[HP] Five Poisons

Every academic year, Hogwarts makes some personnel changes.

This feature is especially frequent in a certain discipline.

Chi Mo glanced at the new face sitting next to Professor Flitwick from a distance. From the appearance alone, the black magic professor this time is not in the same style as his predecessors.Not only was he ridiculously fat, he was also bald, with protruding eyes that were bigger than a goldfish, and a silver beard as thick as a walrus.

Instead of seeming mean, the new professor seemed unexpectedly smooth and friendly.

Phoebe sighed, "I don't expect anything from our Defense Against the Dark Arts class, including the professor." In terms of appearance alone, even Umbridge looks like a professor compared to this fat old man.

Chi Mo withdrew his gaze disapprovingly, "Principal Dumbledore will never find a ostentatious professor to serve as a teacher, you are too judging by appearance."

"I judge people by their appearance?" Phoebe yelled strangely, "You are such a naive cutie, you are lucky to transfer to a second year, if you came to Hogwarts in the first year, you would know what the headmaster really is." I didn't find a show." Gilderoy Lockhart is a liar!Apart from showing off his face, he is useless at all. "Oh, I heard the seniors had a class with a professor who smelled like garlic." That was a complete nightmare.

Talking about gossip, Phoebe thought of Hufflepuff's gossip little prince, and wondered why he didn't hear the little fat man's voice. Just as she was about to ask, she saw Chi Mo turn sideways to let out the figure of the people around her.

The greeting that was about to be blurted out was swallowed immediately after seeing the mollusk lying on the table, "What's wrong with him?" It's like that on the first day of school, isn't it always alive and kicking.

Chi Mo glanced at the little fat man with a loveless face, shrugged, "His male god has graduated."

Phoebe blinked, "We're already in fifth grade."

After being sad, the little fat man who couldn't see the male god at school was lying on the table, sighing in sorrow, and before he recovered from his heartbreak, he heard the two guys next to him mention his male god again, and suddenly he went to the glass again. upset. "Hey... How do I live these days? My world is full of haze and the sun is far away; no matter where I go, I can't find that handsome and tall figure from the back. My life is just pale and pale. , ah~"

Chi silently shook off his goosebumps, and decided to ignore the fat man who had separated from the male god and lit up his love poetry skills, and let him feel sorry for himself.

"I haven't had a chance to monopolize him yet, so he went to a place far away that I can't reach..." The little fat man hugged Chi Mo's arm with a grumpy face, complaining about this ruthless life. "We are separated from each other from now on, ah..." The last ah word is especially sad and heartbreaking.

Chi Mo twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help complaining, "You have never been together before."

"But my heart has already taken root in the male god, sprouted and grown!" While humming, the little fat man corrected Chi Mo's words righteously. "During the holidays, I went out with the male god!" Although I wanted to follow in a shameless manner. "We..." The little fat man paused, and looked at Chi Mo blankly, "Did I hear you wrong?"

"I think you heard it right." Chi Mo looked at the fat old man who was standing up on the teacher's bench and nodding to everyone, "Because I heard it too."

"I heard that too." The expression on Phoebe's face was as frightening as if she had swallowed a toad alive.

After three seconds of silence, the entire auditorium exploded.

"Who is this fat old man?! Merlin, he was able to drive away Professor Snape! That Snape!"

"Don't be stupid! Didn't you see that Professor Snape is here? Keep your voice down, you idiot!"

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!

……

Chi Mo carefully observed Snape's face, and found that instead of being angry at what the students said, he showed a strange smile.

The little fatty, whose sixth sense has always been accurate, pouted, "I have a bad feeling."

In the next second, the crow's mouth came true.

Dumbledore announced that Snape would serve as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for this year while continuing to serve as Head of Slytherin.

Upon receiving the news, the entire auditorium began to howl.

The profession of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is simply a cursed existence.

None of the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers taught for more than a year, and some extremely short-lived ones didn't even last a semester.

Students often speculate that a certain professor will leave due to some accident, and open some small bets with great interest.It's a joy to play once a year, and now, after Dumbledore announced that Snape would be the professor of this course, the students in the whole school couldn't help crying——Professor Snape is so toxic , will definitely not be restrained to death. In this way, wouldn't he have to accept the destruction of this person until he graduates.

Let us go, Professor Snape, the psychological shadow caused by your Potions class has not dissipated, and now you are coming to harm our Defense Against the Dark Arts class again...

As if noticing Chi Mo's probing eyes, Snape turned his face towards the long table of Hufflepuff College, showing a sneer, and successfully frightened many little badgers, especially those new freshmen.

Thinking of his fourth-grade homework that was marked D for no reason, Chi Mo looked at the intimidating new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with a blank face, not knowing what he had done to annoy this stern-minded man.

Even Harry is a P, but he gave himself a D. Is this man blind?

Chi Mo couldn't help grinding his teeth when he thought of Regulus flipping through his homework and seeing the D's on the potion homework. It was too cheap for him to just take half of the materials last time. He should be put on the shelf. It's right to clean up everything!

On the teacher's table, Snape, who was cutting the cod steak, suddenly sneezed, and Professor Sputrow, who was sitting beside him, asked with concern, "Do you have a cold, Severus?"

Snape swept the long Hufflepuff table disapprovingly, and was not surprised to see a black-haired boy gnashing his teeth at him.He laughed contemptuously, such a small curse...

"Ah!"

Slughorn's teaching method is completely different from Snape's. Although he looks unreliable on the outside, he is surprisingly approachable.He is not a strict teacher, in his Potions class, very few students will lose points, but there are quite a few opportunities to gain points - for those outstanding students, Slughorn is always full of praise.

After a few classes, he easily became one with the students.

Potions class, which once made Hogwarts students avoid like snakes, became one of the most popular courses for a while.

Even Harry boasted to Chimo, "If Professor Slughorn taught me Potions from the first grade, I think I'm at an E level now."

The exact opposite of Potions class is the cursed Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

It wasn't that Snape was a bad teacher, in fact his abilities made him a better candidate for the position than any of his predecessors.

However, the notorious Professor Snape managed to make Defense Against the Dark Arts the least popular subject at Hogwarts after his Potions class.

Even with all the useful knowledge learned in his classes, with the dwindling number of House Gems, the students were in tears...

With the cheating device of Portkey, Chi Mo now sleeps in Black Manor at least four days a week, of course, these four days include weekends.

Since entering school, Chi Mo has lived alone in a dormitory, so naturally he doesn't need to explain anything to his roommates, and it is very convenient to come and go.

Hearing someone's voice as soon as he entered the door, Chi Mo subconsciously glanced at the living room, "Is Regulus not at home?"

Kreacher, who was following Mrs. Black's request and carefully adjusting the position of the small picture frame placed on the carved shelf, raised his head and nodded respectfully, "Master went out around three o'clock in the afternoon and hasn't returned yet."

Chi Mo glanced at the clock, and the hour hand pointed to seven o'clock just one grid away.Noticing the substantive gaze that had been on him since he entered the living room, Chi Mo took off his coat, put it on the sofa, walked around the sofa and coffee table, and stopped in front of the flower stand by the fireplace. smile slightly. "Good evening, ma'am."

Mrs. Black, who had been staring at Chi Mo dissatisfiedly since he entered the door, turned her face away after Chi Mo came to her, and stopped looking at him. Instead, she became interested in the snacks in the picture frame and enjoyed herself Watching the snack time alone, only point the back of his head to Chi Mo.

Kreacher stood between Chi Mo and the picture frame in embarrassment. Although he was on Chi Mo's side in his heart, as an elf of the Black family, he could not be rude to his mistress.

The loyal elf almost crumpled his old face into bun folds.

Chi Mo, who was intentionally ignored, chose a seat nearby without changing his face, leaned on the cushion in a relaxed manner, took the tea brought by Ruona who followed, took a sip of tea, and then smiled and said, "You Do you like these?"

Mrs. Black was still staring at the pastries on the table, as if trying to spot them, and made up her mind not to speak to the male vixen who had seduced her son.

As long as you think about meeting Regulus a few months ago, before you have time to be happy, you will be told that he is with a boy. This boy is damn familiar to you, but was brought home by that idiot Sirius Come, tell yourself the ex-grandson of Regulus' son.

Mrs. Black, who heard this from Narcissa, couldn't believe how her excellent young son could get involved with a man, and wanted Regulus to come forward to refute the rumors. Regulus actually made it clear.

Mrs. Black was thrown into a rage on the spot.

During the days when Chi Mo was her grandson, she was not very satisfied with him. Now that she knew that this kid had nothing to do with her son, she naturally tried every means to get him away.

However, the youngest son, who had always satisfied her, was completely beyond her expectations this time.

How dare he refuse and disobey himself!

damn it!

This little bastard must have spoiled her son!

Mrs. Black wished she could jump out of the picture frame and deal with Chi Mo.Acting both hard and soft, he threatened and lured the youngest son to get him away, but Regulus turned a deaf ear to him.

Only then did Mrs. Black realize that the son in front of her was different from the past.

"How can you take on the three words of Black?" She questioned her youngest son who had changed his temperament in great disappointment. Put it aside, and find a girl from the same family again, to spread branches and leaves for the Black family, and reproduce.

result--

Regulus stood in front of her, his black eyes narrowed slightly, with inherent arrogance.The steady and deep voice is more a statement than a declaration.

"As long as I'm here, Blake will never be lost."

As long as I'm here.

Mrs. Black, who turned her back to Chi Mo, thought of what Regulus said that day, and twitched the corners of her mouth in disdain, her eyes were sad.Regulus didn't even have an heir, and after decades of his death, who would remember the Black family?

Mrs. Black looked at the delicate refreshments on the table and suddenly lost her mood.

Although Regulus still respected her now, she knew very well that her youngest son was not the same as before.if……

Chi Mo, who didn't wait for an answer, was not angry, but said, "If you don't like this one, I have prepared other picture frames. You can use whichever one you like. I asked Narcissa specifically, and the ones I prepared are all for you. I like the style."

"His-"

The delicate and complicated lace edge was torn off because the hand holding it tightly was too hard.

Mrs. Black suddenly turned her head and glared at Kreacher who stood aside as the background board.

The elf bent down and said respectfully, "Master Mo Chi knew that the old lady was coming, so he specially ordered a batch of picture frames so that the old lady could come over at any time." But those picture frames were only placed on the first floor.

When she thought that she had caught sight of the current picture frame as soon as she came here, the expression on Mrs. Black's face was suddenly very exciting, and she didn't say a word for a while.

Chi Mo said with emotion, "It seems that Madam likes it, look, I'm so happy that I can't speak."

Kreacher kept his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart, and didn't dare to look at Mrs. Black's distorted face, so he responded silently. "yes."

The author has something to say: So Chi Momo is in fifth grade! ! !