Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"So, you brought Mr. Emmanuel?" Dumbledore looked at the two people standing in the principal's office and chuckled. On one side was Snape, who had a stern face, and on the other side was a low-spirited man. Carlos had white powder on his head, mouth and hands.

"I believe that Mr. Emmanuel's behavior must be severely punished." Snape said: "Ordinary fines and confinement are no longer enough to remind Mr. Emmanuel that he is a wizard."

"Oh hahahaha..." Dumbledore laughed: "No, Severus, sometimes your reaction is a bit overreacted."

"I believe Mr. Emmanuel is also studying potions, right?" Dumbledore said as he winked at Carlos.

"Ah, yes!" Carlos nodded immediately: "Principal Dumbledore is right!" I didn't expect you, old bee, to save me sometimes!

I will never blame you for sending my animal friends away again.

"Right?" Snape frowned and sneered: "I don't know if there are any potions that need to be made with salt and cumin..."

"You even need a spatula!" He said, glaring at Sniff, who was rummaging around on Dumbledore's headmaster's desk.

"Okay, Severus... sometimes little wizards always have their own unique creativity." Dumbledore said, "Especially when facing new subjects."

“I don’t think we should be harsh on these creative students.”

"That's right! I think so too!" Carlos whispered.

"..." Snape frowned and looked at Dumbledore. Didn't he understand that Dumbledore would defend a student like this?

Dumbledore smiled lightly and said: "But Mr. Emmanuel did not conduct potion experiments in the prescribed place. I propose that Mr. Emmanuel, who is interested in potions, be responsible for the potions for all the little wizards next week. deal with.

"..." Carlos nodded slightly. Dumbledore's suggestion was very good...it also gave him a chance to get in touch with those potions...

But... looking at Dumbledore's slightly satisfied look, why am I so unhappy?

"Then as you wish, Mr. Emmanuel, come to my office at eight o'clock next Monday evening..."

"That Professor Snape..." Carlos thought for a while and said, "I have something to do next week."

"What's the matter?" Snape asked, glaring at him. Do you actually want to run away from such a thing?

"Well, Professor Rosier punished me with solitary confinement for the next week."

Looking at Carlos who was mumbling, Snape was silent for a while.

"Then next week." After that, he threw off his robe and left without saying a word.

Angry... This was the second time he was so angry... The last time he was so angry was because a certain boy wearing glasses was so angry with him.

"Carlos, Carlos..." Dumbledore looked at the boy standing in the principal's office and shook his head slightly: "You should remember the school rules of Hogwarts, right?"

"Sorry, Principal Dumbledore... I didn't mean to..." Before Carlos could finish his words, Dumbledore waved his hand and interrupted him.

"Carlos, you have to know that you are a student, and sometimes you have to understand that rules must be followed."

Watching Dumbledore speak, Carlos thought for a moment and said, "Principal Dumbledore, do you also have to abide by the rules?"

"Me?" Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Of course, I have to abide by it."

"Everyone has to comply, and if they don't..."

"Will he become Voldemort?" Carlos said abruptly.

"Oh! Hahahaha..." Dumbledore laughed: "You are a brave boy, and you are right, you will indeed become Voldemort... and Grindelwald..."

"You don't want to be like that, do you?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Of course!" Carlos nodded: "I want to be like Grandpa Newt..."

"Well, so you should..." Dumbledore suddenly paused when he said this, because he thought that Newt didn't seem to have graduated... he dropped out of Hogwarts to study magical beasts.

"Ahem, no matter what, you should abide by the school rules." Dumbledore changed his words and said, "And you must also respect the professor."

"Especially Professor Snape."

"Well..." Carlos nodded slightly to show that he understood.

Seeing Carlos nod, Dumbledore didn't say anything more to ask him to leave. After all, Dumbledore had a lot of troubles recently.

On the one hand, it was because of Harry's enrollment, and on the other hand, it was because of the Sorcerer's Stone.

Dumbledore was thinking about whether he should protect the Philosopher's Stone in a secret room... After all, this kind of thing is still very important.

Especially after the theft of Gringotts' vault reminded Dumbledore that someone wanted to get the Sorcerer's Stone...

That person was without a doubt... Voldemort's minion.

And there's no telling... this man has now entered Hogwarts.

Dumbledore looked at the list of faculty and staff on the table and shook his head slightly. Was it the gentle French professor Albion Rozier, or Quirrell who had returned from his travels?

This is indeed a difficult problem to solve.

……

"Oh, it's all your fault, Mane." Carlos said while walking, holding his own Sniff, "You came at the wrong time."

"It made Professor Snape discover what we were doing."

"I almost succeeded in making the concoction!" Carlos said regretfully: "In the end, Professor Snape threw away all the sweet and sour..."

That's right, Dumbledore's preaching didn't seem to have any effect on the boy. Regarding school rules and so on, Carlos just shook his head.

Follow school rules?Of course I followed the school rules!What?What are the school rules, you ask?Come on, who remembers that?

Since he didn't know what the school rules were, Carlos naturally had no intention of abiding by them.

Of course, it seems that Carlos doesn't look like a Hufflepuff student. On the contrary, he looks like a little lion.

But actually if you think about it carefully, the Sorting Hat originally wanted to send him to Gryffindor... And Carlos is different from most Gryffindors. He has realized that he is now a Hogwarts professor. the key objects of care.

In this case... I will stop my activities for the time being and do things in a smaller way...

But when he thought of the sweet and sour crucible, Carlos lowered his head sadly.

"What a pity! What a pity!" Carlos was still muttering even as he walked in the corridor.

Judging from Professor Snape's appearance, the sweet and sour crucible might be delicious...

Carlos smacked his lips and slowly returned to the Hufflepuff lounge.