Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 29 Malfoy's Strangeness

As night falls and weary birds return to their nests, the ancient castle, thousands of years old, is shrouded in mystery.

The long corridor was empty, and unusually loud footsteps echoed between the walls, while the flickering firelight cast long, slanted shadows.

Ancient Rune Sweetheart walked happily ahead, hopping and skipping like a lively little rabbit.

Paul Bernard, the alchemist nemesis, followed behind dejectedly, his mind filled with the failed alchemy experiment. Where exactly did things go wrong?

Did you not kowtow and pray to the instrument when adding materials, or did you not idly touch your butt while it was resting, or did you not wear a hat when doing the experiment tonight?

At the two professors' destination, in Belvina Black's lounge, a conversation between relatives is taking place.

In the warm living room, Belvina was dressed casually, wearing an oversized men's T-shirt with soft trousers and cotton slippers, her long black hair tied up in a loose bun.

She sat in an armchair by the fireplace, holding a letter in her hand. A large pot sat in the fireplace, from which a fragrant aroma wafted out from time to time.

Draco Malfoy sat opposite Belvina, his posture impeccable, his oval face taut, barely daring to breathe.

It wasn't that young Master Malfoy had caused trouble again; he was currently busy with the seniority system within Slytherin and didn't have time for his love-hate relationship with Harry Potter. Besides that, young Master Malfoy also had to deal with the trouble caused by Belvina. Draco was extremely busy, practically running around like a headless chicken.

Just like tonight, Draco could have comfortably stayed in his Slytherin lakeside room instead of going to the professor's office and sitting face-to-face with his elective professor.

But since Draco was stuck with his father Lucius and his aunt Belvina, he could only act as a messenger between his father and aunt, like a diligent owl.

Belvina read the letter expressionlessly. The letter seemed to be Lucius, as a father, expressing his longing for his son, but he mentioned Belvina repeatedly in the letter and mentioned that some people were holding meetings and discussing things behind his back.

That's why Draco brought the letter to Belvina. Although Malfoy didn't quite understand why his father did this, he knew what he had to do.

Draco, the young master, couldn't understand, but Belvina could see it as her brother-in-law's subtle reminder. He was warning Belvina to be wary of possible attacks; someone was targeting her!

Lucius Malfoy's behavior really surprised Belvina. This time, her brother-in-law didn't hide like he usually did, but instead chose to send a message to Belvina through his son. It was truly an eye-opener.

"Did you understand?" Draco asked cautiously. From childhood, Draco knew that his father and the aunt in front of him didn't get along.

Belvina despised Mr. Malfoy for being useless, a fickle opportunist; Mr. Malfoy despised Belvina for being a crazy girl, lacking any awareness of being a pure-blood wizard.

Strangely, when Belvina chose to support Fudge, Mr. Malfoy immediately pulled out a large sum of gold without even asking Belvina why. This cannot be explained simply by saying "she's foolish and rich."

"Of course, your deadbeat father was subtly reminding me to be careful."

Although she was grateful to Mr. Malfoy for his unnecessary reminder, Belvina still wouldn't let it go.

Seeing that Belvina wasn't angry, Draco finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed. Poor kid, caught in the middle between his father and aunt.

"Is it because of what you did in class?" Draco asked again, his silver-grey eyes filled with confusion. He didn't understand why Belvina would do that.

Belvina glanced at Draco with slight surprise and said, "Who told you that? Are there many Slytherin students who know about this?"

"Harry Potter. I overheard him talking about it with the Weasley boys," Draco said. "I don't know if the other students know."

Hogwarts has four houses, and Gryffindor and Slytherin have many overlapping courses, so it's normal for them to hear Harry and Ron's discussion in the same classroom.

Moreover, Harry and Ron are well-versed in Gryffindor's ancestral secret technique—loud conspiracy.

"You didn't go looking for trouble with Mr. Potter, did you?" Belvina was still looking at the letter she had already finished reading. "He's a Gryffindor student's darling now. You're going to get a beating."

To be honest, Draco did have the idea of ​​causing trouble for Harry. He had never suffered such a loss in his life, and he really wanted to get revenge.

However, young Malfoy was held back and didn't have time to cause trouble, and he also encountered another formidable rival in Slytherin.

Although Draco had known Blaise Zabini for a long time, this was the first time he had ever realized that the other man was even more arrogant than him, and didn't even take Draco Malfoy seriously!

"No, I've been spending a lot of time with Blaise lately," Draco muttered listlessly. "I mean, Blaise Zabini."

Belvina didn't know who Blaise was; she wouldn't bother to remember the first-year Slytherin students. But if you said his last name was Zabini, Belvina would know who he was.

Lady Zabini, a wealthy woman, a married woman, a widow... these multiple identities combined make the already charming Lady Zabini even more attractive. Even though she knows that all of Lady Zabini's husbands died under mysterious circumstances, male witches who lust after her beauty still flock to her.

When it comes to "love," compared to the seasoned Casanova, Mrs. Zabini, Belvina is like a freshman at Hogwarts who has just sailed across the lake.

"That's good. Playing with Zabini is better than playing with those two humanoid baboons." Belvina casually tossed the letter into the fireplace, letting it be consumed by the flames. "I hope Mr. Zabini inherited his mother's wisdom."

Draco's eyes widened in surprise.

Young Master Malfoy was still young and did not understand the terrifying power that married women and widows combined could have on men. He also did not understand why men who only wanted to have fun would eventually fall at the feet of Lady Zabini and become the next to die mysteriously.

"Almost everyone knows that Mrs. Zabini's husbands died under suspicious circumstances, but no one can find any evidence," Belvina said. "Mrs. Zabini kept losing husbands, but her life kept getting better and better, and the gold in her underground vault kept increasing. That's a kind of wisdom."

Draco understood; he grasped it even earlier than Harry Potter.

Breaking school rules at Hogwarts is okay, as long as you don't get caught!

Salazar Slytherin would be spitting blood, Godric Gryffindor would hang himself, what have you come to this conclusion?!

Draco, who had grasped the point but not fully understood, remained silent for a while before asking the question that had troubled him for so long: why did Belvina promote those things in the Muggle Studies class?

Belvina looked at the boy before her, showing no impatience, but offering no explanation. Her reasons and motives were incomprehensible to Draco at this point; no matter how much she explained, Draco wouldn't understand.

"It's normal that you can't understand it now; even Lucius might not understand it," Belvina said. "If you want to know why, you can come to my classroom when you don't have classes and listen in."

Belvina got up from the armchair, turned around and opened a cabinet in the living room, taking out a square box.

She continued, "Take the snacks Kreacher sent back and share them with your companions. Also, please tell your father for me that you thank him for his kind reminder."

Although Kreacher often disobeyed Belvina's orders and pulled back the curtain covering the portrait without permission, and although Belvina's status in Kreacher's heart was second only to Sirius, the house-elves still managed everything in a very orderly manner.

Draco nodded, took the box, and prepared to leave. Belvina did not invite him to dine with her, and Draco showed no intention of staying.

Nobody likes spending time in a room with a professor outside of class, especially with three professors, even if one of them is their aunt.