On the Feasibility and Accuracy of Professor Cultivation

The next day, when the two girls had breakfast with Harry as usual, Lily sacrificed her secret treasure.

Harry limp but very energetic babbles about his difficult Quidditch practice session

"...It's really not going well. I'm a little worried about Quidditch. If I can't play well, I really don't know what to do." Harry sighed.

Mary had already pretended not to hear, and buried herself in hard work.

Lily listened patiently to him before speaking.

"Well...Actually, I'm hesitating whether to give it to you." Lily hesitated for a while, then continued:

"But if it can really help you, I think it may be necessary."

Lily took out the bottle of golden potion that she had carefully protected from her pocket, and handed it over.

"Hope this brings you luck."

Harry watched her action in great confusion, and his doubts turned to surprise when she thrust the vial in front of his eyes.

"What is this? It looks a bit like some kind of lucky potion. I seem to have seen it in a book."

"Yes, Felicia."

Lily fixed Mary's narrow eyes and continued to explain, "It is indeed a kind of luck potion. Strictly speaking, it can bring you good luck for a certain period of time. However, I found out later that Quidditch cannot With Felicia."

Harry stared at Lily in a daze. He took the small bottle and put it in his hand, rubbing it involuntarily.

……

Felicity Elixir,

My mom gave it to me, she was worried for my safety...

The emotion in my heart suddenly exploded in an instant, and I suppressed it for a long time, but at this moment, I found a weakness, and hot liquid poured into my eyes.

She is my mom, and even though she is a child now, she never forgets to worry about me.

Harry didn't want her to know how he felt. For some unspeakable reason, he tried his best to hold back the tears in his eyes, sucked his nose, and said to Lily, who looked worried, "Thank you, Lily, very much Thank you, I'm really, really happy."

Even if it wasn't the Quidditch she'd hoped for, it would be his solid moral support.

He made up his mind to protect his mother, who doesn't look as tall as him now.

Whatever the reason,

What will be the consequences,

He wants to protect her!

She was his mother, without a doubt.

When Harry was about to leave, he couldn't help turning around around Lily, walking and stopping, turning his head three times a step, and finally made up his mind, ran back and stood in front of Lily.

"Can I give you a hug, Lily."

Harry was a little shy when he made the request, feeling a little embarrassed and afraid of being rejected.

Lily stepped forward and hugged him readily,

"I wish you all the best! I'm so proud of you, Harry."

Harry squeezed her waist, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

"Thank you."

Thank you, Mom.

-

Dumbledore has been really, really busy these days.

He is busy with school affairs, off-campus exchanges, material transportation, personnel transfer, dealing with political officials of the Ministry of Magic, and is also busy constantly looking for clues, some about magical factors, about time, space, and some things that can make them Back to normal stuff.

He really seldom stayed at school recently, and when he came back occasionally, he hurriedly took what he needed and then left in a hurry. He hadn't relaxed for a long time, and stayed in his principal's office to take a good rest for a while.

On this day, he finally completed a stage of work, and he could take a long vacation for himself to relieve boredom and relax his muscles and bones.

When he returned to the principal's office, soon there was a knock on the door.

He was very curious who would come to look for him the first time he came back, after all, there was no major event in school recently.

Dumbledore opened the door to reveal the dark-haired boy.

"Harry?" He raised an eyebrow and let Harry in.

"Do you need me for anything?"

"Of course, a very important thing." Harry pushed his glasses.

"I remember the third sentence, Professor."

Dumbledore's eyes widened, looking very surprised. He stepped forward and lowered his voice, "Are you sure? Harry, do you really remember? That prophecy..."

Harry looked at him firmly and nodded.

"Stars gather here, and time and space are uncertain."

He read it out word by word, this is the first sentence, the one Dumbledore got.

"The kinsmen of the warrior come here, bearing the key of truth."

This is the second sentence, obtained by the black robe professor Snape.

And his, his third sentence, is very important, and he could only remember half of it before again, that prophecy.

"Waiting for maturity, destroying the old and establishing the new, everything will be peaceful in the end."

Break the old and create the new, break the old and create the new?

Dumbledore murmured this sentence repeatedly, and he thought for a long time before looking at the boy again.

"Harry." He called his name.

Dumbledore held his glasses, thoughtfully, "I see, Harry, trust me, I will handle this matter well. We still have a long time to prepare, don't we?"

There are still many, many years to wait for Lily to mature. Although in the long river of time, seven years is not too much, but compared to them who are racing against time, seven years is really too long.

Harry's hands were covered with sweat, he was clenched tightly, unable to let go, his forehead was sweating.

"Professor, Lily is not an 'odd'. "

She was my mother, a fine and brave wizard.

Dumbledore looked down at him through the half-moon glasses, and he smiled, "I know. We're the Odds. "

"We've been through everything. We've been through war and death. Snape and I have traveled with Merlin. Even if you forget a lot of things, you still remember death."

"And Lily is pure like a newborn baby. Harry, I know, we are the "odd numbers". "

Harry stared at him blankly.

Dumbledore came over and patted his head, "Be patient, boy, everything will return to 'normal' eventually. "

"Normal" is the fixed ending,

But how can it be called "normal"?

As if awakened by a slap, Harry's eyes gradually regained clarity. He lowered his head, looked away, and replied in a low voice:

"Yes, indeed."

-

Christmas came within a few days after the Quidditch match. There was continuous snow almost every day these days. Probably because it was surrounded by lakes, Hogwarts became very cold. Even with the Warming Charm, students and professors endured I couldn't help but put on a thicker robe.

Lily actually doesn't like sports very much, so her physical fitness is not very good. She is a little afraid of the cold, so she wrapped herself in a thick robe early.

On the day of the Quidditch match, when she went to cheer on Harry

, when he saw that although he was wearing a thick robe and only a cloak outside, he couldn't help sighing: "Sure enough, I don't mind the cold after exercising regularly."

Not only was Harry not cold at all, but he was also very excited. When he spoke, the hot air from his mouth turned into white mist.

Lily felt even colder when she saw it. She breathed into her palms and rubbed them together.

"I'm sorry I can't be with you, Harry, but I'm going to the audience."

In fact, she didn't want to go at all, it was too cold, she even wanted to sleep in the dormitory, if it wasn't for Harry, he was also a member of the competition.Her flying lessons were good, but she didn't have much interest in such competitions.

Harry took his broom that was said to be flying very fast, and stopped in front of the door of the athletes' lounge to talk to Lily, while the other athletes behind him walked out of the lounge one after another.

Lily asked, "Is it about to start?"

Harry nodded, noticing Lily was rubbing her hands together, "Why aren't you wearing gloves?"

He put the broom aside, took off his thick gloves, held Lily's hand, passed the temperature of his palm to her, and warmed his hand.

Now Harry was still a boy, not yet a man, he held Lily's hand like a brother with a sister, no one would think about it.

Because he had done warm-up exercises, his hands were very warm.

Lily didn't expect it, but was soon immersed in this comfortable temperature.

"so comfortable……"

She felt it, pulled out her hand, and urged Harry, "Hurry up and put on the gloves, don't freeze, you still have to compete."

Harry had no choice but to put on his gloves again, and picked up his broom, "Then I'm leaving, you go back quickly, walk slowly, the floor is very slippery today."

Lily said helplessly, "Got it, Harry daddy."

Harry wanted to poke her in the head, but he held back, it was his mother after all.

"I'm leaving." He waved his hand.

Lily waited until his back disappeared into the athlete's entrance before turning around and leaving.

She has to walk a long way, through long corridors, from one side of Hogwarts to the other to get to the audience stand, Lily doesn't know if she can catch the opening ceremony, Hogwarts Nei couldn't use Apparition, even if she could.

The corridor is very long, occupying about a quarter of Hogwarts, and this side is closer to the Slytherin lounge, that is to say, closer to the cellar.

Lily could go the other way, but she chose this side because she wanted to see if the cellar was still empty today.

The school has a strict rule that all Quidditch game professors must be present to ensure that students can receive assistance as soon as possible when they are in danger.

Snape didn't have any special things to make an excuse not to go recently, and she thought that today he should not be able to find a reason to close his cellar door to her to avoid her.

When Lily reached the intersection where the corridor forked, she didn't rush to the audience stand, but turned to the other side.

She walked down the steps slowly, came to the door of the cellar, raised her hand, and knocked on the door.

"professor?"

There was silence.

She tilted her head.

not there?

Already gone?Lily pushed the door hard, but didn't open it, and she had already left.

Lily left a little disappointed.

Come back after the game is over.

She left in small steps, the sound of her little boots stepping on the floor, da da da.

echoes in dark passages.

After a long time, the wooden door was opened, revealing a dark figure.

Snape has been standing silently behind the door, listening to the movement outside.

The girl was a little happy because of his reaction.

As before, Lily treated him as a friendly friend confidently, not afraid of his coldness at all.

In front of her, he seemed to be just a friend who could be trusted without any scruples.

This kind of relationship is too complicated. If it was in the past, he might be very pleased to associate with her, but the current situation is very strange.

Lily became his student, but he was her professor.

Strangest of all, she was a child.

-

In a corner of the Lily auditorium where there is no wind and snow, Mary is surrounded by things.

She stared at the black-robed wizard who was slowly swaying into the professor's seat, her face puffed up and she looked annoyed.

Mary was terrified. "What's the matter with you, Lily? Why don't you wear gloves."

She left later than Lily, because she didn't need to cheer for anyone, so she slept a little longer. Before she left, she saw that Lily's rabbit gloves were still on the bedside table, and Mary specially brought them here for her.

"I don't want to wear it."

Lily put the rabbit gloves into the bag she carried with her, rubbed her cold hands, and couldn't help but still feel cold. She took advantage of Mary's inattention and stuffed her hands into her arms.

"Let me warm up, I'm so cold!!"

"Oh——" Mary screamed, she was terrified from the cold, "No, no, take it out, take it out!!"

I'm afraid this girl has lost her mind, why would she hurt me even though she has gloves!

How could she have thought that Lily, who seemed very innocent, was full of bad water.

The result of the Quidditch match was very smooth. Harry won the Golden Snitch in a very short time and ended the match on behalf of Gryffindor. Except for Slytherin, all the houses were cheering for him.

Harry must be tired now.

Lily chose not to disturb him. She refused Mary's request to invite her to go back to sleep together and chose to do something she really wanted to do.

She left the auditorium and went straight to the cellar.

There must be someone in the cellar now, and she was paying attention to that annoying professor the whole time. When Harry got the Snitch to calculate the score, he stood up slowly and left.

The steps leading to the cellar were rattled by her steps, the robe she was wearing was blown up, and her long hair was flying like waves.

She ran down the cellar and opened the door in a flash.

"Professor Snape!"

Because of the excessive speed, he couldn't stop his footsteps, and almost bumped into Snape who was standing not far from the door.

"Slowly, Evans."

Snape held her shoulders, and when she stabilized, he took a step back,

"I don't think there should be any work today."

Lily was panting quickly, the distance was not very close, and she ran over in one breath, just because she was worried that this coward would run away again.

She took a deep breath to calm her breathing, brushed the loose hair behind her ears, raised her head, and stared at the professor.

Lily was surprised to find that he had changed into a black trench coat today, and he was also wrapped in a gray and white cashmere scarf, which made him look even taller and more handsome.

Lily paused.

"There really isn't any work."

She reluctantly pretended that she hadn't been avoiding her these days.

"I have some small private matters I want to consult with you, professor, will you answer me?"

She repeatedly rubbed her red hands that were frozen.

Snape's eyes fell on it, he stared there, and slowly opened his mouth

"Tell me, if I can answer."

His hand was in the windbreaker pocket, and he moved.

Lily smiled,

"Quidditch is over, and I'll be home in a few days. Professor, what do you want for Christmas? I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I don't know what you like. I thought maybe you could tell me yourself."

She lowered her hands, hanging by her sides.

Snape looked away.

"I don't need anything."

Lily stepped forward,

"It's not up to you to decide, it's because I want to send it."

She is really domineering.

Snape almost staggered back.

His head was full of the panic that day, he even answered subconsciously,

"...Then you can decide for yourself."

Lily expected his answer, and the professor would definitely answer in this way, he is such a boring person.

"At least you have to tell me what color you like, and I can choose a little more."

He asked for nothing,

"...as long as it's not a bright color."

"..." OK, all right.

Lily is finally ready to start her own show.

"I have one more request, Professor Snape, can you promise me?"

She rubbed her fingers.

Snape still showed the same boring expression, and replied in a low voice: "It's still the same condition, if I can accept..."

"Professor, this request is very simple, you can definitely do it."

Lily ignored his slightly widened eyes, walked up to him, stretched out her hand,

"My hands are so cold, can you warm them up for me?"

Snape: "..."

In fact, he felt that this request was really quite difficult.

Lily looked at him innocently, "Just let me put my hands in your pockets."

Snape: "..."

But he had his own hands in his pockets.

Snape turned sideways, his eyes moved to the fireplace.

Lily got what he meant, and she categorically refused.

"no!"

Snape: "..."

He really can't do it.

Lily felt that if she did nothing, she might never wait for the wizard's reaction.

She stepped forward briskly, and stuffed a hand into his pocket domineeringly.

Snape: "..."

He wasn't wearing gloves, and Lily's hand was directly on his skin.

Snape dared not move.

If you don't speak, you don't say no.

Lily pushes the envelope,

"In that case, let the other hand warm me up too."

She stuffed her other hand into his other pocket.

In this case, she would stick tightly in front of him.Lily was only a little higher than his waist, not reaching his chest.

"Aren't you holding my hand, Professor? It warms you up faster that way."

She appears innocent and innocent.

Snape had nothing to say, how could he react at all.

Maybe even then he didn't have the courage to hold her hand.

He could feel the slender fingers sticking to the back of his hand one by one. Lily didn't lie to him, her hands were frighteningly cold, and even stinging from the cold when they stuck to the back of his hand.

Fortunately, under his temperature, the little hand gradually warmed up.

"...I think it should be fine."

His voice was very deep and hoarse, this time it really rang in her ears... above her head.

"But it's very warm, I want to cover myself for a while longer,"

Not only does she want to cover her hands, but she also wants to do something else.

Lily closed her eyes and hugged him.

Snape's whole body stiffened, he gasped, "Let go, Evans!..."

How could they be so close!

The surging emotions in his chest, and the beating heart, he was really afraid of being known by her!

Lily didn't care about him, she pretended not to hear, and rubbed her head against his warm clothes, there was no smell of potion, but a cold breath, she groaned,

"Professor, you are very kind."

Snape: "..."

Actually, it's not like that,

What a pushy girl.

The author has something to say: Harry: "My mother typed QAQ~ You must not hurt her."

-

Snape: "Let me go."

You will regret this.

I will leave my words here.

-

Will it be too sweet for a Mary Sue?

_(┐「ε:)_

Well, it was originally Mary Sue, and it was originally a professor who prostituted, with no integrity.

Let's continue to imagine how to tease Snape, it's so exciting to see him tangled up!