For well-known reasons, Professor Snape's attitude towards previous Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professors was never very friendly.
Originally, after Elvis Heller's incident last semester, he thought he would have the chance to temporarily take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class and have some fun.
Unexpectedly, Dumbledore quickly found an old Wizard to take over.
According to Professor Snape's personality, he would definitely investigate the background and abilities of this Professor Gotthard Grindelwald, and then occasionally make sarcastic remarks.
However, not this time, because Dumbledore seriously warned him not to do so, to avoid unnecessary conflicts, and because he was worried about him getting hurt.
Professor Snape understood Dumbledore's personality; for him to say such words could only mean that this Gotthard Grindelwald was indeed very dangerous.
Just like now, Professor Snape could clearly feel that faint, almost imperceptible threat.
"It seems I arrived late; the match is already over. What a pity."
Grindelwald walked to Neville's side, looking annoyed. If it weren't for Karl being so long-winded, he wouldn't have appeared here.
"You little brat, did you fight? Did you win?"
Neville, who had calmed down, was now starting to panic. What had he just done? It seemed he had caused big trouble! It was over!
"I—I guess I won."
Grindelwald couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth. "That's good—cough! I mean, that's not good. You even took my mace. That's too much."
"Come with me quickly. I'll teach you a few more tricks—no! I'll criticize you a few more times, so you don't end up like that little bastard Karl, becoming more and more unreasonable!"
Seeing Grindelwald about to take Neville away, Professor Snape's face grew even darker. "Professor Grindelwald! I haven't finished dealing with Longbottom assaulting a classmate with a weapon!"
"What's there to deal with? Isn't it normal for young Wizards to have a bit of a scuffle? I don't see any broken arms or legs; aren't they all perfectly fine?"
Hearing this, Professor Snape almost laughed in anger. Neville's stance just now clearly showed he was putting all his strength into it, how could there be no… Hmm? What's going on?
Looking at the three Malfoy, who, despite being bruised and swollen, were jumping around lively, Professor Snape was utterly stunned. He wished he could kick each of them down right then and there.
"Just deduct points; I'll educate him."
Grindelwald pulled Neville and turned to leave, continuously spewing words. "If they actively provoke, isn't getting beaten what they deserve? Three against one, and they get counter-killed, and someone still tries to play favorites? They have no shame!"
A vein throbbed on Professor Snape's forehead. "Mr. Grindelwald! You are just a garden keeper! You have no right to educate students!"
"Then go find Albus!"
Grindelwald's light remark made Professor Snape tremble with rage. If there weren't so many people present, he would have loved to directly fight this old man.
"Professor, we—"
Malfoy had just opened his mouth when Professor Snape glared at him, scaring him into quickly shutting up.
"You three! Go to the infirmary first to apply medicine! Then wait for me in my office!"
Professor Snape scanned the little Lions who were trying to hold back their laughter, feeling his teeth itch. "Gryffindor! Thirty points deducted!"
After speaking, Professor Snape limped away from the Quidditch pitch and headed straight for the Castle.
Ravenclaw lost this match, which also meant Slytherin lost to Gryffindor. He didn't want to face Professor McGonagall.
After Professor Snape left, the little Lions erupted in a huge cheer. It was just thirty points, no big deal.
Gryffindor won the Quidditch match! Neville won his fight too! What's better than a double celebration?
Gryffindor! Beat Slytherin!
"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"
Karl, who had watched the entire drama unfold, was laughing so hard his legs went numb. He slapped his thigh hard.
"Ouch!"
Nina gasped, looking at Karl in disbelief.
"Why did you slap me?"
"? Did I slap the wrong person? My apologies, haha!" Karl scratched his head in an honest, simple way. "Perhaps slapping my own leg would hurt more, so I subconsciously slapped yours."
This bizarre explanation stunned Nina. After she realized what he said, she started hitting Karl with her small fists.
"Ow! Stop hitting! Stop! I know I was wrong, how about I rub it for you?"
"What do you think? I want to hit you!"
Karl grabbed Nina's hands, preventing her from moving, and quickly changed the subject. "By the way, why was Professor Snape limping?"
"Just now, the Golden Snitch flew past Professor Snape. Because it was too fast, Harry avoided Professor Snape, but Davis didn't, and directly knocked him out of the air."
"Ah? Such an exciting story happened? That's truly regrettable! Hahahaha!"
Nina: (—_—)
Your schadenfreude laugh… Are you regretting that you didn't see it?
With her hands controlled by someone, Nina began to consider whether to bite him.
Just then, Karl's face suddenly moved closer, filling her entire field of vision.
"You—"
Nina subconsciously held her breath, then heard warm breath and soft murmurs by her ear.
"Friend, do you want a Dragon? Just say the word, and I'll send it to you."
"Huh?"
"I had a dream when I was very young: to become a Dragon Rider. Now the opportunity has come. Will you help me?"
Nina: (⊙_⊙)
That scared me to death! I thought this guy… But he just said Dragon?
"What opportunity? How do I help you?"
"We'll talk about that later in a secluded place. But why is your face so red?"
Nina blinked uncomfortably. "It's too hot, I guess."
Karl released her hands, then poked her cheek again. "Why is it white again?"
"That's because my leg hurts!"
"Hehehe~ Well then—if you get a Dragon, you can't hit me anymore, okay!"
"Don't even think about it!"
"Then shall I rub it for you?"
"No way!"
Cedric, Cho: (—_—")
We're four people sitting together, why do we feel so superfluous?
After this Quidditch match, Harry and Neville became Gryffindor's heroes.
When the little Lions encountered the little Snakes, each of them straightened their chests and smiled brightly.
Professor McGonagall, overjoyed, even reduced the amount of homework, though only by a little. But this was good; how much is a lot anyway?
What else do you want?
However, Professor Snape had a different reaction; he often caught Gryffindor students and deducted points.
But he didn't target Neville, because someone had already sought help from Dumbledore, and the old Principal's persuasion was quite effective.
Karl didn't pay attention to these things; his attention was all on Hagrid, just waiting for the Dragon to hatch.
He waited and waited until the Easter holiday had passed before finally getting news.
In the corridor outside the Great Hall, four little Lions stopped Karl and Nina, who had just finished eating.
"Neville, Harry, and these two, what can I do for you?"
Karl smiled warmly and enthusiastically, because he knew his Dragon had arrived.
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