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With Miss Granger's help, I managed to turn the beetle into a button in Transfiguration class, though it crawled around the table trying to dodge it when I poked it with my wand.High-quality wizards do not necessarily have high-quality offspring. I am the proof of this theory, and I am no longer upset by the failure of the Transfiguration class-at least I am better than Longbottom, I think a little bit unkindly.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is now the favorite course of Gryffindors, especially after being tortured by Lockhart's magic stick for a school year, everyone has been looking forward to Professor Lupine's introduction to us almost since Monday. What a novel practice.

My father doesn't like Professor Lupine. He doesn't really like anyone except my mother and me, but his attitude towards Professor Lupine is even colder than normal. He even told me to leave Professor Lupine at the beginning of school. farther away.

I curiously asked why, and my mother called out softly: "Sev."

I looked at my mother in confusion, and then at my father. My mother reached out and stroked my hair: "Professor Lupine will be a good teacher, and you will learn a lot."

Dad didn't speak again, but he could tell he was a little upset.Later, I overheard Porter and Black talking about their father to Professor Lupine, and I realized that Professor Lupine was also a member of Mr. Potter's small circle, so it's no wonder that Dad didn't like it.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts is not in the usual classroom, it was changed to a teacher's lounge at short notice.The mighty students were crowded in the corridor, everyone was chattering and guessing what kind of monsters they would deal with today, Gryffindor was suddenly silent for a moment, I looked up and saw Dad coming out of the teachers' lounge, wearing his usual black robes , his face was still gloomy.

It might sound like I'm being naive, but I'm really terrified of meeting Dad at Hogwarts outside of the Potions classroom, especially with a bunch of Gryffindors.He didn't come over, just stood there and glanced at me, then turned and walked to the other end.

"Come in, everyone." Professor Lupine stuck his head out of the teachers' lounge in his shabby robes, "Thanks to Professor Snape's help, the arrangement is finally done."

After we filed in, he pointed to the rattling old wardrobe and introduced us to the Boggart.The girls seemed a little scared, but they still lined up in a long line under the guidance of Professor Lupine.

For the first time, I began to think about what I was most afraid of, and found that I had never thought about this issue, but Boggart could see it at a glance. Does it see through the heart of people?Or is our fear actually directly perceivable?While I was thinking about this indiscriminately, the line was shortening a little bit, and there was a burst of joyful laughter in the classroom from time to time, and the fear seemed to be unable to linger here for more than a second.

Infected by this atmosphere, I also walked to the front with a smirk. The strange creature with its tail on fire just now filled the whole classroom with smoke. come.

My mother, Lily Snape, appeared in front of me, and the whole classroom fell silent, not even Professor Lupine spoke.Carrying a small, brightly colored suitcase, she reached out and touched my face with a smile, and I noticed that although she was smiling, her eyes were full of tears.

"My baby, my Alice." She said softly, "Mom is leaving now, you have to be good."

"Where are you going?" I asked her blankly, and when I saw her turn around, I felt a chill in my heart.

"Anywhere." She was still smiling, her fingertips were terribly cold, "Mom is just too tired, Mom has to leave—"

"No, Mom, no—" I completely forgot everything around me, I forgot that I was actually in a small teacher's lounge, and ran towards her tearfully, at that moment I was sure that my mother turned her back There is no turning back when we go, there is no end to the road ahead, and she will leave me and my father to pursue her glory and freedom.

"Funny!"

I was grabbed by the wrist by a person, and I was dragged backward by him and fell down. At the same time, the sound of chanting a spell came from the other side of the classroom, and the explosion caused by the transformation filled my ears.

I slowly realized that I was shaking and crying, and finally the hand covering my eyes was brought, and the whole classroom returned to calm.

"Harry, give her a piece of chocolate." I heard Lupine's voice above my head, and the rustling of the wrapping paper made me raise my eyes, only to realize that he had just grabbed me and covered my eyes The person is Harry Potter.

"Fear cannot be resisted by closing one's senses." Lupine said to us gently, "Of course, Mr. Potter reacted quickly, and Mr. Malfoy reacted quickly to spells, but because of Boggart's attention Still with Miss Snape, so not particularly effective. But I'll add five points each to Gryffindor and Slytherin for your brave attempts to protect your fellow students."

The lesson resumed immediately, with the giant spider in front of Ron Weasley effectively diverting everyone's attention, and Lavender ran back screaming and accidentally fell on his back.I sat down in the corner with the farthest view. The chocolate in my hand had melted a bit, but I didn't want to eat it.

"Are you okay?" Harry Potter has never been far away from me, didn't he realize that his good buddy was almost speechless by the spider?

"Thank you." I thanked him simply.

Draco stood far away by the window, surrounded by Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson.I should also thank him, but he noticed that after I looked at him, he looked away and turned his head to look at the big spider in the middle of the classroom that was constantly slipped by skateboard shoes, with a mocking smile on his face , I don’t know if I’m mocking me for being so embarrassed by a Boggart.

"Eat some more chocolate." Professor Lupine stopped me when the get out of class bell rang, looked at the chocolate I had only half-bitten, and said to me softly, "It will make you feel a lot better."

"You're not going to tell my dad what I saw, are you, Professor?" I asked with my head down, picking at the gold decorations on the chocolate wrappers.

"No," he said. "It's your own business, Miss Snape. But I suggest you talk to Lily, okay? Your mother is one of the nicest people I've ever met."

"Okay." I nodded, knowing I wouldn't do that.

He turned his head and stopped Longbottom again, he didn't let Longbottom face the Boggart just now, I guess he was worried that Longbottom's Boggart was Voldemort, but I think the probability of Longbottom's Boggart is my dad bigger.

"Where are you going?" I had just left the teachers' lounge when Draco's drawn-out tone appeared behind me again.

"Let's go to the library, and then go to have dinner." I lowered my head to pack my schoolbag and answered him without raising my head.

"Okay." He grabbed my wrist, "Let's go."

I was dragged down the stairs by him in a daze, not knowing what he wanted to do again.Did they never realize I wasn't a sack but a girl when Harry Potter grabbed me by the wrist so hard, and now he pulls me like that?

It was the last weekend before Christmas that everyone could go to Hogsmeade. Everyone was so restless that almost everyone was absent-minded in Potions class on Friday—then stared at by my dad's gloomy eyes, he quickly cheered up and went to the cauldron. Throw in a few herbs and stir vigorously.

"Oh, my God, I was wrong..." I heard Lavender Brown scream from the back table, and turned around to see that the potion, which should have been translucent, had turned into a sticky Tan stuck to the bottom of the cauldron, and she looked like she was about to cry, "Professor Snape will fail me!"

Miss Granger turned around and suggested in a friendly way: "It's still too late to dump it and redo it, there's still half of the class time—"

I grabbed a handful of ginger root powder left on my board and threw it into Lavender's cauldron, and a stream of khaki-yellow steam filled the air with the sound of violent boiling.Lavender quickly retreated and hid behind his female companion, the terrified eyes seemed to accuse me of doing bad things.

The smell of this steam is really bad. I was choked up by the pungent smell, and my nose and tears came out. I shook my head and continued to stir counterclockwise.

"The book says that this potion can only stir Miss Snape clockwise." Miss Granger reminded me from the side.

"The book also says ginger root powder has to be put last—potions are not a formal art." I shrugged. "It's fine to make it, I think so."

After the boiling gradually stopped, the potion left in the crucible was clear, with the luster of "slightly metallic under the sun" described in the book.

It's a pity that Miss Brown hadn't had time to show me the warmest smile in the past three years, and my father's cold voice sounded behind me: "Miss Brown, if you can't finish it on your own before get out of class is over (he bit down on this indifferently) four words), I still won’t give you a pass.”

Miss Brown's smile froze on her face, and she even gave me a hard look.

"Alice." When get out of class was over, I lowered my head to pack the cauldron and medicinal materials, and heard my father calling me from the podium.

There were no other students in the classroom, neither Gryffindors nor Slytherins, eager to get back to the common room to embrace the weekend.

"Dad?" I walked up to him and called out to him softly.

"Using the boiling ginger root powder and the high temperature to avoid three redundant links." I heard him say, "I thought of it myself?"

"Yeah." I'm not sure if he's happy or if he thinks I'm messing around, "I just feel—"

"Ginger root powder will be corrosive at high temperature." He stretched out his wand and tapped the robe on my chest, only then did I find that the robe was damaged little by little, and it became tidy again with the shimmering light Nu Xin, "So don't do this in textbooks, show me your hands."

"I didn't touch it, I used a long-handled spoon." Even so, I handed him my hand. My hand was still small, unlike my mother's slender and beautiful fingers. He gently squeezed my hand. palm.

"Good job," he said, "but don't try this alone again."

"Okay." I nodded obediently.

He didn't touch my head, and I wouldn't snuggle into his arms and act like a baby. We didn't have the usual intimacy between father and daughter.He doesn't often keep me after class. Like me, he seldom shows the father-daughter relationship between us at Hogwarts—but some people have natural obstacles to intimacy and are not good at expressing feelings. Not good at expressing love, even if they are full of heart and about to overflow from the eyes, the face is still stiff, even the smile is stingy - this is something I didn't understand until a long time later, and I also understood by the way at that time, love There are many forms of fire, just like not all flames will burn fiercely and burst into light, and some flames will only quietly curl up in a corner and heat silently with dim light.Love is always there, but many times it is discovered too late.

I kind of regret that I chose to go to Hogsmeade this weekend. The atmosphere of Christmas permeates the whole village, as if a wreath can fall out of thin air in the air anytime and anywhere on those giggling heads.Any shop is full, and I think the Shrieking Shack is probably full of carnival ghosts right now—isn't Peter Pettigrew still wanted?Hogwarts blocked all the mouse holes before, why does everyone seem to forget this now?

"Potter wasn't with two of his followers—oh, and you weren't with your little girlfriend either—yes, your little girlfriend isn't old enough for Hogsmeade."

I was about to open the butterbeer with my wand when Draco turned the other way and sneered at the bar door.Harry Potter appeared at the door alone, without Black or Weasley, which was indeed a rare occurrence.

"Ginny isn't my girlfriend," Potter said quietly. "If you keep talking nonsense, Malfoy—"

I was scalded by the glass bottle and shook my hand with a hiss.

"Stupid." Draco pushed me the butterbeer he had opened, and took mine. "How can you still be burned by this thing?"

"Because it's really hot." I happily watched him grin his teeth the moment he grabbed the bottle, and had no time to talk to Harry Potter.

He liked to make jokes about Ginny Weasley a lot lately, and he didn't know what he was thinking.It annoyed her brothers, and I even overheard the twins talking about punishing him with shit one day.

"Home for Christmas?" he asked me lazily.

"Of course." Having said that, I really don't like being brought by my mother to visit Aunt Petunia's house, and I don't like calling that piggy-like creature "cousin".

I took a sip of the butter beer and found that the bottle in my hand was not full: "Give me what you drank?!"

"Forgot," he saw Longbottom talking to Miss Granger again, his eyes narrowed.

"Don't mess with Longbottom." Seeing that he was about to stand up, I grabbed his wrist, "For the sake of Christmas coming soon."

"I'm just going to buy you another bottle of butterbeer." He smiled, looking in a good mood. "I'm fine with you if you want to keep drinking the bottle I've had."

"Go, go quickly, go go." I pushed him, maybe it was too hot here, I felt my face was burning.