HP: Let professors walk towards the light

At the end of the dark green corridor, with a sound of "eternity", the stone door of the Slytherin common room slowly opened, and Pansy Parkinson walked in carrying a large plate full of food, followed by Crabbe and Goyle who also brought back a lot of food.

There were quite a few people gathered in the lounge, but the sofas and soft chairs by the fireplace were basically the exclusive seats for Draco's group, and all the third-year students gathered here.

"Hermalena Tallos, a British Hogwarts student, won the gold medal in the European Youth Potions Crucible Competition. Wow~ so amazing? I couldn't tell." Blaise flicked the newspaper in his hand.

"Lena, you didn't tell us when you participated in the competition." Pansy put down the snacks in her hand and sat next to Lena, taking the newspaper from Blaise's hand.

"It was Professor Snape. He submitted my paper on my behalf and I brewed the potion in his office. Then, the award was given." Reina spread her hands and took a pudding cup from the table.

"It looks like Reina is going to go the potion route. Now even Draco is almost no match for Reina in front of Professor Snape." Blaise patted Draco, but the latter didn't even look at him.

"Leina Lena." Daphne leaned close to Lena's ear, speaking mysteriously.

"What's wrong?" Reina also tilted her ear.

"Do you like Professor Snape?" Daphne said with a teasing look on her face, giggling.

Reina paused and turned to look at Daphne.

"Although you don't usually show it, I always feel that something is strange. And I have a strong intuition. Sometimes when I see you in front of Professor Snape, it's like seeing Pansy and Draco. Tell me, tell me, I'll keep it a secret." Daphne said in a low voice.

"Is it obvious?" Lena really didn't notice that Daphne had observed her, at all.

"So you admit it? When did it start? Merlin, this is a teacher-student relationship." Daphne held her face with stars in her eyes.

"What teacher-student romance? What are you two whispering about here? Is it shameful?" Pansy suddenly came over and pouted.

"No, no, it's Lena. She said her friend abroad fell in love with her professor, and I wanted to hear about it." Daphne winked at Lena playfully.

"Professor? Tell me about it. I want to listen, too." Pansy also leaned forward to listen.

The two of them stared at Reina with gossipy eyes, but in the end, Reina was the one who lost.

"Nothing, that friend did fall in love with her professor, and she has been in love with him for a long, long time, but... there has been good news recently."

"Wow--" Daphne almost screamed.

"What? There's nothing new. What are you surprised about?" Pansy glanced at Daphne and said with some disgust.

"Oh, what do you know? It's very romantic. I really like this hanging--" Daphne bumped into Lena's shoulder, her mouth almost grinning to the sky.

"If you like, why don't you date a professor? We have some in our school, like Lupin."

"Oh, I told you you don't understand! How can you say that to me? You are the one talking to Lupin, Pansy is a fool!" Daphne turned her head away angrily.

"Huh? Are you brave enough to scold me? You're looking for death!" Pansy jumped over Lena and pounced on Daphne, pulling the flesh on her face.

"Tell me again who's the idiot, huh?"

"Ouch, it hurts, Fanxirong is dead!"

Reina, who escaped the disaster, found it a little funny to see Daphne being "educated", and even just winked at her when Daphne looked at her for help.

"The girls are having a great time. Hey Draco, how's your shop going?"

"Everything is normal, but there have been some strange movements recently." Thinking of this, Draco frowned.

"Well, someone saw Crouch in Knockturn Alley." The newspaper in Theodore's hand almost covered his entire body.

"What happened to Crouch?"

"If it was just Crouch, it wouldn't be a big deal. The strange thing is that the man said it wasn't the one from the Ministry of Magic, but the one from Azkaban." Theodore flipped through the newspaper. There would be no reports about Knockturn Alley in the Daily Prophet, and Knockturn Alley was mainly populated by dark wizards. Even if it was really Barty Crouch Jr., those dark wizards were all people who knew how to protect themselves and would not publicize it.

"Azkaban, that's a bit strange." Blaise crossed his legs, looking very interested, as if he was ready to enjoy a drama.

"The Ministry of Magic is really a bunch of rubbish." Draco snorted.

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"Barty Crouch Jr. has escaped?"

In the potion office, Reina was standing in front of the display cabinet with rows of potions, comparing two potions in her hands.

"I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but someone witnessed it. What a bunch of idiots who only want to create chaos in the world. I'm afraid that Crouch from the Ministry of Magic won't have peace for much longer. It was also he who sentenced Black to prison." Snape was still sitting at the desk marking the homework that seemed to never be finished.

"At this time? Then won't there be problems with the Quidditch World Cup and the Triwizard Tournament?" Although these two major events would have some problems.

"There are quite a few people who are against the Ministry of Magic. Fudge is not a resourceful man and is not suitable to sit in that position for a long time. Now that Crouch, who originally had some hope and a good network of contacts, has run into trouble again, the Ministry of Magic will definitely be in chaos." Snape seemed to remember something and raised his head speechlessly with a hint of disgust on his face.

"I almost forgot about that Senior Undersecretary Umbridge."

"Haha, Sif, your expression just now was a little funny."

After distributing the potions, Reina walked to Snape. Snape turned his chair to face her. Reina smiled and walked forward and gently put her arms around his head.

"Well, Fudge has no tricks and Umbridge can't cause any big waves. Dumbledore will naturally keep an eye on Barty Jr. and McNeill. We can't let them get in touch with Voldemort. If the Ministry of Magic is in chaos, the Death Eaters will become rampant. Dumbledore must know this better than us."

Snape felt Rena's hand gently caressing him and his mind was clear. Yes, Rena was right. No matter how much of a headache he had, he would not have done anything on his own without Dumbledore.

Simply, he let go of the feather pen he had been holding in his hand and leaned his head against Reina. The familiar scent lingered on his nose. He greedily stretched out his hands and wrapped them around her waist. The real touch told him that what was in front of him was not an illusion.

Reina was trapped in front of Snape by his actions and could not move for a while, but she never thought of breaking free. She just stroked the soft black hair like she was stroking a cat's fur.

"Sev, are you tired?"

The soft whispers soothed the loneliness in this silent cellar, like the wind blowing gently across the black lake, causing ripples to spread out layer by layer, pushing the green grass hanging down on the shore.