Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 40 I Will Surpass You All

In Dumbledore's plan, Owen was the best candidate to become the next headmaster, so he had been cultivating the young wizards' sense of the big picture, enabling them to be more involved in the internal affairs of the four houses, to understand, participate, and then guide them.

But in Irving's mind, his own strength is the most important thing. He needs to study, read books, train, arm his mind with knowledge, and strengthen his body through training.

Therefore, there will be a conflict in terms of timing.

What's even more absurd is that Professor McGonagall rejected the young wizard's application for the Time-Turner yet again, and her reason left the young wizard speechless.

"Honey, you're only twelve. You don't need to be so stressed. What you need is to relax, to find and experience fun. Learning isn't everything in your life. You're still a child, so you should do what children do."

When dealing with a young wizard like Owen, brute force won't work, but as a woman, Professor McGonagall used gentleness to the extreme, completely controlling the young wizard.

As for applying to other professors?

That won't work, because although the other professors are also deans of departments, they are not vice presidents. The Time-Turner requires the vice president's signature to apply for, and even Dumbledore couldn't make it work.

But as the saying goes, "what is lost on one front is gained on another," the time-tamper application failed, but Professor McGonagall agreed to teach him the Apparition spell.

Owen had long wanted to learn this magic that allowed him to travel a great distance in an instant, but Dumbledore said it was an advanced spell. He could learn it, but it required an extremely solid foundation in magic. In addition, the spell couldn't be used at Hogwarts, so Owen forgot about it.

Now that he can learn it, Irving is incredibly excited!

It's a life-saving magic trick. If I can't beat it, I'll just run away in a flash. What can you do to me?

What? You cast a counter-spell? That's even better. I can fly, I can fly like a jet engine. What are you going to use to catch me?

Okay, even if you can fly, once I fly out of the anti-curse control area, I can disappear in a flash and you won't be able to find me. Aren't you angry?

Before he even started learning, Owen had already figured out how to use this magic trick!

I adjusted the time and squeezed out an extra hour specifically for practicing the Teleportation Spell.

This magic is dangerous because it may cause you to lose some parts or something. When practicing, someone must be there to watch over you so that if any parts are lost, someone can put them back in time.

Professor McGonagall was relieved that the young wizard had great composure; he did not try anything rashly, and after gaining a preliminary understanding, he began to delve into the corresponding theoretical knowledge.

Magic is never simply a matter of chanting incantations and waving a wand. One must also delve into its intricacies. The deeper one's understanding, the smoother the spellcasting will be, the higher the success rate will be, and the greater the power will be.

"Darling, you still make me feel so at ease."

Professor McGonagall's warm hug turned Irving into a kitten being petted, and he comfortably squinted his eyes...

However, this good fortune didn't last long.

Just as he had begun to grasp the magic and was preparing to study and practice it in depth, a notification disrupted Owen's plans once again.

"Me? Substitute for Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, while Owen turned his gaze to Professor Snape and said bluntly, "Am I not quite right? I think Professor Snape is more suitable than me."

Snape's expression softened considerably...

But Dumbledore's words brought his expression back to normal: "I'm afraid that won't work. Severus' Potions is also a core subject, and the course is very demanding, with some scheduling conflicts. So Owen, you'll have to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts for a while from first to fourth year. I'll find someone else to teach it next year."

Owen glanced furtively at the professor's sour face and sighed, "Alright, but I hope Professor Snape can help me prepare the lessons. I'm still a student, I still have many shortcomings, and I need to learn."

Dumbledore was overjoyed, as if he were thinking of the little wizard he had seen in the Magic Mirror, nestled in his mother's arms. His laughter grew even louder: "Hahaha, Severus, you'll agree, won't you?"

Snape's expression improved again. Teaching with his own prepared lessons meant that he was essentially teaching half of the class. Thinking about it that way made him feel much better. Besides, Owen only taught grades one through four, so there were still grades five through seven he could try to teach.

"Irving, you and Severus have a really good relationship."

"Yes, in my opinion, if Professor Snape can let go of his inner knot, he has the best chance of becoming a new legendary wizard within ten years."

Dumbledore stopped stroking his beard, while Snape's gaze was fixed intently on the young wizard. Owen, however, showed no sign of stopping: "Just as you excel in magic, Master Nicole in alchemy, and Master Newt in magical creatures, Professor Snape will become the new legendary wizard through Potions."

Dumbledore's smile vanished. Even a junior wizard could see it, so how could a legendary wizard like him not? He even knew what Snape's inner conflict was, but... there was nothing he could do!

If you take the wrong path in your youth, you have to spend the rest of your life making up for it; the price is too high.

"I don't need to become a legend..." Snape's voice was a little hoarse as he stared into the young wizard's eyes and said, word by word, "Can you replace me, surpass me?"

"able!"

Owen knew what he meant: "Professor, I will surpass you in Potions, surpass the Headmaster in Magic, surpass Professor McGonagall in Transfiguration, surpass Professor Flitwick in Charms, and surpass Professor Sprout in Herbalism. One day, I will take your place and continue to protect Hogwarts!"

The first time, Snape hugged the little wizard tightly...

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"I heard that Professor Quirrell had an accident. Who will teach our class now?"

"I don't know, the school hasn't given any notice."

Just as the young wizards were speculating and discussing, the classroom door was flung open with a bang, and Owen, draped in a black cloak, strode in with Snape-like steps, walked straight to the podium, flicked his cloak, and said sternly, "Now, put away your textbooks, take out your wands. In my class, you will not only use your brains, but also your bodies, and memorize the feeling of every spell you cast!!!"

The little wizards were terrified...

If it weren't for the face and height being different, they would have almost thought that Snape was the one giving them a lesson!

Owen, however, caught sight of the disappearing hem of clothing outside the classroom and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This substitute teaching job was so stressful…