On the Feasibility and Accuracy of Professor Cultivation

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Miss Lily Evans is a pretty girl with beautiful red hair.Although her personality is not as enthusiastic as those particularly popular girls, she is a bit shy and cheerful, but for some reason, she is always not very popular with the friends around her, even her older sister.

She once made a bouquet of budding lilies bloom under the surprised eyes of her parents, and carefully gave the bouquet of flowers to her elder sister Penny. She would be happier if she liked her, and hoped that she would not hate herself. When playing You can bring your own.Lily doesn't care about other children, she only cares about her sister, after all, they are sisters, right?

In fact, maybe only Lily thinks so. For Petunia, Lily's ability is not surprise, but disgust. After cursing loudly: "Freak—" After turning around and leaving mercilessly, Curry seemed to have a premonition that their lives are completely different, even though the two of them are connected by blood and have an unavoidable strong relationship , but they will never be people walking on the same road.

Lily stared at the scattered lilies that fell to the ground after being photographed by her, and said nothing in silence.

The Evans couple looked very sad. They didn't understand why the two girls had come to such a point, and both of them loved their daughter deeply, whether it was Lily or Penny.

"Lily... maybe my sister just can't express..." They tried to comfort their little daughter, although they had nothing to say.

Lily raised her small face, smiled and said, "It's okay, Mom and Dad, I know."

Because of their different beliefs, even if they were two identical Evans, they eventually drifted apart.

Because Petunia is always an ordinary person, and Lily is a wizard.

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"Lily Evans—"

When Professor McGonagall put the dusty, battered, patched hat on Lily's head, Lily was, to be honest, a little disgusted because it looked like it would stain her new hat. Washed hair, but it doesn't matter, more expectations of being assigned to the academy are flooding her heart, and she doesn't take this little dislike at all.

Gryffindor?

or something else?

To be honest, she wanted to go to Gryffindor, the first house she knew about, and his favorite house.

When new students arrive, the wizard who leads their team is none other than Headmaster Dumbledore.When she first saw him, he was wearing long purple wizard robes that fell to the floor, and a pointed hat on his head.He is tall and tall, looks very majestic and inviolable, but has a pair of kind blue eyes.

There are many students in this freshman team, and Dumbledore has to take care of all of them until the little wizards are safely sent to school.When his eyes caught Lily, her heart was raised high, and she looked very nervous. He knew he was not looking at him, but he couldn't help but get excited because she knew him!He was the wizard who came to meet him.

Surprisingly, Dumbledore smiled at her, reassuring her with his palatial voice.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Evans, this will be a very interesting journey, and you will have a very interesting time at Hogwarts for a long time,"

Lily seemed a little happy, he never thought that this gentleman could recognize her and remember her name, so she blurted out: "Sir, do you still remember me?"

She didn't know Dumbledore's name at the time.

The blue eyes behind the half-moon lenses were full of smiles, and he nodded, giving her an affirmative answer, "Of course, Miss Evans, I remember the names of every little wizard."

...Is that so?

She was a little disappointed, but Dumbledore's next words immediately cheered her up again.

He said: "But Miss Evans, I am very impressed with you, after all, you are so different."

Dumbledore paused, and added, "You are brave."

Lily felt like she was going to float up, and her eyes became bright.

She really likes this old wizard, is he a professor at the school?What college would he be from?

Later she learned that his name was Dumbledore, he was a Gryffindor, and he was also the current headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was even recognized as the greatest wizard in the contemporary magic world!

This made Lily firm up her determination to enter Gryffindor.

"It has to be Gryffindor...Gryffindor!" she murmured as she sat in her chair.

Professor McGonagall laughed at the girl's head covering her head, and she said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, Miss Evans."

Lily was taken aback, because when this professor sorted other little wizards before, she stood silently by the side, watching the sorting hat.

Are you overdoing yourself?Lily was a little embarrassed.

"Sorry Professor, I really want to be in Gryffindor."

McGonagall said: "The students in each house of Hogwarts are very good, but they each have their own outstanding characteristics. I believe that no matter which house you enter, you will be able to become an excellent wizard."

Ravenclaw is knowledgeable and wise, Hufflepuff is honest and loyal, Slytherin is good at examining things, and Gryffindor is brave and courageous.

Lily nodded half-understanding, and whispered, "But I still want to go to Gryffindor."

McGonagall smiled and said, "Gryffindor welcomes you, if you wish."

When the Sorting Hat yelled "Gryffindor——", McGonagall said to the ecstatic little girl, "Welcome to Gryffindor, Miss Evans."

Evans was very grateful, "Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

After Evans walked down, the shattered Sorting Hat tutted on his wrinkled mouth and said, "No doubt, isn't it, Minerva?"

Mag withdrew his gaze and said, "Continue with your work, Sorting Hat."

The Sorting Hat snorted twice in dissatisfaction.

-

Lily embraced the warm applause from Gryffindor, and happily sat beside her friend who had already been sorted into Gryffindor House.

They met on the train shortly after they met, a little brown-haired girl named Mary, whose father was a wizard and whose mother was a Muggle—wizards used to refer to ordinary people without magic.

However, Mary told her that this title was not very good, and there were some inexplicable derogations in it. Mary and her father never called her mother that way, they just said that her mother could not use magic.

"You'd better not say that, Lily. Calling someone a Muggle sounds a little hurtful, whether people care or not," Mary told Lily.

Lily liked the little girl, and they got on well so far, and she felt she needed some friends at school, too.

When Lily sat down beside her, Mary smiled and took her hand, "It's a pleasure, you and we are the same, Gryffindor!"

Lily replied with a smile: "You are right, I will work hard to learn magic knowledge, and I also want to become an excellent wizard like Dumbledore."

Mary stared in surprise, and then laughed at her: "Yes, you can only think about it." Dumbledore is so great, how can ordinary people like them surpass him.

Lily: "Huh." She took a piece of cake and started to eat it.

Mary began to look flattering: "It's my fault, I was wrong, how could you just think about it? Sooner or later you will be as great as Dumbledore... No, greater!"

Lily got goosebumps.

Mary giggled beside her.

The two little girls couldn't wait to share their feelings excitedly, tasting all kinds of delicious food that Hogwarts provided for the students.

It's just that during the conversation, Lily felt that there was a gaze staring at her closely. She turned her head vigilantly and found that the gaze was from a very gloomy professor sitting in the professor's seat.

He looked very thin, with black hair, wrapped in a long black robe, and looked like a huge bat.

Far away, Lily couldn't see his face clearly.

She felt a little puzzled, is he looking at her?

But she didn't know the professor.

Lily took a bite of the cookie.

Immediately afterwards, she saw the professor raised his hand and touched his chin thoughtfully.

Lily felt that this action was a bit sissy, and his black hair was a little messy and shoulder-length.

"Is he staring at you, Lily?" Marie next to her asked secretly by her ear.

Lily wanted to ask "Do you feel it too?", but she felt that this might be a bit self-indulgent, maybe she wasn't looking at her, but her eyes fell on this side.

So she shook her head, "I don't know him."

Mary thought for a while, took a sip of pumpkin juice, and told Lily: "I know him, I heard the seniors talk about him on the train, in fact, I also heard my dad say this person, it seems to be called... Severus Snape, the youngest headmaster of Hogwarts, is said to be a potion genius."

"So he's a Potions professor?" Lily asked, "Which college is he the dean of?" Certainly not from Gryffindor, the dean of Gryffindor is Professor McGonagall just now, this her Know.

"Slytherin, look at his gloomy demeanor." Mary trembled,

"We'll know when we go to class, you won't offend him, will you?"

"How is it possible." Lily felt that this idea was too preposterous, "I haven't even seen him before."

"That's right, after all, you are only entering Hogwarts for the first time." Mary shrugged, "Maybe we made a mistake, he might just be in a daze."

"Maybe."

Lily finished her cookie and looked away from the very sullen-looking professor.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry...everyone, I couldn't hold back.

The clutches of Professor Whoring are about to move, so... it was released in advance.

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