Pansy is a person who is more emotional than rational, which can be seen every time she gets a boyfriend.

Full of love brain.

But that's an old Slytherin tradition.

Fake love brain: pretending to be sweet and looking nymphomaniac.

Real Love Brain: Knowing that his crush is in danger, he immediately turns back and does Infernal Affairs, and gives his life to protect his crush's son.

Yes, my dear dean.

John blames the dean of his love brain, Slytherin is associated with evil, and the attachment of feelings is the source of this.

What Theodore did, John knew clearly.

During the final Battle of Hogwarts, Theodore repented a bit.

He did not cast the Unforgivable Spell on Dumbledore, nor did he resist in the later stages.

"I thought you had resigned yourself to your fate." John looked at Theodore and said lightly, "Now it seems like you're still trying to struggle."

"Theodore, no matter where it is, traitor is not a nice name."

John raised his hand to close Pansy's mouth, who wanted to speak for Theodore, and he stared at Theodore, and said word by word, "Tell me, Theodore, forgive your reasons."

The coercion is unreservedly vented to the person in front of him.

In Theodore's eyes, John became a dragon that destroyed the world.

And the dragon's claws were hanging over his head.

Death.

The intuitive feeling is enough to make ordinary people collapse.

Theodore's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth.

His body was trembling, it was inevitable.

It was like putting on a shackle dozens of times his weight, and every inch of his bones was wailing.

Pansy's mouth was closed and she couldn't speak, and she looked at Theodore anxiously.

John walked slowly up to Theodore, put a hand on Theodore's almost collapsed body, and whispered in his ear.

"A betrayer can only be recognized if he is of sufficient value."

"Show me your worth, Theodore."

That hand became the straw that broke the camel's back.

Theodore collapsed, gasping for breath and trembling uncontrollably.

He looked up with difficulty to the king whom he had been followed.

"Stand up, Theodore." John's indifferent gaze swept condescendingly over Theodore's sweaty face, "I taught you that strength reigns."

If you can't even stand in front of the king, you have no value.

Theodore's lips were bleeding, and he gritted his teeth, his arms on the ground, shaking constantly.

Just an action, like asking for his life.

Pansy tried to help him, but John just looked at it and stopped Pansy.

Like a dog with a broken backbone, he struggled constantly, shaking his body, struggling, and roaring like a beast.

That coercion always hung over him.

Before his eyes appeared the figure of his mother, and then his father.

His father was a fanatic who instilled in Theodore the idea of pureblood supremacy from an early age.

As a father, old Noether never fulfilled his responsibilities.

His mother, the same pure-blood wizard, differed in that he told him about the importance of his family.

After the death of his mother, his father became the last member of the family.

Theodore guards Noether's name, and Voldemort approaches him, offering his only remaining family member.

Let the young Slytherin make the decision to betray.

The plan failed, and the last family could not be saved.

Slytherin abandoned him.

Theodore, who has lost everything, turns all his unwillingness into strength.

He was angry at his fate.

The body stood up little by little.

The beast that has been cornered roars with rage.

"Ah——!h

He stood

got up, although trembling and trembling, the green tendons burst out.

He got up anyway, because he wanted to go back to that place.

Because they want to follow the king.

He shook like chaff, turned his wand, and pointed the tip of the wand to his heart

"It's all there." He said with difficulty, "I'm willing to give it."

John watched him quietly.

For Theodore, seconds are like years.

His sweat pooled into puddles under his feet, and he kept his movements constant.

Every bone hurt as if it had been run over.

John slowly reached out and took the wand.

The coercion is gone.

Theodore leaned and fell to his knees in front of John.

"You've shown your worth, Theodore." John took Theodore's wand and looked at it, "Hawthorn wood, dragon nerves, twelve and a quarter inches."

"You are a person who is struggling with his heart, unable to give up decisively, between black and white."

John let go of his wand and let it drop in front of Theodore.

"If you're struggling with the trade-offs, give up everything in the future," John said calmly, "and I'll show you the way to go."

"That wand, wave it for me."

Theodore picked up his wand and looked at it in a daze.

He looked up slowly, and with a wave of John's hand, Pansy's mouth reappeared.

She immediately ran over to pick up Theodore and thanked John, "Thank you, John."

"He's going to hate me." John said noncommittally, "I destroyed everything about him."

Pansy looked at Theodore worriedly, and Theodore whispered, "I have nothing but gratitude."

John turned and walked towards the Slytherin common room.

...

Seventh grade is busy again.

The fish you caught in the sixth grade have to be returned in the seventh grade.

Although very few people will be repeated by school because of poor grades, it cannot be ruled out that the unlucky guy will be one of the many seventh graders.

Gower and Crabbe were the hardest hit areas.

The two of them inherited the fine traditions of the family, and they both belonged to the guys with developed limbs and simple minds.

On more than one occasion, Malfoy described the two men as a standing boar and a hairless orangutan.

To this end, Pansy becomes the duo's overseer.

Why Pansy?

For the man who was commanded to teach them to read was Theodore.

This was the first assignment John gave him.

And the two of them were not so cute in front of John, and often laughed at Theodore, a traitor.

Pansy would also greet the two big men at this time.

It's the same course as the sixth grade, and the amount of learning has skyrocketed.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with John.

He was watching Hagrid finish his third-year class with a smile on his face.

The students were enthusiastic and called Hagrid Professor Hagrid.

In the Battle of Hogwarts, Hagrid's heroic posture gave people a sense of security that was not inferior to Dumbledore.

That huge body, a dark wizard in one hand, and a giant in two fists.

Even Hagrid's armor became Hogwarts' most famous weapon.

If there is a list of the most popular professors at Hogwarts, then Hagrid is definitely in the top three, competing with Professor McGonagall for the first place.

What?

Professor Flitwick?

I'm sorry, though, because of Professor Flitwick's height, he is barely spotted by anyone fighting the Dark Wizards.

The visual shock is nowhere near as good as Hagrid's.

Professor McGonagall, the witch who leads the overall defense of the world, can be compared to Hag.

As for Snape......

He is in the top two on the list of most hated.

Because Filch shocked a lot of presence, before successfully exiting

The two are in dispute.

Snape and Malfoy were left to continue to compete.

Conservation Magizoology.

In seventh grade, John was still the only one.

Who made the previous year basically no one chose this.

"Grope loves the toys you gave, John."

Hagrid patted his stomach and said, "Thank you for the toys you sent over the holidays, it was Basil who hit the owls in the owl shack again."

After looking up at the sky and making sure Basil wasn't there, Hagrid whispered, "I think Basil might need a mate, you know, it's a little ......."

Hagrid spoke carefully, the last time he said bad things about Basil to his face, he had to be careful when he went out, and at any moment an owl would fly and pull out his beard.

This owl is too domineering.

Professor Rubeus Hagrid, a renowned magizoologist, speculated that it might be because he didn't have a partner.

It is commonly known as being single for too long and needs to be reconciled with yin and yang.

John silently turned his head to look at a tree.

Hagrid looked strangely, a pair of large eyes staring at him in the gap between the leaves.

"Oh, no." Hagrid screamed, "Why is it there?"

Touching his beard in distress, Hagrid felt that it was best not to go out for the next half month.

John was speechless, "You don't have to worry too much, maybe some snacks will help it spare you."

"Nonsense," Hagrid said depressedly, "I gave it last time, and it still won't let me go?"

"What did you give it?"

"Mink."

John: "......" Do you think Basil is Buckbeak?

Hagrid, who had been hated by him, was uneasy when he was finally murdered in his fifth-grade class.

According to the students that day, Hagrid was chased from the Forbidden Forest to the Black Lake, and a large piece of his beard was pulled off.

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