Chapter 341 "How Is Professor Snape Doing"

After hearing Wentworth's words, Jimon shot him an angry glare before retorting, "Wentworth, I'll just take that as a compliment!"

Wentworth shrugged indifferently, then tossed ten gold Galleons onto the table. "So, what about Professor Lopez? Is she also affiliated with one of the Big Tribes?" he inquired.

In response, Jimon gave Wentworth a scrutinizing look before shaking his head slowly. "No, Professor Lopez doesn't come from one of the Big Tribes. However, there are rumors suggesting that despite her background, she maintains strong ties with some of the largest tribes in Africa. There's even speculation that Professor Lopez sells a portion of the admissions slots at Uagadou School of Magic to these tribes each year, at a considerable price."

Wentworth furrowed his brows in disbelief. "Is what you're saying true?" he questioned.

Jimon raised his hands in a nonchalant gesture. "I'm merely relaying what I've heard. It's not my place to verify its authenticity. After all, she's the headmistress, and I'm just a student at Uagadou," he replied casually.

Upon hearing Jimon's response, Wentworth rubbed his temples and uttered with a wry smile, "Society is simple, people are complex... I really want to return to Hogwarts now..."

Observing that Wentworth didn't press for further inquiries, Jimon rose to his feet, dusted off his clothing, and remarked, "If there are no further matters, I shall take my leave. Should you have any additional queries, feel free to seek me out. One question comes with a price of ten Galleons."

With that, Jimon turned and departed. However, unbeknownst to him, an unexpected visitor had latched onto his leg and shoes.

A green figure clung to Jimon's trousers, making faces at Wentworth and sticking out its tongue.

As Jimon exited, Wentworth found himself idle once more. Dumbledore had only cautioned him to prioritize his safety before departing, offering no further guidance.

Having listened to Jimon's revelations, Wentworth grew increasingly convinced of the complexity underlying the situation.

Nevertheless, he saw little reason to dwell on matters that didn't directly concern him as a Hogwarts student.

As Wentworth strolled through Uagadou's campus, he maintained a composed demeanor, taking in the sights with a sense of curiosity.

He sought to discern the differences between Uagadou's teaching methods and those of Hogwarts.

Exiting the meadow where he had eaten his morning meal, Wentworth soon came upon a group of Uagadou students engaged in flying lessons on a nearby field.

Pausing to observe them closely, he couldn't help but inwardly marvel at the stark contrast between Uagadou's flying lessons and the sporadic, unpredictable ones at Hogwarts.

Unlike the occasionally chaotic flying sessions at Hogwarts, Uagadou's lessons appeared to be far more controlled and structured. However, Wentworth couldn't attribute this solely to superior teaching quality.

Instead, it seemed that the limitations of Uagadou's broom technology played a significant role. Compared to Hogwarts' brooms, which offered speed and agility akin to a high-performance sports car,

Uagadou's brooms resembled sluggish electric scooters, lacking both speed and altitude capabilities.

The sudden culture shock hit Wentworth like a truck, "It feels like they are more advanced in some of their fields compared to Hogwarts... we need to learn a lot from Uagadou if we want to keep holding that Golden Snitch trophy."

After observing for a brief period, Wentworth found his interest waning and decided to venture in another direction. Despite traversing more than half of Uagadou's campus, he found nothing particularly noteworthy.

However, just as he contemplated his next move, he noticed a Uagadou student beckoning him forward.

Stepping into a classroom adorned with unfamiliar creatures, Wentworth's interest was instantly piqued.

He approached the classroom instinctively, positioning himself outside the window to peer within. Just then, the door swung open, revealing a disheveled man with thick-rimmed glasses—a middle-aged witch.

The man's gaze swept over Wentworth with suspicion, but upon spotting the Hogwarts uniform, his demeanor shifted. His eyes brightened, and he spoke eagerly, "Are you a student of Hogwarts? I've heard rumors of a Hogwarts student visiting Uagadou. It must be you! Hello, I'm Laura, the Potions professor here."

Quick to respond, Wentworth offered a respectful salute and introduced himself, "Hello, Professor Laura. I'm Wentworth from Hufflepuff at Hogwarts."

Laura's smile widened at the introduction, but then she posed an unexpected question, "Is Professor Snape doing well?"

Taken aback, Wentworth paused momentarily. He hadn't anticipated discussions about Snape reaching as far as Africa. "I'm sorry, Professor Laura. Just to clarify, are you referring to Professor Severus Snape?"

Laura's expression shifted into a puzzled frown as she hesitated, "Could there be two Professor Snapes at Hogwarts? I specifically asked about the potions professor at your school, Professor Snape."

Laura's words immediately piqued Wentworth's curiosity, and he responded hastily, "Our Professor Snape is doing very well. He's currently the head of Slytherin House among the four houses at our school."

Upon hearing Wentworth's response, Laura nodded thoughtfully, "I'm not surprised. Snape has always had that capability. By the way, even though Snape is the head of Slytherin and you're a Hufflepuff student, you're still his student, correct?"

Straightening his posture, Wentworth affirmed, "Indeed, Professor Laura. I'm proudly one of Professor Snape's students. In fact, there was a time when I visited Professor Snape's office every night to learn potions from him. I consider myself fortunate to have been taught by Professor Snape."

With a curious glance, Wentworth leaned in closer to Laura and asked, "Excuse me, Professor Laura, are you acquainted with our Professor Snape? How did you two meet?"

Just as Wentworth was eagerly anticipating learning about Snape and Laura's connection, he witnessed Laura's sudden change in demeanor. With gritted teeth, she exclaimed, "I am indeed very familiar with Severus Snape! He was the one who snatched the pure gold cauldron right from under my nose at the Wizarding School Potions Championship!"

Upon hearing Laura's words, the smile vanished from Wentworth's face, replaced by a sense of foreboding.

Laura continued, her tone filled with resentment, "Not only that, but when I approached him after the competition to congratulate him on his victory, I suggested that we could stay in touch and share ideas about potions. Can you guess how he responded?"

Wentworth was not ready at all to found someone that respond to Professor Snape's name this aggresively after coming as far as Africa...

Who would have thought that Professor Snape had one of his acquaintances even far from England?

As the situation grew tense, Wentworth could only take a deep breath before listening to Professor Laura, "What did Professor Snape say to you, Professor?"