[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

At 10:[-] minutes to [-]:[-] in the evening, Harry showed up on time. Thinking of Christo facing the bat alone, he suddenly felt that it would be a kind of happiness if he just got to the door.

Christo followed behind him, trying not to let her eyes wander, it would be a very bad thing if something unlovely got in.

"Do we have to go this way?" Harry tried hard not to sound so whiny as they walked through a long corridor with a lot of people. In fact, he was almost unable to withstand the curious eyes of passers-by. , what does this look like?

A man in one portrait sarcastically said, "Are you two walking in a row?"

When Christo passed the portrait, she poked it hard with her wand, and the man immediately shrank behind the chair.

"Please, it will be here soon."

They arrived in front of Snape's office, and Harry left briskly.

Chris took a deep breath and knocked on the door softly.

"Come in." The person inside said without emotion.

Christo walked in, only feeling a little dizzy. Although she had expected this to happen, she didn't expect there to be so many—at least a quarter of the bottles and jars on the cabinet It was soaked in snake specimens, emitting a strange luster in the dim light, and her face turned pale all of a sudden.

Snape glanced at her: "What, Miss McMillan? What you did in the cellar this morning almost made me think that you barely inherited one of Gryffin's more or less good qualities, but it seems to be mine. The conclusion is too hasty, come here, sit down!"

Christo lowered her head and slowly moved over. Those are potion ingredients, those are potion ingredients, she repeated in her mind over and over again.

"Miss McMillan, can you tell me who taught you the potion?" Snape tried his best to be gentle, and he felt that the little girl in front of him was about to faint from fear.

"I don't know, professor, I lost my memory before." Christo replied, her voice was weak.

"Then how much have you learned now?"

"Actually, I don't know very well, because I was basically reading the book by myself."

This question-and-answer mode lasted for a long time, and Snape was obviously dissatisfied with Kristall's absent-mindedness.

"Miss McMillan, if you think showing off your cleverness can earn you respect, showing off your knowledge can make you more attractive, and if you feel complacent about it, I have to reconsider whether to let you come here to learn more profound knowledge. It's a wise decision."

"Of course it's not like that! Professor!" Christo's eyes widened all of a sudden, what kind of snakes, what kind of magic materials, let's all die!

"Better like this." Snape snorted softly. "Now, go to the cubicle and complete your task tonight-take the skeletons of twenty toads intact." He picked up his Quill, started grading homework, and never looked at her again.

When Christo opened the door of the cubicle, she was taken aback. It was hard to imagine that in such a dark, cold, and humid office, there was such a large, softly lit, moderately temperature, and dry laboratory. .What surprised her even more was that there was already a person in the lab—that arrogant boy!

Kristall closed the door, and Malfoy was cooking slugs.As soon as he saw Chris looking more, he put on an ugly face. He washed a slug under the clear water, and threw it into the glass with a snap.

Chris thought for a while, and walked over without looking sideways, pretending not to see the raging fire in the opponent's eyes.

Malfoy gritted his teeth and continued: "It's all because of you! The professor actually asked me to learn how to cook slugs again today!"

The corner of Christo's mouth twitched, thinking silently in her heart, if it was her, she would do the same thing. It is such a disappointment that a Potions master's student can't compare to a peer in potions.

It's a pity that her expression looked to Malfoy as if it said, oh, Merlin, this is really good!He wanted to throw the slug container in his face, but he held back—he thought of Christo's sarcasm about him not being a pureblood.He complained: "Milky! It's milky! There's nothing in the book about how to turn a slug into milky white!"

Crystal ignored him, and moved a stool to stand on it. She became as tall as Malfoy, and finally reached the experimental table.

Malfoy gave her a disgusted look: "I don't remember that the McMillan family has dwarf blood—you!" His forehead was tapped by Crystal's wand, and he covered his forehead in disbelief, gray eyes Riman was surprised, "You will regret your recklessness! How dare you treat a Malfoy like this!"

Christo's ignorance made him feel like a fool—"Christopher McMillan! I'm talking to you!" He had no choice but to emphasize his sense of existence.

Christo put on the dragon leather gloves, and asked in a very surprised but low voice: "Aren't you worried about being heard by your dear professor?"

"Coward of Gryffindor! The professor specially built this laboratory in order not to be disturbed when refining the potion. People outside can't hear any sound at all!"

He watched in puzzlement as Christo used a loud voice to her own throat, and he was only a meter away from her.

until--

"Mr. Malfoy, I have to remind you that Gryffindors have courage, not recklessness!"

"Aren't you ashamed to be taught by a great Potions master, and not be able to demonstrate abilities superior to your peers?"

"Complaining will only let others see your weakness. As for the sympathy you want from others, that's another matter."

"If laughing at other people's height can make you feel superior, I think I have more reason to laugh at your poor slug!"

"Finally! Mr. Malfoy! If yelling at ladies is one of the Malfoys' tutors, then I have to express my regret!"

Malfoy's cheeks flushed twice, he rubbed his ears, Christo's voice made his eardrums ache, he would rather Christo said nothing now, in fact, She said everything, and everything stabbed at Malfoy's pride.

"Come on, let me see!" She leaned forward suddenly, with a sly smile on her face, her voice was cloyingly sweet, "Mr Malfoy, I have to say you have to do it again, I bet a chocolate frog , Moon White!"

Malfoy glanced at his steaming dish, his ears were still red, but he still said arrogantly: "A real Malfoy doesn't disdain a chocolate frog's bet."

Christo shrugged and started to take the toad's skeleton.The steaming plate was steaming with white mist, Malfoy came up boredly, poked the toad carcass in the basket, and frowned in disgust: "Mister asked you to do this?"

"That's right, twenty." Christo skillfully peeled off the toad meat, but because of a force, the body was split in half. She shrugged and threw the failed ones aside, "It's very troublesome, isn't it?" ?"

"Hmph!" Malfoy said noncommittally.

Christo stopped, turned her head, and looked at him seriously: "Mr. Malfoy, I think I have to say it again, in Diagon Alley..."

Malfoy interrupted angrily: "A real Malfoy doesn't need potions to create an illusion."

"It's rare, we have reached a consensus on this issue." Christo gave him a meaningful look.

Malfoy snorted again.

Suddenly, he muttered, "Merlin, I'm talking to a Gryffindor." He lifted the lid of the steaming dish and let out a louder grumble, "Failed again." The slug was dumped into the trash can, but Christo still saw it—Moon White, she hummed a little tune happily.

Malfoy glared at her sullenly, and began to deal with another round of slugs.

"Off-white, this is a bet that a real Malfoy can see—" Christo said confidently.

Malfoy treated the slug in his hand more and more cautiously. He wished he could take out his wand and turn it into milky white, but he still had to pretend not to care and said, "What bet?"

I'm not going to tell you that your angry bun face has already betrayed you!Christo thought happily in her heart.She thought hard for a while before replying: "That's fine, if it's beige, you can send me to the Gryffindor's spire, if not - a set of Lockhart luxury hair products!"

"I don't want Lo..." Malfoy attempted to protest.

But Krystal's wand was lightly pressed over his lips, and he stared at Krystal like a scheming fox.

"It's okay, I can't lose!"

Malfoy snorted again, "Don't talk to me!" He concentrated on tending to his slug.