Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 382 376. The Tonda Man of Hogwarts
After learning that Umbridge had been driven away and the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had become vacant, Snape tried to apply for the position again, but was rejected by Dumbledore as expected.

If it were normal times, Dumbledore might be worried about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and maybe it would be Snape.
But that’s not the case now, there are still many candidates.
Of course, the general Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will not be Grindelwald. He is the exclusive professor for fifth-year wizards. Firstly, the fewer people who know his identity, the better. Secondly, and most importantly, that guy is really good at it. Using language, Dumbledore didn't trust him to teach other young wizards.

"Sirius!"

In the fourth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Colin looked at Sirius who was wearing more serious clothes and shouted excitedly.

Then Sirius, who had a serious face, did not maintain his professor image for a second and gave him a big hearty smile.

That's right, the new Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is Sirius Black.

In order to stay with Harry for a while, he went to Dumbledore to introduce himself as soon as he learned that Umbridge was driven away.

Dumbledore naturally agreed to him.

Although Sirius has been imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years, as an adult wizard, he is still more than enough to teach a group of ungraduated wizards.

Snape, who knew that his dream position had been cut off, was so angry that he refused to let strangers in for a whole week.

However, although Sirius came to Hogwarts because of Harry, it was a pity that among the young wizards he taught, only Harry's fifth grade was missing. He was unconvinced by this and rushed over during the fifth grade class. provocative
Publicly questioning Grindelwald's abilities.
Trying to show off in front of Harry.

Then he was slapped hard in the face.

Grindelwald randomly selected a young wizard from Hufflepuff, and taught Sirius remotely and beat Sirius to the ground.

Then he was treated as a negative teaching material and severely criticized in class. It is said that Sirius was so distraught when he left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom that he seemed to have turned into black and white.

Snape's anger subsided a little after he found out.

Well, luckily it was Sirius who took advantage of this.

Should.

In the days that followed, Sirius became completely honest, but as a professor at Hogwarts, he naturally saw Harry many times in school, so he didn't worry too much about it.

Just as Christmas was about to come, a figure that had not appeared for a long time returned to the classroom.

"WOW, let's see who's here?"

"It turns out to be the famous Mr. Dursley. I thought some professor was here."

In Potions class, when Snape saw Dudley sitting in the first row of the classroom, he opened his mouth with a strange feeling.

"Mr. Dursley, please stay after today's class is over."

"I want to know what you have been doing during this time."

Dudley didn't care, he knew it was Snape's concern.

Well, just yesterday, he finally completed the research and development of a new potion
"Okay, Professor."

In fact, he asked Snape for leave before leaving. The reason why the other person said this must be because he had something to ask him for.

Not long after, the rich fragrance that had not been seen for a long time wafted out of the Potions classroom again.

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly. His cooking skills were getting better and better. No, his potion skills were getting better and better.

After the potions class was over and all the little wizards left, Dudley took out a bowl of kelp soup from the cauldron.

"Want some? Professor."

"Helps refresh your mind and relieve fatigue."

"No"

Snape conditionally wanted to refuse, but thought of something and took the bowl Dudley handed him.After taking a brief sip, Snape smacked his lips. He wanted to say something but couldn't help but take another sip.

"Refreshing potion and soothing potion? No, there is also a little effect of the joy potion."

"As expected of Professor Snape, absolutely right."

This is the compound magic soup brewed by Dudley, which has the effects of various magic potions.

Snape wanted to say something negative but swallowed it back.

Well, he literally swallowed it and took another sip.

Snape looked at the empty bowl that had reached the bottom. He couldn't help but praise it.

"It tastes really good."

"I'm still very confident in this aspect of myself."

Dudley drank a large bowl by himself: "Professor Snape, what do you want from me?"

Almost forgot about it.

Snape glanced at Dudley, seemingly reluctant and helpless, and said in a slightly strange tone: "Petunia wrote that Lily didn't like the taste of potions very much."

As little Lily's godfather, Snape cared a lot about her. As long as he showed up at Privet Drive on time whenever he had time, he would often exchange letters with Petunia. Of course, the content was all about little Lily.

"Potions never taste good."

To be precise, no one likes the taste of potions. Except for love potions, which are colorless and odorless, most potions don't taste good.

Who would drink the magic potion if there was no other way?

"Little Lily's talent may not be good and must be cultivated from an early age." Snape paused here.

Dudley also knew what he wanted to say.

"Dudley, can you teach me how to make this soup?"

"With pleasure, Professor."

How can I be unhappy if I am not happy? In order to improve the taste of the potion, I have always been trying to cross the river by feeling for the stones. Now that there is a potion master who can help, it is strange that I am not happy.

One is willing to teach, the other is willing to learn, and the speed is self-evident.

While learning how to cook magic soup, Snape also made some changes to this method.

In a daze, Snape seemed to hear a voice as sweet as an oriole ringing in his ears.

'Severus, no one told you that potions had to be in potion form. '

This is what Lily said to Snape in Potions class when she was in third grade.Maybe it was just an unintentional remark made by Lily, but it was remembered by Snape. Or maybe every move and every word of the other party was deeply imprinted in the heart of the Potions Professor, and he remembered it from time to time.

Unknowingly, in Snape's eyes, Dudley, who was cooking the magic soup, gradually overlapped with that beautiful figure and then quickly separated. It was a mismatch in size. He was at least three times as big as Lily.

He shook his head vigorously to dispel the terrifying image of Lily's head and Dudley's body from his mind.

This disciple of mine has surpassed himself, realized Lily's original vision, and walked his own path.
The Soup Master of Hogwarts.

You might as well call him the Tonda Man from Hogwarts.

(End of this chapter)