svetikya Chapter 198 Snape's Evaluation
Chapter 198 Snape's Evaluation
Chapter 198 Snape's Evaluation
"The number you dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later."
Ryan's call request was rejected on the other end of the communicator.
Nicolas Flamel said it was already late, and unlike young people under 200, he needed to rest earlier.
This is normal, after all, teachers are very busy.
Ryan: I just wanted to ask if you have access to Beauxbatons—just to take a look.
He had no choice but to organize the content he would be teaching tomorrow. The alchemy atmosphere at Beauxbatons Academy was still very strong, at least much stronger than at Hogwarts.
Not many people at Hogwarts are interested in alchemy, and even those who are are only interested in products of jokes and pranks, such as certain Weasleys who wish to remain anonymous.
In Beauxbatons, alchemy is a compulsory course starting from the third year. Although the teachings are not in-depth, they mainly consist of translations and explanations of ancient runes and methods for crafting magical items that cannot even violate the Secret Code.
Tomorrow's lesson will cover the basic role of runes in alchemy, guiding students to carve ancient runes onto ordinary materials to achieve subtle magical effects.
"Teach them the ancient runes that mean 'protect' or 'defend.' A small amulet."
A five-story building next to Beauxbatons.
The decor is very modern, with white walls and spotless windows. In the large conference hall on the first floor, a large group of people can be seen sitting below the stage, discussing something.
They come from all age groups because people of all ages have a desire for the unknown.
"We were in class, why were we suddenly notified that something had to happen?"
"I don't know. When I arrived, I saw a young wizard I didn't recognize next to Mrs. Maxim."
"Could it be that we're getting another professor?"
"Perhaps."
"I hope this professor can spend more time here—capable professors have too little free time—"
Yes.
"Actually, students from Beauxbatons can also be our teachers, such as Professor Fleur. Some leaders from the Ministry of Magic also come to give us lessons."
"I'd believe it if she said she was the head of the Ministry of Magic, but what would a little girl like her know?"
"Professor Lane is just a little kid!"
"How many Professor Lanes are there in the world!"
Those who support Furong and those who support Ryan are arguing fiercely.
Because older people cannot accept that a teenager can stand in front of the class and teach them.
Even with Ryan's example, they couldn't accept it. In their view, children were simply incapable, and the Ministry of Magic was simply superior. All of this needed no reason, only their own opinion.
After all, older age equates to authority and experience, doesn't it? — This is what almost all the middle-aged and elderly students told themselves, and they all thought that Fleur's classes were no good, that she just read the text from the book and that her explanation of the history of magic was not good at all.
Although the professor of magical history at Beauxbatons was just as authoritative in teaching as Professor Binns at Hogwarts, he earned the trust of the middle-aged and elderly students because he was an old man.
Firstly, because of women, and secondly, because of children.
As Furong walked in through the door, she heard the students swatting at her.
Her mid-heeled heels stomped louder, thumping against the ground, as if reminding some people to think before they speak.
The sound of high heels hitting the ground alerted the students who were chatting. Most of them shut up, laughing, while only one or two middle-aged and elderly people with rigid thinking grunted.
I'm so angry!
But there's nothing we can do about these people.
Fleur sat in the first row, where Professor Beauxbatons, a potions professor, was already seated.
"Don't these people have children? Why are they so hostile towards young people?" Furong asked the professor in a low voice.
"It's because they have children that they've included you in the category of their children, and that's why they think everything you say is wrong."
Beauxbatons' potions professor was a middle-aged wizard who could understand, but could not accept, these people's ideas.
"But Ryan—" Fleur said, unwilling to give up.
"Unfortunately, people are different. In the past six hundred years, there has only been one person for whom Mr. Nicolas Flamel would actively and specifically seek out information. All the others who were able to establish a relationship with Mr. Flamel had to go through great lengths to get a brief encounter."
The potions professor in Beauxbatons told Fleur that, on the surface, he was emphasizing the huge gap between the two sides, but in reality, he was telling Beauxbatons' most outstanding student in recent years not to put all his eggs in one basket.
Because wizards cannot empathize with Squibs, and Squibs cannot empathize with Muggles. Therefore, the gap between a wizard like Lane and an ordinary, excellent wizard is greater than the gap between a wizard and a Muggle.
In particular, he had heard Professor Snape, a renowned figure in the field, talk about one of his outstanding students at a potions exchange meeting of the three major academies. Snape claimed this student was excellent in everything, exceptionally proficient in every subject, and even knew how to reinforce his understanding of subjects he was slightly weaker in through repeated experimentation. The only flaw was that this student was completely clueless about romance, knowing nothing about love and romance, only that magic was useful.
Combining the more famous students at Hogwarts now, and the most famous, legendary Adventurers' Club.
The potions professor from Beauxbatons believed that the student Snape was referring to as being a bit dim-witted was Ryan Welsh.
While Beauxbatons is equally romantic and accepting of students falling in love with people of different backgrounds, it doesn't mean the professor would support a student committing suicide by crashing their head against a wall.
Perhaps I was being too subtle—he saw that Furong hadn't grasped his meaning at all.
"I have some connection with Professor Snape of Hogwarts, and we've discussed some academic issues at the exchange meeting. He mentioned Lane Welsh."
"Professor Snape? He's Ryan's Potions professor? I've heard Ryan mention him; he really respects him," Fleur said casually, remembering him clearly.
"Hogwarts was the center of both wars against the Dark Lord, and the professors there were tempered and refined by those wars, far surpassing my level. That's why any wizard studying potions has great respect for Snape. This professor's assessment of Lane was that he might not be very good at—love."
The professor tried to persuade his student in a tactful way.
"Not very good at love? That's a good thing!" Furong's eyes lit up. "That means my opponents aren't very strong, their skill level is average, I can definitely do it!"
"————" Beauxbatons' potions professor shut his mouth.
Hogwarts.
Flitwick was experimenting; he was trying to create a spell that could utilize the mass-energy equivalence principle—a spell that would allow a stationary object to release all of its kinetic energy.
Mass and energy can be converted into each other; the sum of relativistic mass and rest mass equals total weight. Velocity—
--time?"
He muttered to himself as he deduced his spell on the parchment.
A knock came at the door.
Penelope's voice came from outside the door: "Professor, are you busy right now?"