Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 16 Draco's sharp tongue might be hereditary.

It had already gotten dark.

A deep red steam locomotive sped through mountains and dense forests under a purple sky.

After rounding a bend, the train gradually slowed down, and the outline of the thousand-year-old village of Hogsmeade became faintly visible, while the Hogwarts Castle, which had stood for a thousand years, cast a huge shadow in the distance.

The students, who had already changed into their school uniforms, pushed and shoved their way to the car door.

The new students' faces showed a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. They were looking forward to the new life that was about to begin, but nervous about the unknown of that ancient castle.

The returning students weren't nervous at all; they were more excited or discussing whether their favorite foods would be served at the opening banquet.

Belvina Black sat motionless in the cubicle, not in a hurry at all. She adjusted her suitcase to wardrobe mode and slowly found a robe that could ward off the chilly Scottish night wind.

About five minutes later, the Hogwarts Express slowly pulled into the small, dark station in Hogsmeade.

As soon as the train came to a stop, the students excitedly rushed off, chasing and playing, calling to their friends, and the small station instantly became extremely lively.

Belvina rose and draped a dark robe over her emerald green dress, then slowly walked out of the compartment. Her suitcase, bearing the initials BB of her name, was left inside; the train staff and house-elves would take it to where it belonged.

The chill of the night made Belvina shiver involuntarily as she stepped out of the car. She tightened her robe and looked around.

Hogsmeade remained the same as always, quiet in the night with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys; the train station was also the same as always, dark and bustling with people.

Amidst the sea of ​​students, Rupert Hagrid, the Hogwarts key keeper and gamekeeper, called out loudly, a fierce yet gentle smile on his bearded face.

Standing at least ten feet tall, Hagrid looked like a raptor suddenly appearing among a flock of chicks as he stood among the students, waving his arms and shouting, "Freshmen! First-year students, come this way! All freshmen, come this way!"

Hagrid will lead the new students on a traditional lake-crossing trip, which is said to be the way the Big Four arrived here. The boat trip will also allow the new students to take in the full view of the school at the first opportunity.

Belvina watched as the burly Hagrid led a group of tiny creatures away, her feelings toward this exaggeratedly large wizard were somewhat complicated.

Without a doubt, Hagrid the Bearded is a kind man. Despite his somewhat menacing appearance, resembling an intern turned Auror, he is a gentle and loving person.

But Hagrid's carelessness often leads him to do foolish things, sometimes causing considerable trouble for others. Perhaps only that old man Albus Dumbledore could tolerate him.

The night wind was chilly, and Belvina decided to return to the warm castle of Hogwarts first, and then reminisce about everything related to the school.

Belvina, wrapped tightly in her long robe, rejoined the crowd and walked with the students along the platform outwards. They then turned onto a rough road where at least a hundred carriages were waiting for the remaining students.

Strange and magical creatures—Thestrals—stood between the shafts of the carriage.

They had no flesh on their bodies; their black fur clung tightly to their skeletons, making every bone clearly visible. White pupils sat atop their dragon-like heads, and large, black, sturdy wings sprouted from the bulges between their shoulder bones.

The Thestral stood quietly in the deepening darkness, needing no background music to make one feel as if they were in a horror movie scene.

In addition, the Thestral's ability to be seen only by those who have witnessed death makes it no wonder that it is considered an ominous symbol with a chilling reputation.

In reality, Thestrals do not usually attack humans unless provoked. Moreover, domesticated Thestrals are extremely loyal to their masters and can fight alongside them, launching unexpected attacks.

Eh?

Why does he look a little like Hagrid, that careless big guy?

Belvina didn't dare to provoke the Thestrals. She casually climbed into a carriage that smelled faintly of straw and began her bumpy journey.

Sometimes Belvina wondered why, even though Hogwarts had been established for a thousand years, the road from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts was still in such poor condition. Had no one ever thought of repairing the road?

Could it be that the wizards don't know the principle that to get rich, you must first build roads?

As the carriage rolled forward, Belvina swayed rhythmically inside, the Scottish wind relentlessly seeping into the carriage through the gaps, and gusts of cold air constantly assaulting her.

Technology is the primary productive force.

Belvina sighed silently, wondering if the wizards were spoiled by the magic and convenience of magic, which was why they were still living like the Victorian era at the end of the 20th century, or if the wizards were using this stagnant way to reminisce about their glorious past.

Just as Belvina was lost in thought, the carriage passed through a pair of magnificent cast-iron gates and continued towards the magnificent castle along the stone pillars topped with winged boars, with many corner towers and towers becoming increasingly clear in the view.

The carriage swayed and came to a stop in front of the castle gate. Belvina eagerly climbed out of the carriage, ignoring the surprised crowd around her, and hurried down the long stone steps into the warm castle.

The foyer was brightly lit by torches, and a marble staircase led upstairs; the door to the auditorium was open, and the velvety black ceiling twinkled with starlight, while thousands of candles floated in the air, illuminating the auditorium.

Belvina walked through the auditorium and, guided by the fat monk, headed towards the staff lounge.

As soon as he entered, the chatter in the lounge immediately stopped, and the professors from all disciplines looked over. The appearance of the new Muggle Research Professor caused these seniors to have different expressions.

Who's the kind person who can get Professor Black to teach a Muggle Studies class?

Is it about teaching students how to hunt Muggles as quickly as possible, or how to hunt Muggles without being thrown into Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic?

Some professors remained calm, nodding and smiling in acknowledgment. The two deans, Professor Pomona Sprout, who was quite plump, and Professor Felius Flitwick, who was short in stature, did not seem too surprised, perhaps because they felt that Dumbledore must have had a deeper meaning in doing so.

Some professors were quite agitated, and they specifically criticized Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin, who had just demonstrated his special skill to everyone—how to insult people with his face, and how to do it in a very offensive way.

Professor Snape seemed to have a particular fondness for the surname Black. His relationship with Sirius Black was extremely poor, and his relationship with Belvina Black was not much better.

Belvina completely ignored Snape, who was insulting her with his face, and simply ignored her own headmaster.

"Belvina!"

A young witch suddenly darted out from the group of professors, rushing into Belvina's open arms like a bird returning to its nest. Her voice trembled as she continued, "Is this the surprise you mentioned in your letter?"

Bassheda Bablin, the Hogwarts professor of ancient runes, is a knowledgeable witch with a voluptuous figure, blonde hair, red lips, and curved eyebrows—a typical Western sweetheart.

She was Belvina's best friend, and her only friend.

The only photo on the desk in the Public Information Office was a picture of Belvina and Bassheda at their graduation.

"Of course, darling," Belvina said softly, hugging him tightly. "I only decided to come to Hogwarts because of you. Merlin knows what I've sacrificed for this; my mother would kill me."

The highest level of deception is to deceive without completely deceiving someone.

Belvina, with her tendency to talk nonsense, immediately dismissed all other factors that had led her to Hogwarts, earning her an even warmer embrace and a brighter smile from Bassheda.

"I knew you wouldn't leave me here alone," Bassheda said, moved. "If your mother really did come out of the portrait, I would definitely protect you!"

Professor Bablin spoke sincerely, and his embrace became even more powerful, as if the towering mountain peaks had undergone a tectonic movement and collided violently.

"Honey, it's too tight, I can't breathe."

Belvina patted Bassheda's chubby arm and, recklessly, continued, "Have you lost weight recently? You seem so empty when I hug you!"

Belvina Black II died suddenly at the age of twenty-something.

"Why is everyone so quiet?" Hagrid said gruffly. He had just handed the first-year student over to Professor McGonagall and had no idea that a murder had almost taken place in the lounge.

Belvina Black II was spared death due to Rubeus Hagrid's sudden intrusion.