A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Mum won't agree to it," Ron muttered, his face turning red.

As time went on, everyone could feel the change in Snape more and more. His whole person seemed...as if he had taken on a new look.This is a very strange feeling. He is obviously still standing in the classroom with a cold face, but it gives people a completely different feeling.

Malfoy also returned to school. He became much quieter and no longer provoked Gryffindor House as before. He even vaguely avoided Hermione when he saw her.

But none of this was as surprising as Snape's change.

"Maybe he's in love." Neville stammered. He had always been most afraid of Professor Snape, but for more than half a month, Snape didn't even make things difficult for him, even because of him and Harry. In the medicine class, I got a lot of extra points for being in the same group.

This made Old Mrs. Longbottom very excited. She thought she had finally brought Neville on the right path.

Although it doesn't seem to have much to do with her.

But these changes don't make Harry and Ron very excited, because even if Professor Snape no longer makes things difficult for them, they still have to accept the punishment of Professor McGonagall - because of the car.

"You go and help Mr. Filch polish the silverware in the trophy room," said Professor McGonagall. "No magic, Weasley - all by hand."

Ron gasped. Compared to Snape who had changed his gender, Filch seemed to be the person that all Gryffindor students hated.

Going to help Filch polish the silverware, he couldn't use magic yet - well, Ron didn't have this intention at first. He was afraid that the spell would mutate again, and he wouldn't be so lucky every time as it was just a prank spell.

"Potter, go help Professor Snape with the materials needed for the class." Professor McGonagall said.

"Ah, no, can I clean the prize too?" Harry begged. He couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Neville being punished to clean the toad's entrails.

"Of course not," Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, "Professor Snape wants you by name. Remember, you two, it's eight o'clock in the evening."

Harry and Ron walked dejectedly into the Great Hall, followed by Hermione, with an expression on their faces that said, "You did break the school rules."

At the dinner table, Harry had no appetite at all. He didn't even have the desire for his favorite beef pie - Edward's house elf taught the elves in the castle how to make pie - Ron even clapped his hands sympathetically. Patting Harry on the shoulder.

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely help you clean the internal organs between your fingers."

"Stop talking," Harry said brokenly.

The whole afternoon passed without realizing it, and it was five minutes to eight o'clock the next day. Harry dragged his feet along the stairs towards Snape's underground office with a look of despair on his face.

He gritted his teeth and knocked on the door.

The door opened immediately, and Snape looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"come in."

Snape's reaction was surprisingly calm.Harry immediately searched the office for the bucket containing the toad, fearing that he would see it.

Thank goodness!

Harry didn't see the toad, and he couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Maybe he didn't have to clean the toad's internal organs today.

"Potter, did you bring your Potions textbook?" Snape sat back behind the desk. He stared at Harry, but the look in his eyes made Harry somewhat unexpected.

It can be said to be fiery.

"No, Professor," Harry said sincerely. He only wore a pair of gloves - for cleaning the toad's entrails.

"Okay," Snape said, "There are textbooks left by students from past generations in the cabinet at the back. Go find one. In view of the talent you have recently shown in Potions class, I plan to improve your studies." .”

"Improve?" Harry had a weird look on his face. His performance in the Potions class recently was really good. Without Snape's troubles, his potion-making ability almost caught up with Hermione's. At least he wouldn't be able to make potions every time in class. Every time I hand in a dark assignment.

"Yes, improve." Snape crossed his arms and said seriously, "I think you have reached a level that requires individual tutoring to improve."

"But Professor McGonagall said it was solitary confinement -" Harry's mind was a little confused. This was completely different from what he had imagined.

"The content of the confinement is to learn potions from me. If you want to get a good result in OWLs, you'd better start preparing now." Snape said, tapping the table with his knuckles, "Go and get it. A textbook.”

"Yes, sir." Harry secretly rejoiced, as long as he was not allowed to clean the toad's entrails.

At worst it would be equivalent to one more potions class per week!

At this time, Harry finally had time to look around Snape's office.

This is a dark room with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, and slimy animal and plant specimens floating in colorful potions.A cabinet in the corner is filled with medicinal materials.

"That's the cupboard, Potter, hurry up," Snape urged.

"Okay." Harry opened the cabinet and pulled out an old copy of "Magic Potions and Potions".

Returning to his desk, Snape nodded excitedly.

"Very well, let's start the first class, Potter. The first thing we have to do is make sleeping potion. You need to prepare...

Time passed at a snail's pace, and Harry allowed Snape to explain the details and key points of brewing the potion, only occasionally answering "Hmm."

He was thinking that maybe this was what Hermione liked. She was always eager to learn more knowledge, but Harry was really not interested in potions.

If Snape hadn't targeted him for a whole year last year, I'm afraid Harry wouldn't hate potions so much.

But Harry still didn't understand why Snape had such a huge contrast in his attitude.

It was as if...he suddenly regarded Harry as his own son.

Oh my God!Just thinking about it scared Harry!

Did Slytherin's greasy old bat want to adopt him as his adopted son?

The candle burned shorter and shorter, and Snape's speaking speed gradually slowed down, which made Harry fall into a state of half sleep, probably because the office was too warm.

Is the time almost up?

Harry thought painfully, please come quickly, he really wanted to end this boring Potions class... Suddenly, he heard a sound - a crackling sound like a candle. Or the completely different voice of Snape's lectures.

It was a voice, a voice that was creepy, breathless, cold and vicious.

"Come...come...let me tear you apart...tear you apart...kill you..."

Harry woke up with a start, startling Snape.

He drawled, "What's the matter, Potter?"