[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Christo finally returned to school the day before school started. She locked herself in the girls' bathroom on the first floor to refine potions, and the crying Myrtle kept chattering beside her, and she was only concerned with calculating the amount of safflower juice , did not hear anything.On Wednesday nights she had to go to the cellar to study, and before that she had to write a foot-long dissertation in addition to potions!

Hermione, Harry, and Ron seemed to be busy with new things. When Christo yawned and returned to the dormitory, Hermione hadn't come back yet.No one explained to her about the alchemy stone.But she was too busy to take care of herself now, and she didn't bother to ask.

Kristall stayed up almost three nights to get all her homework done, which made her almost fall asleep in Professor McGonagall's class, and the real situation was no better - she turned the buttons on Neville's robes into Snail shells, Professor McGonagall looked at the two of them with a headache, and then gave special attention-additional parchment to be filled.

On Wednesday night, Christo went to the cellar anxiously with a bunch of things in her hands. Ernie patted her head worriedly, and finally left helplessly.

"Professor..." Christo pushed open the door, leaned his head, and shouted softly.

"Come in, put down your homework, go to the laboratory, and Mr. Malfoy will tell you about your task today." He didn't even lift his head, his voice was so cold that it could crack all solids.It was terrible, Christo stepped forward quickly, and put the parchment paper and bottles and jars on the table, she raised her eyelids to look at Professor Snape, and found that his greasy hair seemed to be It seems to be less greasy.

It must be a problem with the light, she murmured to herself.

She pushed open the door to the lab and walked in, where Malfoy was stirring his potion, and he always seemed to come a little earlier than her.

"Have you noticed that the professor's hair has changed?" Malfoy opened his mouth for the first time, with a rare softening tone.

Christo's eyelids twitched, and she suddenly had a bad premonition, and she asked hesitantly, "Is there?"

Malfoy glanced at her gleefully, and tapped his glass rod rhythmically on the cauldron: "Miss McMillan, did you do something bad?"

If sending the professor shampoo is also considered, Christo secretly slandered, she walked over, a little unwilling to talk to him. "No." She asked flatly, "What is the task the professor assigned me today?"

Malfoy was not annoyed either, he said slowly, "I advise you to drink all your courage potions."

"What?" Christo gave him a puzzled look.

"Better drink it - don't take Malfoy's advice lightly."

Christo looked at his expression. After Christmas, what kind of monster did the young master of the Malfoy family think of?However, she couldn't drink it anyway-because she didn't bring any potion.

"What is the mission?"

Malfoy looked at her suspiciously: "Could it be that you were pretending at that time?"

"What?" Christo really had no patience to go around in circles with him, "You'd better tell me right away..."

"Snake——" Malfoy immediately noticed her constricted pupils, and the excitement in his tone couldn't be hidden all of a sudden, "Take the gallbladder from the dead snake and boil it..."

"You lied to me!" Christo interrupted in disbelief.

Malfoy shrugged, pointing to a plate of things covered by a white cloth in the corner where Christo usually stayed: "It's all there, great Miss McMillan, take care of yourself."

Chris moved over step by step, and she seemed to be able to smell the faint stench in the air.Malfoy must be trying to make a fool of her, he is deceiving her, he is deceiving her... The trembling wand raised a corner of the white cloth, Christo immediately retracted the wand, and for a short moment, she was absolutely right , It's a snake!

Merlin's socks, if I knew it, I wouldn't have given Professor Snape shampoo, not even a drop!Christo regretted so much that her intestines were green.

"Tsk, at least ten bottles of courage potion..." Malfoy stepped forward intently, as if it was the first time he saw the coiled snake.

"I didn't bring it!" Christo said weakly as she stood there slumped.

Malfoy glanced at her and said loudly, "So, Miss McMillan from Gryffindor—are you going to run away in fright?" There was a strong hint of sarcasm in his voice. Christo was extremely upset.

"Don't worry, Mr. Malfoy, I advise you to take good care of your cauldron."

"Ah——" Malfoy exclaimed proudly, "I won't be so scared by it." He lowered his eyelids, and his light gray eyes were full of complacency, which in Crystal's eyes was naked provocation.She collected her thoughts and told herself that this was just a little trick of the Weasley brothers, as long as she screamed, those snakes would turn into green smoke at any moment.Thinking of this, she lifted the white cloth with a swish, and placed five dead snakes on the plate. Their limp bodies had a strange luster, triangular heads, and thin tails. All the unpleasant feelings instantly eroded Ke. Lisdo's facial features.

"Ugh!" She threw herself to the pool and retched loudly, her whole body trembling like a sieve.

Malfoy looked over from time to time, and for a long time, he said in a dry voice: "Are you—are you okay?" He wasn't sure what to do now, the girl who had just died bravely looked like a As weak and helpless as a drowning cat.He suddenly remembered that night, those sapphire eyes and slightly raised chin facing him, how she walked through the dark corridors of Slytherin after he left, past the paintings of snakes Did the portraits, those delicate serpentine patterns on the handrail of the stairs make her sob like that morning, did the coiled snake sculptures on the arch make her shudder like this time...

He didn't know what happened in the past, but now he vaguely felt that he seemed to have done something that was very out of aristocratic style.

Christo had gradually regained her strength, her face was pale, but she turned her head and stared at Malfoy stubbornly: "Put your pity away, I don't need a Slytherin's sympathy."

Malfoy snorted, and he showed a habitual mocking expression: "Good luck, McMillan." He stared at his cauldron, as if the potion inside was about to explode at any moment.He actually sympathized with a Gryffindor?He must have had too much fun at Christmas to be a bit dull?McMillan is not a weak cat. She has always been a tiger. Fortunately, he was ashamed of his repentance at that time. It seems that he shouldn't. Listen, I don't need a Slytherin's sympathy, McMillan , how lofty...

There were no more voices in the empty laboratory, and Christophe's suppressed sobbing sounded very clearly, but Malfoy never turned his head to look - that was a Gryffindor, the enemy of Slytherin , he said to himself.

I don't know when, the low sobbing sound also disappeared.When Malfoy was fetching the medicinal materials, he glanced at her, and found that she was standing on a stool, dissecting a dead snake, her face was pale, sweat was all over her forehead to chin, and her thick eyelashes were trembling unnaturally.She rolled up her sleeves, and the gloves were covered with snake blood, and the crimson balls made him a little nauseous.Although she acted calmly, Malfoy could still feel the trembling in her limbs, reminding him of those delicate flowers in his own garden, the petals of which trembled when the wind blew.For a moment, he almost rushed forward, trying to snatch the knife from Christo's hand...

He was frightened by his own thoughts, and hurriedly took the right amount of medicine and returned to his laboratory bench.

The clock on the wall seemed to be running very slowly tonight, and Malfoy had to look up every few minutes, and at this time he could take the opportunity to glance around the corner generously.Until he saw Christo take out the gallbladder of the five snakes, he breathed a sigh of relief for her without realizing it.

He pricked up his ears, and soon heard the sound of the cauldron being placed on the stove, Christo weakly chanted a spell, and he even heard the flames ignited... He could finally refine it with peace of mind His potion is gone...

Bang-wow-dang-dang-a series of noises suddenly sounded, Malfoy frowned, is it destined to be quiet tonight?He added the powder on his own. Now, he needs to stir continuously for 77 rounds, not less than one round.He counted circles a little irritably, and suddenly smelled a burning smell. He didn't dare to be careless, and sniffed carefully, and found that it was not coming from his cauldron.However, the burnt smell became more and more serious, and he couldn't help shouting: "Miss McMillan, I don't think you need me to remind you..." It was too quiet, he suddenly stopped talking, and while stirring, he turned his head——

For a while, all the dislikes were forgotten by him, he threw down the blender, pulled out his wand while running, and said: "A clear spring is like water." A stream of water gushed out, quickly dousing Christo body of flames.Dark green hot bile flowed down from the laboratory bench and landed on the back of Malfoy's hand. He let out a low cry, and quickly washed it away with clean water.He just noticed that Christo's neck was covered with bile, which gradually seeped into the shirt, and the exposed skin was red and swollen. Even so, she didn't even wrinkle her eyebrows, and she fell there as if Totally unconscious.

"Hey! Get up!" Malfoy yelled.He raised his hand at a loss, poked Christo in the face with his wand in shock and fear, and the latter didn't respond at all. He suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem-even his body was on fire and his hair was singed Neither clothes nor clothes could wake her up—

"Professor!" Malfoy ran towards the door like a gust of wind, "Professor!" He panted heavily, and said loudly to the black-haired man who was still grading his homework, "Mike...Mike... "

"Malfoy, where's your calmness? Speak well." Professor Snape raised his head with displeasure.

Malfoy stroked his chest, as if he had been slammed by someone, and spit out three words: "Something went wrong."