Knowing that Umbridge had been ousted and the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor had been vacated again, Snape tried to apply for the position again, but was unsurprisingly rejected by Dumbledore.

If it were Dumbledore, he might have been worried about the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, but maybe it would have been Snape.

But now it won't, there are many more candidates.

Of course, the overall Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher will not be Grindelwald, that is the exclusive professor of the fifth-year little wizard, first, the fewer people who know his identity, the better, and the second and most crucial point, that guy is too good at using language, and Dumbledore is not worried about letting him teach other young wizards.

"Sirius!"

In the fourth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Colin looked at Sirius, who had changed into a more serious outfit, and exclaimed excitedly.

Then Sirius, with a serious face, didn't maintain the professor's image for a second, and flashed a big hearty smile at him.

That's right, Hogwarts' new professor of the dark arts is Sirius Black.

In order to stay with Harry for a while, he went to Dumbledore as soon as he knew that Umbridge had been driven away.

Dumbledore naturally agreed to him.

Although Sirius had been imprisoned by Azkaban for more than a decade, as an adult wizard, he was more than enough to teach a group of young wizards who had not graduated.

Snape, knowing that his dream position had been cut off, was angry and acted like no one would enter for a whole week.

However, although Sirius came to Hogwarts for Harry's sake, it was a pity that Harry's fifth year was the only one missing from the young wizards he taught, and he was not convinced by this, and rushed over to provoke him during the fifth year class

Publicly questioning Grindelwald's abilities.

Trying to show off in front of Harry.

Then he was slapped in the face.

Grindelwald randomly chose a Hufflepuff wizard and taught Sirius to be hammered to the ground.

He was then harshly criticized in the class as a negative textbook, and it is said that Sirius lost his soul when he left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, as if his whole person had turned into black and white.

Snape was a little less angry when he found out.

Well. Fortunately, Sirius waded through this thunder.

Should.

In the days that followed, Sirius was completely honest, but as a professor at Hogwarts, he naturally saw Harry too many times in school, so he didn't bother too much about it.

Just as Christmas was approaching, a figure that had not been seen for a long time returned to the classroom.

"WOW, let's see who's coming?"

"It's the famous Mr. Dursley. I thought it was a professor who came over."

In Potions class, when Snape saw Dudley sitting in the first row of the classroom, he opened his mouth with a strange yin and yang aura.

"Mr. Dursley, please stay after today's lesson."

"I want to know what you've been doing all this time."

Dudley didn't care, he knew it was Snape's concern.

Well, just yesterday, he finally finished developing a new potion

"Okay, Professor."

In fact, he asked Snape for leave before leaving, and the reason why the other party said this must be because he had something to look for.

It wasn't long before the Potions Classroom resounded with the rich scent it hadn't seen for a long time.

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly. His cooking skills are getting better and better. No, it's that the potions are getting more and more sophisticated.

After the potions class was over and all the young wizards had left, Dudley took out a bowl of kelp soup from the cauldron.

"Do you want some? Professor. ”

"Helps to refresh the mind and relieve fatigue."

"No"

Snape conditionally wanted to refuse, but thought of something, and took the bowl Dudley handed him.

After a shallow sip, Snape smacked his lips, wanting to say something but couldn't help but take another sip.

"Awakening potions and soothing potions? No, there's a little bit of the effect of the Elixir of Rejoice. ”

"Professor Snape, right."

This is a compound magic soup boiled by Dudley, which has the effects of many potions.

Snape wanted to say a few words, but swallowed back the words to his lips.

Well, he swallowed back literally, and he took another sip.

Snape looked at the empty bowl that had bottomed out, and he couldn't go down, so he could only praise.

"It tastes really good."

"I'm still very confident in this aspect."

Dudley drank a large bowl of his own, "Professor Snape, what are you looking for me?" ”

I almost forgot to get down to business.

Snape glanced at Dudley, seemingly reluctant and helpless, and said in a slightly strange tone, "Penny wrote to say that Lily didn't like the smell of potions. ”

As little Lily's godfather, Snape doesn't care about her, as long as he has time to show up on Privet Road on time, he usually writes with Penny, of course, the content is about little Lily.

"Potions always taste bad."

To be precise, no one likes the smell of potions, except for the fact that the potion of aphrotics is colorless and odorless, and most potions don't taste good.

If there is no way, who wants to drink potions.

"Little Lily's talent may not be good, it must be cultivated from an early age," Snape said before pausing.

Dudley understood what he was trying to say.

"Dudley, can you teach me this soup method?"

"Gladly, Professor."

How can you not be unhappy, in order to improve the taste of potions, you have always been crossing the river by feeling the stones, and now you can have a potions master who can help, it is strange that you are not happy.

One is willing to teach, the other is willing to learn, and the speed is self-evident.

While learning how to boil the magic soup, Snape also changed his mind.

In a trance, Snape heard a beautiful voice like a yellow bird ringing in his ears.

'Severus, no one told you that potions had to come in the form of potions. ’

This was what Lily had said to Snape in Potions class when she was in her third year. Maybe it was just an unintentional remark from Lily, but it was remembered by Snape, or that every action and every word of the other party was deeply imprinted in the heart of the Potions professor, and he remembered it from time to time.

Unconsciously, in Snape's eyes, Dudley, who was boiling the magic soup, gradually coincided with the beautiful figure, and then quickly separated, it was really a mismatch in size, at least the size of Lily.

He shook his head vigorously, dispelling the terrifying image of Dudley's body on Lily's head from his mind.

This disciple of his own has surpassed himself, realized Lily's original vision, and walked out of his own way.

Hogwarts' Magic Soup Master.

You can also call him Hogwarts-the Towndar.

(End of chapter)