LRAB Chapter 292, Section 291: Two Fake Professors
Chapter 292, Section 291: Two Fake Professors
Chapter 292, Section 291: Two Fake Professors
Ron and Neville stopped Snape.
It really startled Snape; the startled reaction was so obvious that even the two Gryffindor students could notice it, which shows just how obvious it was.
"There really is a ghost!"
Ron and Neville stared intently at Snape, whose reaction was even more suspicious than they had imagined.
When Ron shouted "Hermione, hand her over," Snape visibly stiffened, his dark pupils suddenly contracting as if someone had pressed a wand against his back.
This was something that both first-year wizards could see very clearly.
"Hand over Hermione!"
In fact, Ron's mind was blank. He had not only never learned any powerful spells, but he couldn't even remember what spells he had learned. However, this did not stop him from pointing his wand at Snape.
have to say.
This boy truly possessed courage, especially the courage to stand up for his friends—as a child of a wizarding family, Ron certainly knew what it meant to brandish a wand at a wizard.
He was very scared.
My legs were shaking.
However, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.
"You two, stop talking nonsense!" Snape seemed a little flustered, and he subconsciously looked around, as if to make sure that no one else was in the corridor.
Finding everyone in the classroom and no students late, Snape breathed a slight sigh of relief, composed himself, and then looked at the two boys again with his sinister eyes.
of course.
His gaze was still not resolute, but this time, it was noticeably less evasive than before.
"Why aren't you two in class?" Snape asked in a low voice, trying to make himself look intimidating, though there was a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in his voice.
Ron gritted his teeth, his knuckles white as he gripped his wand: "Hand over Hermione! We already know about your evil plan to turn her into a potion!"
Good guy.
There is no threat from Voldemort.
Ron had indeed found a new reason for him to doubt Snape. To be honest, Neville had initially been somewhat skeptical of Ron's absurd idea of "turning Hermione into soup."
however.
Now, seeing Snape's behavior, Neville was losing confidence in his own common sense. He noticed that every time Hermione was mentioned, Snape's expression would become unnatural.
This is not.
Ron kept questioning him.
Snape's Adam's apple bobbed noticeably. His eyes darted around like a startled owl, his gaze repeatedly glancing at the storage cabinet in the corner before quickly shifting away.
"Damn it! Stop your nonsense!"
Snape made a fierce expression.
It's scary.
It's not as scary as it used to be.
This caused Neville and Ron to only take a few steps back. Snape glared at them fiercely, a look that Ron found strangely familiar, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on why. The person before him—his eyes, his movements, even the tone of his voice—was different from usual. Could it be… someone else had transformed into Snape?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Ron dismissed it. He had embarrassed himself yesterday with such a conjecture, and upon returning to Hogwarts, he had secretly vowed never to make the same mistake again.
"This Snape isn't right... but then again, he does seem right?"
Neville also felt that the face looked familiar.
However, he is not good at thinking.
of course.
The situation before him was perhaps beyond Nave's comprehension.
"Anyway, it seems Professor Snape really did turn Hermione into a potion!" Neville exclaimed, raising his trembling wand in horror, his voice rising with fear.
"Shut up, you two idiots." Snape's face turned deathly pale instantly. He took a step forward and covered Neville's mouth with his long, thin fingers.
"Shut up, Longbottom!"
He lowered his voice and snapped, his tone panicked as an older student walked by. Snape stared at the student, who immediately took off running.
Fortunately, I didn't hear anything I shouldn't have.
Those were Gryffindor students.
If Ron and Neville's nonsense were overheard, who knows what would happen the next day after the law of rumor fermentation, with rumors spreading like Hermione being turned into jelly by Snape?
"Something's not right! You're definitely feeling guilty!"
Ron's guard went on high alert instantly. Snape's reaction was so unusual—he usually just sneered, deducted points, or shut them up with a sarcastic remark.
But now it looks like he's done something wrong.
"Yesterday I went to your office and saw something that looked like a hair in your potion! And it was moving! You...you haven't brewed more than one junior wizard's potion already, have you?"
Neville's voice trembled with fear.
That's quite imaginative.
Snape's face turned even paler than usual. He covered Neville's mouth with a force that almost suffocated him. His fingers trembled slightly, but he still stared intently at the two of them.
"You know nothing. Go back to your classrooms right now, or I'll have Professor McGonagall come and talk to you personally." His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Professor McGonagall can't threaten us! Professor McGonagall will only help us save Hermione!" Ron's words may have hit Snape's weak spot right now.
His expression kept changing.
In the end, they no longer dared to threaten Professor McGonagall.
And Snape seemed weak.
"Speak!" Ron immediately mustered his courage and took a step forward, his trembling voice echoing in the empty cellar corridor, "Is there any chance your potion can still turn her back into Hermione?"
have to say.
Ron's imagination is probably beyond Neville's reach.
What an outrageous idea!
What an imaginative idea!
If Ian weren't here, he would be amazed by Ron's understanding of the saying "wizards are omnipotent"! This kind of unwavering belief born from such a wild imagination is the true meaning of omnipotence!
Neville wasn't the only one looking completely bewildered.
"??????"
Snape was stunned.
"Who told you that wizards can be brewed into potions? And that potions can be brewed into wizards? Are you out of your minds? Or have you gone mad because of what happened yesterday?"
Snape's exasperated tone finally regained its familiar feel.
"Miss Granger is just guarding my unfinished potion! She'll give Gryffindor twenty points for that! And you? Are you going to deduct a few more points from Gryffindor?" Snape said in a strange, sarcastic tone, his angry expression reverting to his usual gloomy demeanor.
Ron and Neville exchanged bewildered glances. The explanation sounded plausible, but Snape's behavior was completely unlike his usual self—he was too nervous, even somewhat incoherent.
It doesn't seem like they haven't done anything wrong at all.
Are you sure?
Ron asked suspiciously.
Snape paused for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.
"Weasley, you don't even trust your own professor? It seems your mother really needs to teach you some manners." After saying this, he pressed his lips into a tight line.
He seemed to realize that he had said something he shouldn't have.
but.
This familiar feeling.
This made Ron and Neville somewhat apprehensive again.
"Alright, don't waste any more time in class," Snape suddenly said, his face darkening. "If either of you doesn't go to class soon, Gryffindor will lose fifty points—no, five hundred."
His threat had an immediate effect.
Ron's eyes widened. Five hundred points? Snape was actually going to deduct five hundred points from Gryffindor? If the Gryffindor students found out, wouldn't he be condemned for the rest of his life? Based on past experience, if they dared to block his way and question him like this, they would only lose ten or twenty points, plus a week of detention for guessing games!
"There's definitely something wrong with him!"
Even though Ron was furious.
I don't dare to gamble.
Even so, he still didn't even consider going to Professor McGonagall. Ron stared at Snape resentfully, but the latter had already turned and pushed open the door to the Potions classroom.
The black robe billowed, like a dark cloud eager to escape.
"We have to get to his office! Find Hermione, the one he's boiling in the cauldron!" Ron whispered to Neville. "That Snape has definitely done something to Hermione!"
They remained as certain as ever.
However, the idea of creating a time gap to attack Snape is not bad.
He can be considered somewhat intelligent.
but.
Such cleverness doesn't necessarily lead to good results.
……
After the footsteps completely disappeared.
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Behind the gate.
Snape slowly loosened his grip, looking down at his fingertips—where Neville's saliva remained. After quickly cleaning them, the Potions professor let out a long sigh.
He gasped for breath as if surfacing from deep water.
"I almost gave myself away..." he muttered to himself as he walked forward, his voice no longer hoarse and deep, but slightly hoarse yet softer.
The second-year students were already seated in the classroom.
Many people turned around and looked at them.
However, these unfamiliar faces made Snape less nervous.
"Alright, let's begin the lesson!"
Snape strode up to the podium.
In the classroom, the second-year students sat nervously in front of their respective cauldrons, waiting for Snape to begin with his usual sharp tongue. But today's Snape... was different. The professor held a brand-new notebook and read from it verbatim, his voice as flat as a puppet under a "mechanization spell."
"Today's topic is... uh... today we'll talk about how to make 'Sleep-inducing Flower Extract'..." He looked down at his notes and began his lecture at a rapid pace.
"Step one, add... um... stir clockwise three times... then..." He read the contents of his notes word by word, pausing occasionally to write down a few key steps.
No one was named, and no one was ridiculed.
Propaganda according to the book.
It was indeed just reading from the script.
And there's a feeling that's not quite familiar to me.
The students exchanged bewildered glances. Snape, as usual, didn't need notes; he could simultaneously humiliate any top student with sarcastic remarks while pinpointing the errors in everyone's potions with pinpoint accuracy.
But today, the professor didn't even mention trolls twice.
This is very unusual.
Someone whispered.
"The professor seems a bit different today..."
"Really? I did think he didn't yell at anyone much today; in fact, he was quite mild-mannered."
"That's strange."
……
Many people have doubts.
but.
Snape's established authority remained intact, and no one dared to raise their hand to ask questions. For the next forty minutes, Snape barely looked up.
He seemed completely oblivious to the students' whispers, mechanically pacing around the classroom, occasionally glancing down at his notes, before continuing to lecture in that strange, monotone voice.
After class, the students left the classroom, puzzled and discussing the matter.
"Did you notice? Snape didn't swear once today!"
"He didn't even lose points! When Neville's potion started emitting black smoke, he just sighed!"
"Merlin's beard, could he be under some kind of curse?"
……
The students whispered amongst themselves, much bolder now that the professor was gone. In the hallway, Snape listened to these whispers, a slight smile playing on his lips, a sense of relief washing over him.
"great!"
Hermione secretly rejoiced that her disguise had worked. Today's classes had gone smoothly without her giving herself away or arousing suspicion; she could finally earn some House Credits for Gryffindor.
Yes.
Snape tempted Hermione with benefits, and Hermione couldn't resist the temptation. She was also curious about what it would be like to be a teacher, so she impersonated Snape and helped him with his lessons.
There was no other way; Snape was still hanging upside down, and he couldn't very well let Hermione lead him to class. His only options were to skip class or find someone to take his place.
To avoid arousing suspicion and prompting others to test him in his office, Snape essentially had only one option—he used a combination of bonus points and the threat of carrots to persuade Hermione.
Give Hermione special treatment.
This situation is also part of the reason.
Hermione was incredibly nervous after she started working under a false identity.
the first time.
It's inevitable to feel nervous and unaccustomed.
Hermione was terrified, especially when Ron and Neville showed up.
"Hopefully they've gone back to class and stopped making wild guesses." Hermione couldn't help but rub her temples whenever she thought about Ron's bizarre ideas.
I successfully passed the first class.
Hermione also relaxed a little bit.
She felt her disguise was perhaps flawless, but this confidence didn't last long—probably until she bumped into Gilderoy Lockhart at the corner of the corridor.
"Ah! Professor Snape! Good morning."
Lockhart flashed his signature, bright smile.
Upon hearing this...
Hermione spoke instinctively.
"Good morning, Professor Lockhart." She realized something was wrong as soon as she said it; Snape's attitude towards Lockhart had always been rather hostile.
Hermione hurriedly covered her mouth, her eyes darting around nervously.
Lockhart raised an eyebrow, his smile still bright. "The weather's nice today, and you seem to be in a good mood. But... are you catching a cold?"
"The voice sounds strange."
Lockhart's tone carried a hint of uncertainty.
No, no.
Hermione quickly made her escape.
Run fast.
He quickly bypassed Lockhart and practically fled the corridor. Lockhart stood there, watching his retreating figure, thoughtfully stroking his chin.
Hermione Granger.
The voice Lockhart is speaking is also a female voice.
It's Aurora.
(End of this chapter)