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Hermione tossed and turned all night, and the next day, she still hadn't decided whether to go to Spider's End or not.Vaguely, Hermione felt that Yard might have guessed something. She didn't know if Yard did this to test her true intentions. If so, was she trying to stop, persuade, or encourage and support?

With dark circles under her eyes, Hermione got up, and after a simple breakfast, she picked up the folder again.Regardless of what Yard is after, maybe she just gave this task to her by accident, but going to him and working with him for a while instead of being a professor and a student, it is indeed a great feeling for her. temptation.Just thinking of being able to see him every day without having to shy away from the probing eyes at school that might come at any time, Hermione wanted to rush to his house immediately.

Mrs. Granger, who went out with her husband early in the morning and came back from an early exercise, saw her daughter packed a big backpack, and immediately asked, "Minn, are you going out today?"

"Oh, yes," Hermione nodded and put on her shoes, "I got a new job when I went to find Yard yesterday."

"Oh, Yard, it's really good that she can stay with ordinary people to work after graduation," Mrs. Granger said cheerfully, "Mien, do you plan to work with Yard after graduation?"

Hermione froze for a moment. For a witch like her, if she wants to take care of her parents, working with Yad is indeed a good way. This is why she immediately agreed when Yad mentioned this matter. , so she nodded, "I hope so, after all, Yard is still working with Professor Riddle, I think this should be a good job." What's more, now that person has also joined such a cooperation.

Mrs. Granger was also very happy. Her daughter obviously took her family's situation into consideration in her future career choice, and they didn't have to worry about alienating their daughter because of her work.

After saying goodbye to her mother, Hermione didn't leave the house. She had already obtained a license to apparate, so she didn't need to waste any more time, so she cast the magic directly and came to a certain industrial city in northern England recorded in the data. Looking at the surrounding environment, Hermione came to an ordinary brick house in Spider's End Lane as shown on the map, and knocked on the door.

When footsteps came from inside the door, Hermione felt her heart beating fast. This was the first time she really came into contact with that person. The place that belonged to him was neither Hogwarts nor the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. It was a place where she could really see him clearly.

Just as Hermione was expecting nervously, the door opened.

"I thought there wouldn't be any Muggles visiting the house," Snape said, glaring at Hermione in Muggle attire - a light-coloured short-sleeved casual shirt, jeans, and espadrilles - Of course Snape couldn't name the clothes except the pair of jeans, but that didn't stop him from resisting the look, "What are you doing here, Miss Granger? Or, how do you know The ones here are not as brainless as they are now to bother me?"

Hermione looked at the man in front of him—he wasn't wearing the usual black robe, although it was still black, but a wizard-style shirt with a slightly open neckline and a pair of black trousers made him less The usual taboo seriousness has a strong attraction.

Like him, even madly in love with him, Hermione was intoxicated by the scene in front of her, she bit her lip after a long time to wake herself up, and quickly explained: "Actually, I didn't know before yesterday , but Yard handed me a new job, which is related to research on the mass production and solidification of potions. Obviously, Professor Snape, you are the executor of this research, aren't you? And I, will As your collaborator - because Yard has to leave the UK tomorrow to visit her family in the US.

As for the Muggle attire you mentioned, I'm sorry, but you can't expect me to walk out of a Muggle neighborhood in wizarding robes. "

Seeing the stubborn and unyielding eyes of the girl in front of him, Snape cursed in a low voice, then turned and walked into his own house, leaving the door open, obviously acquiescing to Hermione's arrival.This made Hermione feel a lot more at ease, and she quickly followed the man in black into the territory that belonged to him.

There is only one oil lamp in the gloomy room, and the bookcase that extends high to the roof fills up this small room, and the arrangement of dark tones makes people feel oppressed and heavy.Although the layout of the room is not very reasonable, but everything is neat and clean, very in line with Snape's style, Hermione nodded, she believed that there must not be a hostess here - not even a temporary one Yes, no woman would like this kind of environment, of course she is an exception now, as long as she can be with him, it will be fine - even if it is a garbage dump, she will not think there is anything wrong.

"If you just want to stay there, Miss Granger," Snape leaned halfway on the desk behind him, staring coldly at the young girl in front of him, "then please leave my house! Immediately!"

Hermione came back to her senses, opened her backpack in a panic, and took out the folder that Yard handed her, "It's like this, I'm talking about cooperation, I've seen Yard's plan, so I I have brought some books on pharmaceuticals, and I think this may help us find a medicinal property that can preserve potions for a long time."

Snape frowned slightly, looking at Hermione who took out books one after another from his schoolbag, with a complicated expression on his face. In fact, he was not that interested in this cooperation, but he really couldn't make a request to Riddle. At the time, he stubbornly said no. Although it had happened for so many years, even though Riddle was now his colleague instead of the Dark Lord, some things accumulated over a long period of time still made him unwilling to violate this meaning.

However, when he really opened the plan made by Yad Zeller, he was attracted by this plan. You must know that the troublesome part of potion is making and storing it. The method can solve this problem, and he will not resist - although that Miss Zeller wants to make some special potions into Muggle medicines for sale, but there is not much difference between the two , which is just like the "same goal" between her and Riddle.

"Professor, I don't know how much you know about ordinary people's pharmaceutical methods," Hermione organized her words, "but I think maybe we need to understand these things from the beginning, after all, I don't know much more about it than you , except for some medicines at home."

Speaking, Hermione took out some simple medicines from the backpack, such as aspirin and other things that are always kept at home, and explained: "Generally speaking, medicines are stored in this way, and of course there are some special medicines for external use. Some things like trauma, although the effects are not as obvious as potions, are indeed very convenient, because they are easy to store and can be mass-produced, so there is no need to consider letting ordinary people learn how to make medicines, as long as the patients can understand when to use them. You can take any medicine."

Snape looked at the medicine Hermione took out, frowned slightly, and said a little bluntly: "You don't need to explain these things to me, I know exactly what they are."

Hermione froze for a moment, and then thought of the location of this house. Obviously, Professor Snape probably knew more about ordinary society than ordinary wizards, so she was silent for a moment before reluctantly said: "So, we are now the beginning Study the knowledge in these books?"

No one can expect that when two workaholics meet together, they will follow some good living habits. Professor Snape is a typical workaholic. When he encounters a problem that interests him, he can work continuously for several days. She only closes her eyes when she is resting, and although Hermione is not so compulsive, she likes to see that person's focused expression, and she doesn't want to disturb her, not to mention her workload is just as heavy, so she doesn't have too much to do. Too much time to worry about other things.

So, after working for two days straight, Hermione's cell phone rang.

Professor Snape, who was disturbed by the phone ringing, growled loudly, "Damn it, why do you, a wizard, still carry such a thing?"

Hermione shrank her shoulders, glanced at the number above, and then had no choice but to argue: "But you can't let my parents learn the contact information of wizards, they are just ordinary people!"

"Fine then!" Snape pointed at the door, "Get out! If you're going to answer the call!"

Hermione shrank her shoulders, walked out the door in a panic, picked up the phone carefully, and comforted her parents, but emphasized that she had a lot of work and couldn't go home for the time being. If she had time, she would try to spare as much time as possible. Calling home, because the people who work together are wizards, and wizards who don't like Muggles very much, so it's better to make as few calls as possible.

There is no phone - of course Hermione will go home sometimes to have a look. After all, apparation is not difficult, and the work becomes very fast. In addition to finding some feasible methods, they sometimes conduct some experiments, but it is a pity So far, the research has not been smooth.

"Professor, let's have dinner!" Hermione walked out of the kitchen, after she brought an induction cooker and ignored Snape's black face, and compulsively switched on electricity in the house, they were finally able to have a hot meal , this feeling like a family - even if it is not real, even if it is only temporary, this kind of thing that may only become a memory in the future makes her very satisfied. After all, there is no nothing between them.

Snape's expression was a bit complicated. Outside of work, he was still not used to people intruding into his space, but in the current situation, he seemed to have no way to refuse. This stubborn little witch, with such a With such an attitude, he stubbornly occupied a corner of the room, fighting against him without showing any weakness.But, why did she insist on doing this?This made Snape deeply puzzled.

He is no longer a spy, and he doesn't need to be trusted or suspected by others. Although he is reluctant, the Merlin Medal does bring him some benefits—at least he doesn't need to be used by others with strange and disgusting words. He stared at him, although he himself didn't mind, but less trouble is always a good thing.It's just that Hermione Granger's attitude towards him seems to be different from those people, and that kind of gaze is not admiration...

Because there was still research to be done, Snape didn't spend more time thinking about such unimportant things, and still maintained his high efficiency, except that Hermione would stare at his three meals a day—— The little witch sometimes forgets when she is busy—his time can be allocated freely.

After Hermione wrote down some useful information, she put down the book, rubbed her sore eyes, raised her head, and looked at the other figure beside the desk. Hermione, who wanted to call him to study this proposal together, , seeing Snape leaning on the seat, sleeping soundly with eyes closed, stopped when he reached the point of his mouth, stood up, walked to his side, and looked at his face quietly.

Although he was asleep, his brows were still slightly wrinkled, showing no sign of loosening.A strand of black hair hung down in front of his eyes, covering his closed eyes, his lips were tightly pursed, and he seemed to be on the battlefield nervously.Hermione reached out and stroked the lock of hair to the side of his ear, staring at the face that was no longer covered in front of her.

With a high nose bridge, pale and sallow complexion, and a thin body under black clothes, how on earth does he support such a complicated identity and a tense life?Hermione couldn't help feeling distressed, she pulled a blanket from the side, and gently covered him - even in summer, his body temperature was still very low, living in a cellar without sunlight all the year round, probably affected his body. The body is also a kind of destruction, right?

Hermione sighed softly, looked at his face, her breathing became slightly rapid, she slowly lowered her body, her face was close to his, her warm lips touched his lips in a panic, Only then did she realize what she had done, and subconsciously wanted to avoid this embarrassing situation, but a pair of vulture's eyes stared at her.

"What do you think you're doing, Miss Granger?" Snape stared at Hermione, his cold expression and gloomy voice exuded his anger at the moment, and even more desperate words came out of his thin lips, "Is this part of your game? Taking care of a poor old man in your opinion?"

"No..." Hermione took a step back, and being stared at by that ruthless gaze, she felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart. Because of her persistence, she subconsciously approached, but she didn't expect that the ending would make her unable to face it.

Snape pointed at the door, "Leave my house, take what's yours, immediately!"

"No games!" Hermione forced herself to calm down, looked at the man in front of her, and insisted: "No games, I just like you, I just love you, isn't that okay? I don't ask you to love me, I I just want to love you, that's all."

Snape smiled sarcastically, and after cleaning up all the messy books with a new one, he waved his wand twice, opened the door, threw all the books in, and folded his arms around the On his chest, he said lightly: "I didn't expect Miss Know-It-All from Gryffindor to have such a hobby. I'm not some damn hero!"

"You never were!" Hermione's eyes were a little hot, "You are narrow-minded and vengeful, and you hate Harry's father just because you hate him! You are partial, no matter how good we do, you only like your Slaters Lin! You are mean, and your words will always make us cry! You like black magic, you like those dangerous items, Merlin knows how many contraband items you have in your collection! You always talk about school rules, but you The one who breaks the most rules! I hate this kind of thing!

But, but, you will protect us, and you will care... You will be unhappy, especially when we make mistakes, and you hate us for putting ourselves in danger, even if your protection will hurt yourself.You said, why do you do so many things that make me hate, but I still like you?Actually, I don't know why I fell in love with you..."

Hermione's tears finally fell down. This period made her feel that there was only hopeless love. At this moment, she finally said it, but the person in front of her still had such a cold expression, unmoved in the slightest.