Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 65 Dumbledore's Backstab

Disappointingly, Hogwarts remained peaceful and quiet for the next few days.

No one forced their way into the right-hand corridor on the fourth floor of the castle, nor were there any sensational rumors of a professor surnamed S jumping off the building with a professor surnamed B.

Hogwarts gradually approached the Easter holiday amidst these peaceful and tranquil days.

During this time, the Norwegian Ridgeback successfully hatched under Hagrid's careful care, and the hunting ground guard, beaming with excitement, appeared very excited.

Belvina took a moment to go and see it. The little dragon was waddling and thrashing about on the table. It wasn't actually pretty; in fact, it was rather ugly, all wrinkled and crumpled.

But Hagrid thought the baby dragon was very beautiful and even named it Norber.

Aside from the unexpected fire dragon, Belvina, who spent most of her time in the library, finally found what she was looking for in a large, brown-covered black book.

The book, titled "The Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic," had been kept in the library's restricted section, and Mrs. Pince could not find any borrowing records for it.

Even Belvina, who came from the Black family, thought it was a terrifying book, full of horrifying black magic, some of which she had never heard of before.

Godroth, the author of the book "The Most Poisonous Magic," is said to have written a series of dangerous and evil spells with the help of an elder wand, greatly advancing the research into black magic.

Even someone like Godrot believed that Horcruxes were the most evil magical invention, without offering any explanation or guidance.

However, the book "Demystifying Black Magic" not only details how to make Horcruxes, but also how to destroy them, and even includes illustrations, as if afraid that someone might not understand it.

Belvina couldn't help but suspect that even if the author of this book hadn't personally made Horcruxes, he must have at least observed them, otherwise it wouldn't be so detailed.

However, this was not her concern. She should be more focused on the Horcrux itself. Through the book "Demystifying Black Magic," she was almost certain that the locket was Voldemort's Horcrux.

Having resolved the previous problem, a second question quickly surfaced: should they tell Dumbledore about the Horcruxes?

Logically, Belvina should have been completely open with her knowledge. Their interests were aligned in the fight against Voldemort, and regardless of whether Dumbledore knew about the Horcruxes, she should have told him without reservation.

However, Belvina also had some selfish motives, worrying that Dumbledore would discover her greatest secret.

Fortunately, the internal struggle did not last long. Reason prevailed over selfishness, and Belvina chose to tell Dumbledore about it, believing it to be the best course of action for herself at the moment.

Once you've made up your mind, start implementing it immediately. Only action-oriented people are qualified to succeed; sitting there daydreaming will only lead to missed opportunities time and time again.

That evening, Belvina knocked on the principal's office door again, more often in the past six months than she had in her entire student life.

The circular principal's office remains unchanged, filled with all sorts of strange silverware, plates overflowing with candy, and a wall covered with portraits of past principals.

As expected, the moment Belvina entered the room, Phineas Nigellus Black on the wall immediately glared at her, his sharp eyes cursing her for daring to show her great-granddaughter in the principal's office.

However, Phineas underestimated the great-granddaughter's thick skin. She ignored the burning gazes as if nothing had happened and calmly sat down opposite Dumbledore.

At Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, I am a great-great-granddaughter, so I should act like a grandson; at Hogwarts, everyone is a professor, so why act like an elder?

Besides, Phineas has been the headmaster of Hogwarts for ages. The former headmaster wants to control the current professors? Headmaster Black has quite the airs!

The current headmaster, Dumbledore, remained silent, offering no comment on the interaction between the grandfather and grandson, as if he were merely a life-sized doll.

Bang!

"The Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic" was slammed heavily onto the huge table by Belvina, startling the old headmasters on the wall, especially Phineas, who was glaring at them relentlessly.

Principal Blake thought to himself: "Did this granddaughter take the wrong medicine tonight? Why is she suddenly so vigorous after coming home?"

Dumbledore was also startled. In his memory, Belvina had always been polite and well-mannered. How could she suddenly become so rude?

Although startled by the preemptive strike, Dumbledore wasn't intimidated. He said, "I was just about to find someone to replace Quirinus; the Defense Against the Dark Arts can't remain vacant. Belvina, are you planning to volunteer?"

Eh?

Before Belvina could speak, Dumbledore continued, "That's wonderful. I personally think you have a great talent for teaching and nurturing students. You are serious and responsible in your work and do not have any prejudice against students. I should have kept you at the school in the first place."

After saying all that, he didn't give anyone a chance to refuse, and what was most infuriating was that Dumbledore added one last sentence at the end.

"I was originally planning to trouble Severus, who always asks me for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I have to refuse him every summer."

"I don't plan on having any conflict with Severus anytime soon, and I won't be temporarily assuming the Defense Against the Dark Arts course," Belvina said with a smile. "So, Professor Dumbledore, you can forget about it!"

Snape is like a powder keg, ready to explode any day now. Belvina doesn't want to get involved and make a fool of herself; she'd rather leave that powder keg to the savior, Harry Potter.

That kid could take Avada Kedavra in the face without any problem, so Snape would be no match for him.

If you don't believe me, just look at how Snape has made things difficult for him over the past six months. Neville, who was already timid, was almost driven to despair by Snape, while Mr. Potter was still full of energy and even had the mind to think about how to protect the Philosopher's Stone!

No wonder people call him a savior; his unwavering mindset is something most people couldn't achieve.

"If you don't want to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, why are you carrying a book that records Dark Arts?" Dumbledore asked. "Or is the illness you mentioned last time related to Dark Arts?"

"The root of the illness? What illness? What happened? You unworthy descendant are actually sick? Dumbledore, why didn't you tell me last time?"

Phineas's five-question barrage suddenly erupted in the principal's office, leaving everyone completely bewildered as to where to begin answering.

Belvina turned to look at the portrait hanging on the wall, her dark eyes seeming to ask: Old man, are you spying on me?

Then, Belvina looked at Dumbledore in front of her and asked with her eyes: Old man, did you have that old man on the wall spy on me?

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Phineas first asked five questions in a row, followed by three denials. The old man, who was confused by his concern, was full of flaws.

Dumbledore was no ordinary man; he would not surrender simply because of a glance from Belvina. Dumbledore said calmly, "Phineas was just concerned about you. He couldn't find you in the castle, so he had to go home to check on you."

In a single sentence, Dumbledore distanced himself from the matter, even though it was indeed Phineas's own initiative—that he had voluntarily returned to Grimmauld Place to check on Belvina's condition.

But something seems off?

Phineas, realizing what had happened, looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, his surprised expression as if he were discovering for the first time that bad people existed in the world.

Phineas: You white-haired scoundrel! You old, bearded thief!

Belvina silently withdrew her gaze and said seriously, "Professor Dumbledore, there's something I need to tell you privately. It's very important."

Dumbledore understood that Belvina must have made a significant discovery, although he didn't know exactly what she had discovered.

Dumbledore was only human; he could neither foresee the future nor make perfect plans.

She didn't see the principal make any move, but his magic had already taken effect in the office, and all Belvina could hear was a faint buzzing sound.

"Now you can speak." Dumbledore straightened up and placed his hands folded on the table. "I hope I can help you."