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"Miss Granger, if you're still thinking, you should know that your cauldron is about to explode." Snape raised his eyebrows. "Why, did Mr. Longbottom infect you with his dullness?"

Hermione's face turned red, she lowered her head, and looked at the cauldron in front of her in confusion. If it wasn't for... She bit her lip and didn't say a word. She was very worried that if she said something, she would be in his bed. Appears even more stupid.

"Zero points." Snape waved his wand without hesitation and "cleaned" Hermione's cauldron, then snorted coldly, turned his head and turned to the other side.

Hermione pursed her lips. She was a little sad when she heard the whispered conversations of the people around her. It was the first time that the proud little witch was looked at with strange mocking eyes. She bit her lips and tried hard to ignore Despite these malicious eyes, although the war is over and the world is peaceful, the relationship between the colleges has not been united, and Slytherin and Gryffindor still can't understand each other's style.

This class is coming to an end soon, and Hermione has no time to re-brew the potion, but on the other hand, time is running out, which makes Hermione feel lucky—at least she doesn't need to face this kind of irony Look too long, still in front of that person.

"Hand in your homework, and leave." Snape said coldly, "I don't need you to write more papers for the sixth grade class—as long as your potion is successfully brewed, three feet— — This is the penalty for failure."

Hermione didn't say a word. After carefully watching the busy black figure for a while, she made up her mind secretly, and hurried out of the potions classroom. Before she left the cellar, Hermione heard the voice of her old enemy.

"Oh, let me see, Gryffindor's Miss Know-it-all will also get zero points?" Draco Malfoy said sarcastically, "This is really an unexpected surprise!"

Hermione twitched the corners of her lips, and ironically said unwillingly: "At least it's much better than you, the person who always takes second place in the group, don't you think, Malfoy?"

"you--"

"It's just a miss..." When Hermione walked past Malfoy, she suddenly smiled, and looked back at the door of the Potions classroom, "Next time, I won't give you any chance."

She, let alone let that person disappoint her, even though she was indeed distracted today, but seeing his disgusted eyes and mocking smile, Hermione felt even more sad. She was afraid that he would disappoint her because of this, She also didn't want to give up seeing that he had no choice but to give her the highest grade, on top of Malfoy - that was an acknowledgment, even if it was only for the students, but things had to happen step by step, didn't they?

"Miss Granger, what is this? Granger-style resurrection water?" Snape looked at the bottle of potion that was already clear in color, and he admitted that it was strange for a sixth-grade student who brewed resurrection water for the first time. Said, this is already a very good performance, but his personality makes it absolutely impossible for him to admit this, because he believes that this female student can do better, "Three feet, give it to me in next week's class. "

Hermione's eyes were a bit gloomy. She had memorized the entire revival water formula, hoping to make it perfect in today's class, but it was a pity that the slightly pink potion really disappointed her, and even more disappointed But it was his sharp irony, Granger-style resurrection water?It's really bad!

Getting a "P" made her very sad. This was the first time she got a failing grade. Even if it was an A before, it was at least a kind of affirmation, but now this perfect record is also flawed.

"One P, Granger, congratulations on such an excellent result!"

Hermione looked angrily at Malfoy who walked out from her side, glared at him fiercely, turned her head away, bit her lip, and left the cellar without a word.

She would do better, and one day he would be able to admit her.

The library, the dormitory, the hall, Hermione refused all amateur activities, she just wanted to do better, at least in the class of Potions, she must not have any failures, she worked hard for too long to let him Give her an A, but now the A has also become a P, and the little expectation in her heart seems to have become hopeless.

She once fantasized that one day when she finished an assignment, she would be able to see herself on the parchment except for an "A".

When she finished reading a book, she often lost her mind for a long time, and she might relate to him with any of the things in the book. She would wonder if he added clothes when he was cold, and whether he was sick when he was sick. It's not that someone takes care of it, it's just that none of this has anything to do with her.

When she was reunited with her parents and family, she would wonder if he was standing alone by the window at the moment, no one could spend the bleak night with anyone, no one would drive out the cold of the cellar for him.

She started to write a diary, and every day was a day with him, maybe sometimes she just glanced at his figure in a hurry when she was dining in the hall, and she seemed to be able to imagine his day.

Because of missing him, when she sees him, she always can't help chasing his figure, whether she is distracted for a moment or for a long time, when she remembers this figure in her eyes, she can't help but forget the others.

She told herself it wasn't right, but still couldn't resist the urge.Then, from No. 12 in Grimmauld Square, when he saw his lonely figure among a group of Gryffindors, the eyes that followed him involuntarily could no longer leave at this moment.

Hermione never expected that he could look at her like she noticed him, and never expected that her mood could be understood or accepted by him. She just stood silently on the side, looking at him, even though She wants to share his unhappiness, even if she is willing to bear the story of his past.

However, this is still wrong and not allowed.

He is her professor and she is his student.Hermione knew that this kind of bitter and nostalgic gaze could only be slowly hidden in her heart as time passed. Maybe one day, it was so deep that she couldn't even find it herself, so she could let go of this expectation. A hopeless expectation.

Returning to Hogwarts by chance to discuss their common business with Riddle, Yard also stopped by to visit his friend, but when she found Hermione in the library, Yard was puzzled—"You Looks bad, the war is over, we are all safe, why are you getting thinner and haggard? I heard you have been studying so hard lately that you even stayed in the library during the Quidditch match, oh, come on, Hermione , you’re not really a know-it-all, and you don’t need to be omniscient yourself.”

Hermione waved her hand, put down the book in her hand, smiled slightly, and then explained in a bit of embarrassment: "No, it's just that my grades are not good, so I'm in a bad mood."

"Okay, let me hear, what's on your mind that's hard to solve, how about it?" Yard blinked, "Oh, let me guess, could it be a girl's mind? Well, tell me Hermione, do you like Who is it?"

"I, I don't like anyone!" Hermione shook her head in a panic.

This eager to deny expression made Yade confirm his guess even more, "It seems that this person's identity is not easy to accept? Otherwise, you need to be so worried, so worried...then definitely not Ron? Oh, that unlucky boy!"

Hermione felt a little ridiculous about Yard's guess, how could she think of Ron?That is her good friend!

"It's not Ron," Yad tapped his finger on the table before continuing, "Could it be Draco Malfoy?"

"Please don't think about it?" Hermione sighed, patted her friend's hand, picked up the book again, and when she was about to continue reading, she heard Yard say again: "Does Hermione love you?" Fucked a certain professor?"

Hermione felt her heart skip a beat, and the book in her hand fell on the table. She quickly covered the book with her hands to cover up her panic, and said eagerly: "Don't talk nonsense, this kind of thing...how is it possible! "

Even if she wanted to, it was impossible for him to notice her.

Hermione's eyes were a little dim, and she had been watching him secretly for almost six years. From the initial defense and vigilance, to the later attention and doubts, until the worry and tension after learning his identity, brought With different thoughts, she watched him for six years, and his image was deeply imprinted in her heart, but in his eyes, she knew that she was just a Gryffindor student who might be a little clever—even a A best friend of his most hated student, Harry Potter.

The hopeless expectation, the bitter secret love that can only be savored slowly by herself, she has already set the final word for her feelings.Hermione didn't want others to look at everything between her and him with strange eyes, so she could only bury her feelings and carefully experience this fruitless love.

"Could it be that you really like Riddle?" Yard's eyes widened, "Although the relationship between you and Riddle has eased a lot because of our laboratory, but... his other Is the identity part of the Dark Lord's soul? Don't you think, I mean, you don't think it's dangerous? What's more, he's almost 70 years old today!"

Hermione coughed dryly twice, although she didn't understand how Yard would think of Riddle, but it was indeed better than letting Yard guess the real identity of that person, so she quickly waved her hand, "Please Yard, this is all You are just guessing wildly! Don’t even think about it, although Professor Riddle always has a smile on his face, how could I like him with that identity! Besides..."

Besides, in this world, Professor Riddle probably only cares about you, Yard, right?

Wouldn't it be great if that person could care about her a little bit?

Hermione's gaze dimmed. The most frequent sentence that person said to her was probably "five points from Gryffindor", right?He would always address her as "Miss Granger", and it would be nice if he could call her "Hermione", even just once...

Yard put away her previous playful look, and looked at Hermione with some concern. She did fall in love, no, maybe it would be more appropriate to say that she fell in love with someone, this kind of faint sad eyes were full of longing.Hermione likes that person, is it doomed that she can only look from afar?

Not Ron, not a classmate from Hogwarts, not even Riddle. After thinking about it, Yard suddenly thought of something. She widened her eyes and looked at Hermione hesitantly. The corners of her mouth twitched. He said his guess, but in the end, he didn't reveal the answer.

If it's that person, maybe it's better for Hermione to taste all this in silence. If this kind of thinking is known, Hermione doesn't know what kind of situation she will face-even if it's just indifferent now, but still Better than rage?Yard sighed lightly. Compared with that person, she felt that if the object was Riddle, it seemed that it would be easier to solve it!