Chapter 32 Snape's Love Letter

Professor Tywin was undoubtedly lucky.

Judy Crouch's withdrawal spell shot at the base of his thigh, less than a centimeter away from a special part.

At that distance, if Judy's little hand shook a little, Tywin wouldn't be able to laugh.

Although there are no bones there, who can guarantee that the cavernous body or the prostate will not disappear.

After all, no wizard has ever tried it.

Madam Pomfrey was not happy.

"You shouldn't teach the little wizard such dangerous magic!" she said angrily, "you are all injured, how can you still protect the children?"

Madam Pomfrey thanked William again, and said he could teach at Hogwarts in the future.

The school lacks such an excellent professor!

This embarrassed Snape and Tywin lying on the bed.

Madam Pomfrey threw Tywin a set of pajamas gloomily. "Professor, you have to stay here at night, but you will suffer more."

She took another large bottle from the cart with the label "Bone Spirit" on it.

"But with Professor Snape by your side, it shouldn't be particularly difficult," she said, pouring out a steaming mug of potion and handing it to Professor Tywin.

"It smells weird, but it works."

Professor Tywin looked at the lump of yellow viscous liquid in the cup, resisted the nausea, and drank it in one gulp.

The raw bone spirit burned in Tywin's mouth, and then burned down the throat, causing him to cough again and again, and the yellow liquid splashed.

However, the visual impact is more unacceptable than the taste discomfort.

Madam Pomfrey stepped back, still smacking her lips, complaining that the Defence Against the Dark Arts class was too dangerous and the teachers were too incompetent.

If Madam Pomfrey was the headmaster, probably only medical classes would be allowed.

Snape's bed, not far from Professor Tywin.

He was wearing a black cartoon pajamas printed not with little green snakes, but with two silver doe grazing together.

An elusive smile appeared on Professor Snape's face, and greasy said: "Oh, let me see, who is this... how? Tywin, looks seriously injured?"

"It's okay." Professor Tywin smiled. "It's just like you study."

The burns on Snape's face were almost healed, but there was still a bandage around his neck that looked like a mummy.

Snape also wanted to go back, but in this hospital, no one could defy Madam Pomfrey, not even Dumbledore.

William noticed that on Snape's table, there were a few condolence cards and a piece of creme fraiche.

Stuff is pitiful.

In addition to the things that William called on Cedric and a few Ravenclaw students to send, there were only condolence cards from the professors.

Almost none of the students sent him, including Slytherin!

William seriously suspected that the condolence cards of those faculty members were also euphemistically "remind" by the old man Dumbledore.

It can be seen that Professor Snape's popularity is really not very popular!

and many more……

William's dark green eyes flashed with shock.

Merlin's beard!

He was actually in the trash can and saw a bunch of flowers, or roses!

In any culture, roses represent love, and the wizarding world is no exception!

What, wild lily...sorry, is there spring in the old bat too?

Professor Tywin followed William's line of sight and also noticed this. He quietly took the wand by the pillow and used the Flying Charm on the flower.

The whole bouquet flew into Professor Tywin's hands. On the bouquet, there was a small pink card with a brightly dressed witch on it, who was blowing kisses.

Shock! Hogwarts Hospital, in front of Professor Snape's bed,

The "small card" in the hotel appeared unexpectedly.

Professor Snape won't be "witcher-jumped", will he?

William is obviously overthinking, there is no such "high-end" scam in the magic world.

This is just a simple and simple confession letter.

I saw Professor Tywin coughing, and like a poet, he read aloud emotionally:

"Oh,

your eyes,

As black as the dung beetle who just pushed the dung ball,

your hair,

With a beautiful luster like gutter oil,

you are full of stories,

Almost as vicissitudes as the dark dungeon,

I wish you were mine,

You are really handsome,

Warriors who conquer potions!

 …”

"Fractured!"

Before Professor Tywin had finished reading, the whole card exploded in an instant, and Snape stared at Tywin with a pale face.

Murderous!

Not to be outdone, Professor Tywin held his wand and aimed it at Snape.

"Come on, Severus, I've wanted to fight you for a long time."

The camouflaged smile on Tywin's face disappeared, and he shouted, "You despicable traitor!"

"I didn't..." The pupils in Snape's eyes shrank sharply, and a flash of pain flashed.

"No? Then how did James and the Dark Lord die? Why did you live peacefully at Hogwarts for ten years?" Professor Tywin said coldly.

"Severus, you should have entered Azkaban, not Sirius..."

William stood there dumbfounded.

Except for the Dark Lord, he didn't know any of the people mentioned by Professor Tywin.

But he could know that Snape and Tywin had known each other.

Maybe a classmate, but not a college.

Madam Pomfrey heard the movement and walked in quickly, she screamed, and they both lowered their wands at the same time.

Soon, William was also kicked out.

After the first get out of class, the news that Professor Tywin was hospitalized spread throughout Hogwarts.

In two days, two professors fell in a row, and William's title of "Professor Killer" spread like wildfire.

All the teachers started avoiding him.

But William was famous and popular at Ravenclaw Academy.

His performance in the classroom was there for all to see, and Ravenclaw students knew the truth.

Of course, most of the students at Hogwarts were also looking forward to it, and hoped that William would be able to make another good story, so that the third and fourth professors were admitted to the hospital.

But it's a pity that Professor Flitwick is so witty.

In the first few weeks of spells class, spells are not taught, only wand waving gestures.

There are only seven basic movements, but there are more than 230 variants derived from them.

If it involves the magic of ancient runes, the action of waving the wand will be more complicated, cumbersome and changeable.

Professor Flitwick will not teach all of them, he only teaches the most basic movements, enough for schoolwork and daily life.

The remaining knowledge points will be learned in advanced classes, or left to students who have spare capacity to study!

As for ordinary students, do not make too many demands.

Therefore, in order to prevent teaching accidents, Professor Flitwick does not allow the little wizards to use wands, and can only use wooden sticks with similar shapes instead.

He was really afraid that some students would accidentally poke someone else, or make another mess, which would lead to his hospitalization as a professor.

William's swing was very standard, and Professor Flitwick hurriedly added a point to him and told him to stop quickly.

William was very aggrieved. From the beginning to the end, it was an accident caused by others. He was just dealing with the aftermath. What does it have to do with him?

Of course, the aftermath is not without benefits at all. In just two days, William has added 120 points to Ravenclaw Academy.

One percent of it was added because of Snape and Tywin's teaching accident.

At this point, Ravenclaw is far ahead, counting the sapphires in the hourglass, they can go around Hogwarts, and for two consecutive days, the school ranks first!

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(ps Merry Christmas, the first update, please recommend (????ω????))