Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 73 Falling to Earth

The dust settled, and Voldemort escaped.

As he himself said, he was left with only shadow and steam, and no one could stop his lingering soul from escaping, not even Dumbledore.

The silver-white tabby cat, with its elegant gait like a victorious general, crouched down at Belvina's feet, affectionately rubbed against her skirt, and then vanished into thin air.

Belvina breathed a sigh of relief; she had finally driven Voldemort away, and Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone were safe.

At that moment, the young witch really wanted to curse. She especially wanted to grab someone's white beard, yell at them, and punch them hard in the already crooked nose.

How can you be so carefree!

Is he truly not worried that Belvina might betray Harry Potter at the last minute, or is he hiding in the shadows controlling everything?

Belvina dared not think any deeper. Dumbledore was just as terrifying as Voldemort, perhaps even more so.

Voldemort's terror lies in his overwhelming magical power and his ruthless killing spree; he can kill an entire family without hesitation, and even shake the eggs you just bought until the yolks are broken.

Dumbledore's terrifying quality lies in his cunning and shrewdness. Unlike Belvina, who was cunning but couldn't figure things out, Dumbledore not only could figure things out, but he also took everyone into account.

If someone like Dumbledore were to take a different path, with his strength, his cunning, and his personal charisma, the thought of it would be incredibly exciting.

thump!

An excited Belvina turned around and saw Harry Potter slumped to the ground, motionless.

Belvina rushed over to check on him. Mr. Potter was a precious treasure, and nothing could happen to him. If something happened to him, how would she explain it to Dumbledore?

Fortunately, Harry Potter was unharmed; his breathing, heartbeat, and pulse were all normal. Although Belvina was not as miraculous as Madam Pomfrey, she could still tell that the Savior had simply fainted.

While escaping may be shameful, it can be useful. For the young and inexperienced Harry Potter, a good night's sleep would be more conducive to processing the effects of Voldemort.

Young people have things they should do: study hard, grow up healthily, and shoulder the responsibility of enjoying nature and life. Matters like family, country, and the world should remain in their hearts.

Before teenagers grow up healthy, adults should hold up an umbrella for them, shelter them from the wind and rain, and help them overcome obstacles.

But Harry Potter, even as an infant, already carried the weight of the British Isles and the entire wizarding society on his frail shoulders.

The ten years of mistreatment he endured as a Muggle were perhaps the most ordinary and mundane moments of Harry's life.

After confirming that poor Harry was alright, Belvina conjured a thin blanket to cover him, and then walked toward the Mirror of Erised, which had been neglected for a long time.

At this moment, Quirrell, who had also been ignored and neglected, sent out an extremely faint distress signal; he was still alive!

While marveling at the professor's incredible resilience, Belvina went over to check on Quirrell's condition.

At this moment, the terrifying, grotesque face on the back of Quirrell's head disappeared, but his condition did not improve at all; on the contrary, it became even worse.

He was like a flickering candle in a storm, about to be extinguished by the wind and rain.

Quirrell, his life nearing its end, was overcome by an immense fear of death and an insatiable desire to live, which kept him from taking his last breath.

He spoke slowly in a weak, almost inaudible voice: "Save me...save me...I know I was wrong..."

In his final moments, the unrepentant Quirinas Quilleau seemed to finally realize he was wrong.

Belvina neither confirmed nor denied this.

When a person is about to die, no amount of repentance will change anything. Even if he admits his mistakes and apologizes to the whole world, it will not change what he has done.

Moreover, did Quirinas Quilleau genuinely realize his mistake, or was it merely out of fear of death?

No one can say for sure; Belvina never hesitates to speculate about others with the most malicious intent.

"I once heard someone say something like this," Belvina suddenly said, as if talking to herself, or perhaps to the dying Quirrell.

She continued, "Neither heaven nor hell can offer solace; only ourselves, small, lonely, struggling, and fighting against one another, can find comfort. I pray to myself, I pray for myself."

Having said that, Belvina offered no explanation, walked straight past the dying Quirinas Quillo, and stood before the Mirror of Eris once more.

In this magic mirror that reflects people's hearts, Belvina did not see herself ruling the world, nor did she see her reflection holding the Philosopher's Stone; all she saw was herself.

The Belvina in the magic mirror is all alone. She is wearing the same black dress as the person outside the mirror, with the same long, flowing hair, and her eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same.

However, the Belvina in the mirror was always smiling, a flamboyant and unrestrained smile. Her temperament was similar to that of the person outside the mirror, yet quite different.

Outside the mirror, Belvina slowly raised her hand and gently stroked her reflection in the magic mirror, touching the longing in her heart.

From a long time ago, Belvina always felt a sense of unreality about herself. She came from nothingness and fell into this beautiful and magical world, becoming the youngest daughter of the Black family.

Walbuga, Orion, Sirius, Regulus... everything around him seemed so unreal.

She was lost then, not knowing where she would be tomorrow or which way to go. She wandered on a deserted path, each step feeling like she was walking on clouds, soft and light.

Then, as if by destiny, Bassheda Bablin appeared.

She gave Belvina her first sense of reality, allowing her to experience once again what it means to be grounded.

Since then, Belvina has tried to integrate into this world, making the lingering nothingness tangible and the unreality gradually become real.

She stopped being a lone wolf, interacted with more people, and connected more with the world; she comforted Walbuga and tried to maintain the bond between mother and daughter; she joined the Ministry of Magic, where her aloofness blossomed freely.

However, the sense of emptiness and unreality lingered. Bassheda was the key to open that door, but it was Belvina herself who turned the doorknob.

She never gave her heart to those so-called friends; after being snubbed by Walbug, she chose to walk away alone; she danced gracefully at the Ministry of Magic as if playing a social game.

Based on a vague impression of the future, he even tailored a plan for himself and called it: "lying flat".

Now, Belvina has returned to Hogwarts as a professor. She originally thought she could remain detached and observe from the sidelines, but she has inadvertently become deeply involved and unable to extricate herself.

The unspeakable terror brought by Voldemort that night in the abandoned classroom; the long talk in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore's kindness and indifference; Grimmauld Place, Regulus's story, and the small piece of oneself taken away by the Horcrux...

The good and bad experiences of the past six months, and the extraordinary moments they evoked, have allowed Belvina to once again feel grounded and to alleviate her sense of emptiness.

Belvina didn't know who she would meet in the future or what kind of impact she would have. She looked forward to those days, to the time when her sense of emptiness would dissipate.

To be a complete and authentic self—this is what Belvina longs for in her heart. Not to float aimlessly in the world, but to walk firmly on the ground in the cold Scottish winds and amidst the bustling crowds.

Belvina hasn't changed. She's still the same person—proud, aloof, and looking down on everyone, including herself.

Belvina made another change; she descended from the ethereal clouds to the mortal world, a flower on a high mountain coming to the muddy mire of the world. She still bloomed beautifully, only more vibrantly.

From now on, Belvina will no longer stand idly by or remain indifferent; she will be her most authentic self, both lovable and hateful.