The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"Oh, you've really grown up." Snape felt powerless, but he couldn't find fault.

She did not break her oath, but continued to do things in another way.

Although it was a good intention to help, she was just a child after all, and she shouldn't be involved in this kind of thing.

A bloody Potter is enough of a headache, can't it just be quieter and more reassuring?

"Professor, I know I didn't do well, I just thought—you don't have to keep trying to break the curse," Sissy argued aggrievedly in a low voice, "and if the stalemate lasts for too long, Harry may won't be able to hold on."

She also saved your clothes by the way, but it's not appropriate to say this, because she suppressed it in her heart.

"I'm not blaming you..." Snape softened and let it go.

"The next game, you are not allowed to go again."

Sissy nodded, hesitated for a moment, and decided to speak out, "Professor, you don't need to do this—I mean, apply for the referee of the next game."

"They've all misunderstood it now, thinking that you did this to favor Slytherin to win the Quidditch Cup."

"Perhaps that's what I meant." Snape narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little.

Snape raised his chin and gave her a sideways look, thinking that this was a good time to hit him, to emphasize his identity, and to re-establish his majestic image, because the little doll seemed less and less afraid of him.

"I think you seem to have forgotten that I am not only your Potions teacher, but also the head of Slytherin, leading the entire house like your Ravenclaw professor who is not as tall as your waist.

As the dean, what's so strange about wanting them to win the game? "

Sissy knew it, but she really didn't feel the difference between the dean and an ordinary professor.

Flitwick treated almost all the students in a friendly manner, and of course he also liked this group of exceptionally smart children.

Snape, although it was often seen that he favored the students of this house, when she was present, he withdrew his own points many times in an unambiguous and unambiguous manner.

He even said that when disposing of his own students, he didn't have to worry about the face of other deans at all. On the contrary, he could be more ruthless, unless Dumbledore came forward to mediate.

Therefore, Sissy really couldn't imagine that Snape would end up as a referee in order to win the Quidditch trophy.

Originally, it was to protect Harry, so he insisted on being stubborn.

But don't tell the truth if you see through it, the professor can say whatever he likes.

"You're right, it's not surprising at all." Sissy smiled obediently.

No matter how you hear this, it's a bit awkward.

Snape frowned, what to do, it was useless, she was still smiling, she did not make a mistake, and she couldn't continue cursing.

"Professor?" Sissy looked at Snape with a cloudy expression, feeling confused.

Everyone knows that Snape is eccentric, but Sissy enjoys it quite a bit. Even if she goes crazy and rampages in Slytherin one day, if she meets him, she will give him two big rivals, and the other party will have to smash his teeth. Swallow into the stomach.

Pencey's lesson from the past is there.

Think about it and feel a little proud.

"What a smirk!"

"No, there is no professor. No matter what you do, I will stand by your side unswervingly." Sissy said vowedly.

This is the truth.

No matter what she looks like outside, here, on Snape's private land - the professor himself once said so, she just needs to be a little sheep, and if she can, she also wants to be a little padded jacket, Save some warmth for him.

"On my side? Didn't you just stand in the Gryffindor stand today? Why, forgetful?" Snape felt a little funny.

"I want to stay, but you sent me away..." Sissy knew she was wrong, she muttered in a low voice, if it wasn't for the quietness in the stone room, no one would have heard what she was saying clearly.

When Qian Qian said this, she actually didn't believe it, but she blurted it out by accident.

What kind of lame excuse is this?

Wasn't it because Quirrell was around to drive her away?

She knew it clearly, and deliberately used it as a shield. How could any student dare to talk to him like this.

"It's reasonable to eat inside and outside!"

Especially the three little ones of Gryffindor, who wanted to deduct points when they saw them.

Sissy shrank her neck subconsciously, and lowered her head back.

There was a sudden "snap", she was completely unprepared, and trembled as if she had been electrocuted, almost jumping up.

This slap was really heavy, thanks to the solidity of the table.

Well, I'm scared, so it's okay, Snape pursed his lips in satisfaction, his hands were a little numb, but in order to maintain his image, he had to pretend to be nonchalant.

"You know what's wrong?"

"It won't happen next time." Sissy raised her head embarrassingly.

"Well, go and finish your practice." Snape swung his robe back and sat down.

"Good professor." Sissy turned around and went into the room to bring a cup of coffee.

Now it is very convenient to have the freeze-frame spell, just soak it once, and then lift the spell when you need to use it, it is still a steaming cup with a strong fragrance, you don’t even need to stir it, and there will be no precipitation.

Snape took a sip from the cup habitually, his mouth was a little hot, but it also showed that her spells had improved.

Sissy didn't leave soon, it just happened to happen that the clothes were set on fire today, and she really wanted to figure out a problem.

Did Professor Snape have only one suit, or could he have several of the same suit?

After all, there is magic, and a set of clothes will not smell bad if you wear it every day.

But there is also such a possibility: because I am too lazy to choose a style, I simply buy the same one.

There are indeed such people.

Which one is the professor?

She hadn't seen it with her own eyes, and she wouldn't dare to run to the professor's bedroom to rummage through boxes and cabinets even if she was given ten or eight times.

Do you dare to say otherwise, the main thing is to look through other people's wardrobes, which is somewhat perverted.

Sissy opened her mouth slightly, but she didn't make any sound.

"Just tell me what you want." Snape watched her hesitate to speak for a while, a little satisfied with the effect of his reprimand just now, but couldn't help but want to hear it.

"Then...then I really asked?"

Snape nodded slightly, humming.

"Professor, do you really only have this one piece of clothing?"

There is no particular reason, just to gossip.

Snape: "..."

It was supposed to be an important question, whether it was about Quirrell or about herself, so that the prevarication words he had been brainstorming for a long time were useless.