[HP] Squib Prince

From the first dinner of the new school year, Hogwarts resumed its usual bustle.These teenagers from the age of 11 seem to have endless energy, filling the entire castle with vitality.Of course, excessive vitality will also bring a lot of conflicts and troubles, such as when Slytherin and Gryffindor are in class together.

"Very good." Brian folded his arms and looked at the two first-year freshmen who were about to take out their wands and fight each other if they disagreed with each other before class, "Spells are not allowed in my class. The rules have been reiterated in the first class. Disrupting classroom discipline, being unfriendly to classmates, and breaking the course rules, Slytherin and Gryffindor will each deduct [-] points."

The two children whose points were deducted obediently lowered their heads under the condemning eyes of other students, and then returned to their seats.

"Very good, then let's continue the previous content and talk about the household appliances of Muggles." Brian continued to give a lecture.He took out the various models that he needed to use in class and put them on the podium, and then began to let the students who had never lived in the Muggle world guess the purpose of each electrical model.

To be honest, Brian's teaching experience is relatively rich, which makes his classes lively and interesting, even Slytherins who disdain to understand Muggles can be easily attracted.It's just that he doesn't have much experience in dealing with children of this age group, which makes his classroom often have some moderate frictions during the interactive session, such as the situation where he just pulled out his wand and wanted to fight each other.

Brian secretly sighed in his heart, he finally understood why Snape seemed to be owed 80 all day long, he was really tired.

"Very good, so far no one has been able to guess what this is?" Brian held the model of the refrigerator in his hand, then pointed to a little wizard who was said to be Muggle-born, and smiled kindly: "I see Don Miss Kex's hair has changed four colors, well, I think you know the answer. How about you?"

After Miss Tonks was called, her face flushed, and her rose-red hair uncontrollably turned fiery red again. She looked at Brian, who was smiling encouragingly, and then said in a loud voice: : "That is a refrigerator. After the electricity is turned on, the temperature inside the refrigerator will be lowered to the temperature you want. Muggles are mainly used to store food and prevent those foods from spoiling."

Brian nodded and praised: "That's right, five points for Gryffindor." He liked this little girl named "Nymphadora Tonks" very much.She is sincere and enthusiastic, but she knows how to measure, and she is a good child.

Then Bryan put the movie clips he had selected earlier on the white wall of the classroom.He has always believed that empty explanations are not as effective as real things.So at the end of each class, he would select some movie clips and show them to the students, so that they could have a better experience of Muggle life.Of course, these playback devices are thanks to Dumbledore's funding and Snape's transformation.The premise is that under Dumbledore's persecution, Snape's face was so gloomy that it could drip water.

The movie clips are not long, and when the clips are finished, it happens to be the end of get out of class.Bryan didn't assign homework, and the students cheered, then hurriedly packed their schoolbags and headed to the next classroom - Potions.

Bryan looked at the tense little faces of the Gryffindors, even the Slytherin students were a little nervous, and he couldn't help feeling the majestic image of Snape in the students' minds.The two of them looked about the same age, but Brian thought to himself that he would never be able to reach Snape's level.

"Hey, Madam Pomfrey, I'm here." Brian naturally greeted Madam Pomfrey after the routine physical examination after class.

"How do you feel today?" Madam Pomfrey asked, nodding while pouring a cup of potion on a student who fell from a broomstick.

Brian looked at the student who had started to roll his eyes sympathetically, then shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly, "I really don't feel anything at all. Except that my legs are weak when I wake up in the morning, does that count?"

Who knew that Madam Pomfrey gave Bryan an annoyed look, and then gave him a look of "Pay attention to moderation".This made Brian shut up in frustration, he really wasn't joking.

Brian stopped talking, he consciously helped Madam Pomfrey, and only after Madam Pomfrey took care of all the patients, did he go back to check on Brian.

"Speaking of which, you are all very powerful in using medicines. Basically, the medicine can cure the disease. It would be great if our medicine has this level." Brian praised while undergoing the examination, "Speaking of which, can magic medicine be used by ordinary people? "

Madam Pomfrey smiled while casting a spell, "I have no research on this. But you should know that Severus is a master of potions, and you should go to him to discuss it."

"Uh," Brian pouted, "he just kicked me out of his office yesterday..."

Madam Pomfrey stopped what she was doing, and then asked with a look of surprise, "What did you do again?"

Seeing that Madam Pomfrey finished the examination, Brian relaxed his stiff body, pushed his glasses embarrassingly, and then explained: "Actually, I didn't do anything, I gave him a set of electronic instruments used in our school's experiments to indicate grateful."

After finishing speaking, Brian met Madam Pomfrey's bright "I don't believe it" eyes, he smiled awkwardly, and then gave up and said, "Okay, okay. I pulled the button when he couldn't wait to test the new instrument." I watched him talk, so it was thrown out. It’s a research madman who throws it away when he runs out.”

Pomfrey was used to Brian's complaints, and it was rare for Severus to have such an energetic partner. She felt the same way as Dumbledore, and that was gratification.

"You should say this in front of Severus." Madam Pomfrey waved her hand, then pulled out a thick medical record, dipped a quill pen in ink, and recorded Brian on it. Case.

"So I'm still not getting better?" Brian glanced at the medical records casually, and saw the same description as the previous few days.In fact, he didn't pay much attention to these symptoms at first, but Madam Pomfrey sighed more often after each examination, and Snape avoided talking about it, which made him a little anxious.Even in the past two days, his body was slightly different from before, he was nervous for a while, and then he realized that he was too suspicious.

"It hasn't gone bad either." Madam Pomfrey sighed, then laughed again, "Now Severus is going to have a headache."

"He should be very excited," Brian stuck out his tongue, "There is another problem that can be overcome. It's a pity that he didn't enter the research institute."

"You have to know that the magic world is still an apprentice system, especially the research of these masters, which is more of a family inheritance. In fact, they are quite taboo to be learned by outsiders."

"That's why the technological development of the Muggle world is so much faster than that of the wizarding world." Brian touched his smooth chin and said with emotion.

Speaking of technological development in the Muggle world, he suddenly remembered the invitation from Malfoy Manor.Since the last meeting with Lucius Malfoy, they met again, and that time he recommended several experts that Malfoy needed.The two never contacted again after this.So this time when he received the invitation letter from the golden eagle of Malfoy's family, he himself was taken aback.Brian felt he needed to find a chance to speak to Snape.In fact, when he delivered the equipment yesterday, he wanted to say that he would be kicked out just like that.

Thinking of this, Brian touched the tip of his nose helplessly, and decided to go to Snape's office to talk to him again.He felt that in such a short half month at Hogwarts, his skin had thickened a lot.

The author has something to say: I am a short man, I apologize.

Calvin, what a tragedy...