin’s beard, could he be under some sort of evil curse?"

...

After leaving the professor, the students chatted more boldly in the corridor. Snape listened to the whispers, feeling a slight sense of relief.

"Great!"

Hermione secretly rejoiced at her successful impersonation. The class went smoothly today, without revealing herself or arousing suspicion; she finally managed to earn some house points back for Gryffindor.

Indeed.

Snape tempted Hermione with benefits, and Hermione couldn’t resist the temptation, also curious about what it felt like to be a teacher, so she impersonated Snape to help him teach.

No way, Snape was still suspended upside down; he couldn’t have Hermione drag him to teach, could he? His only options were not to teach or have someone substitute for him.

To prevent more people from being suspicious, run to his office and probe, Snape had only one choice—he persuaded Hermione with a carrot-and-stick approach using points and threats.

Gave Hermione special lessons.

Partly because of this situation.

Hermione was extremely nervous after taking the impostor responsibility.

The first time.

Sure to be nervous and uneasy.

Especially when Ron and Neville appeared; Hermione was simply scared out of her wits.

"Hope they go back to class properly and not make wild guesses," Hermione couldn’t help but rub her temples thinking of Ron’s bizarre ideas.

Successfully muddled through the first class.

Hermione relaxed a bit.

She thought her disguise might be flawless, though this confidence didn’t last long—roughly until she turned a corner in the corridor and bumped into Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Ah! Professor Snape! Good morning."

Lockhart showed his signature, dazzling smile.

Upon hearing.

Hermione instinctively replied.

"Good morning to you too, Professor Lockhart." After saying this, she realized something was wrong; the real Snape always had a distasteful attitude towards Lockhart.

Hermione hastily covered her mouth, her eyes flickering uncertainly.

Lockhart raised an eyebrow, his face still smiling brilliantly, "The weather’s nice today, you seem to be in a good mood. But... are you coming down with something?"

"Your voice sounds strange."

Lockhart’s tone was a bit unsure.

"No, no."

Hermione quickly fled.

Ran swiftly.

Almost escaped down the corridor past Lockhart. Lockhart stood in place, watching her distant figure, thoughtfully stroking his chin.

"Hermione Granger."

The voice Lockhart emitted was female.

It was Aurora.