HP: Let professors walk towards the light

I still asked Hermalena to connect the fireplaces in Tallos Manor and Spider's End so that I could get my potion ingredients and some utensils from there.

But today, Hermalena has a fever...

This is still my fault. I only thought that her experience was enough for her to accept more content beyond the scope of Hogwarts teaching. With the mentality of not wasting potential talents, I let her learn brain occlumency and potions. In addition, considering her age before rebirth, I simply ignored her physical age.

After all, her body was still that of a twelve-year-old child, but she stayed up late with me, practicing spells frequently, and eventually, her body collapsed first.

"Professor, I'm sorry to trouble you..."

Hermalena lay on the bed and I put an ice towel on her head.

"Just lie down and I'll make you a pot of fever-reducing and stimulating medicine."

Snape, Snape, even if she wants to learn, she should take good care of herself and rest. Not everyone is like you and doesn't take their health seriously. Even if she doesn't take her health seriously, as a professor, she should be considerate of her students. Really, look, now not only can't teach, but also have to make potions and serve them myself.

After Hermalena fell asleep, I was about to leave when I accidentally kicked her bedside table. It seemed that something in the cabinet was kicked over by me, making a crisp sound.

I opened the cabinet and inside was a glass bottle filled with a crystal clear, silky liquid.

If, I'm not mistaken.

What's in that bottle is - memory.

There are indeed wizards in the magical world who can extract some of their painful memories from their minds, and some store them in containers like this.

Will Hermalena's memories also be those that are so painful that she has to pull herself away from them?

My mind told me that this was someone else's privacy, and even as a professor, I had no right to touch other people's scars at will. But there was always a voice in my mind telling me to take it away and find out.

The memory bottle reflects alluringly under the light.

……

Why on earth, why would I steal it.

I rubbed my temples hard, looking at Hermalena's memory bottle in front of me, and fell into deep thought.

It's rare to have a guilty feeling.

But my intuition told me that I should go and take a look, and then secretly send him back under the pretext of seeing a doctor.

Tsk, why do you keep doing such weird and irrational things lately?

I took the memory bottle and returned to the house in Spinner's End. From Spinner's End, I went to the basement office. There was a Pensieve in the basement, which I borrowed from Dumbledore before the holiday. Because I was going to teach Hermalena the brain block technique, I put some of my memories in it.

Unexpectedly, it can be used for other purposes now.

I opened the memory bottle and slowly poured the silver memory into the Pensieve. I entered another world - a world belonging to Hermalena.

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1991 9 Month 1 Day.

On the Hogwarts Express, Hermalena was looking forward to her trip to Hogwarts. Sitting around her were little wizards she didn't know, all of whom were freshmen this year.

Reina was full of curiosity about her future life, Hogwarts, where her father lived.

She entered Slytherin College and met a girl who looked very strong, Pansy Parkinson. She said that a child like her whose family was almost declining should learn social skills as soon as possible and make plans for the revival of the family. So, Reina became one of Pansy's little followers.

She also met Malfoy, a somewhat arrogant young nobleman who was the leader among his classmates and who disliked Potter, the savior of the neighboring Gryffindor College.

However, this has nothing to do with her. She just needs to spend her student life peacefully, graduate successfully, and then devote herself wholeheartedly to the family affairs of Talros. She came to Hogwarts just to see if this school is as great as the legend said.

However, she met a man - Slytherin's professor, Professor Snape. Reina recognized him at first sight, but the other party didn't recognize her, so... forget it.

The man who looked particularly gloomy and fierce was the professor of Potions. Unfortunately, Reina's attainments in Potions were not particularly outstanding, and she could only barely get an "A" every time.

While others were riding brooms and playing Quidditch, Reina was studying financial management in the library; while others were fighting trolls and traveling the world, Reina was learning spells from Professor Flitwick; while others were facing death and winning glory, Reina was planning what to do during the holidays so as not to be bored...

Facing Professor Lockhart's smiling attack, Reina remained unmoved; facing the attack on students by unknown monsters, Reina said that I was a pure-blood and it had nothing to do with me; facing the victory that everyone celebrated, Reina fell asleep at home...

Reina has always believed that as long as I don't stand out, you won't notice me, and I can spend seven years in peace and ease.

However, the only thing that bothered her was Potions.

Professor Snape is the teacher that Reina respects most in the entire Hogwarts. He is the youngest head of the school in history and has won the Slytherin House Cup seven times in a row.

Reina thought, it would be great if she could become a good person like Professor Snape in the future.

But why can't she brew her potion perfectly? She wants to ask others for help, but Draco is too arrogant; Theodore is too withdrawn; Blaise is too frivolous; Pansy's grades are not as good as hers...

Of course, she had gone to Professor Snape to ask about potions, but he asked her a few questions and she was kicked out. He also threatened her, saying, "If you don't even know this, there's no need to ask me. I don't need you in my potions improvement class. You should just study finance instead."

Because of this sentence, Reina was sad for a long time. Finally, Pansy couldn't stand it anymore and lent her Draco's potions notes, which made her feel better.

Later, Hogwarts was occupied by Dementors, and the prisoner Black broke into the school and threatened to capture Potter next door. This matter had nothing to do with Reina. As for the Dementors, she just had to stay quietly in the dormitory and believe that it would not float in. The savior naturally had his own things to do, such as saving the world. If the sky fell, someone high would hold it up, and we were responsible for cheering.

But sometimes, you can't be too sure.

That day, Reina had just finished her meal and was planning to walk around the school to digest her food, but then trouble came...