[HP] Secret Love Diary

"well done."

The familiar bass sounded suddenly from behind, my heart trembled, and the churning stick in my hand slowed down by half a beat.

I screamed that it was not good, because of this half-second pause, the beautiful golden color in the crucible became much dimmer, and turned into a khaki like shit.I lowered my head, not daring to turn around to see the expression of the person behind me.

"Miss Rose, if I remember correctly, how many times is this the first time?" The slightly sarcastic tone was unhurried, with a hint of restrained anger in it.

My head almost touched the surface of the cauldron, and I hummed in shame: "The third time..."

"Huh? Louder, I can't hear you."

"The third time." I gritted my teeth and raised my voice, and the surroundings suddenly became very quiet.

Damn Merlin, this is a public shame play, okay?

"You don't know how close you were to the medical wing just now? If you didn't pay attention to Potions class at all, then don't come to class at all. I hope Miss Rose won't think I'm a Slytherin. Very tolerant."

Professor Severus Snape finished with a cold face, bypassed me and gave the cauldron a fresh clean before leaving.

——Two seconds, if my reaction was a little slower, the potion would indeed be in danger of exploding.

With a bit of fluke mentality, I finally dared to look up at the clock in front of me. There are still 5 minutes before the end of get out of class. Well, it must be impossible to rush to lunch on time.

Depressedly, I started to reprocess the medicinal materials, secretly slandering, Snape, didn't you really do it on purpose?You never interrupt me every time at the most critical moment, how much you want to waste school resources!

Annabelle at the same table nudged me lightly: "Lily, I'm done with the potion, you can take some from me, I think Professor Snape won't mind."

Miss Annabelle, my deskmate and bedmate, is nothing short of an angel, except that her kindness never really works in Potions class—she's been the only one in our dormitory struggling to pass since first grade people.

I shook my head, thinking about how to refuse so as not to make my roommate sad: "Anna, you also know how much Professor Snape hates me. If I don't take it seriously and do a good job, he will probably punish me to do labor service."

She cast a worried look at me: "Lily, what's wrong with you recently, I think you are very strange since the beginning of school."

I curled the corners of my lips stiffly - that's because you only have the same Potions class as me, if you meet Miss Ben in other classes, even if it's the most boring history of magic, you can see a lively bastard Eat Lily Rose to die for.

Gossiping with my roommate, my subordinates cut it quickly and mechanically. To be honest, this potion is actually not difficult to prepare. As long as Snape's circle of influence does not come over, it can be done in minutes with my potion level things.

I, Lily Rose, a fifth year in Slytherin house, the greatest specialty in my life is that I have no specialties. The subject I was best at in school was Potions, I mean, what I used to be the best at.

It's a pity that this year's potions professor has been replaced by Snape, damn it, I really don't know whether I'm happy or depressed about this news.

The senior male god who has been obsessed with him for four years has finally returned to school. This incident alone is worth waking up from my dreams and laughing every night.But the male god started to teach me potions?

Hehe, hehe...don't be kidding.

Sorry, one of my "special shortcomings" is that my brain can't think after seeing the male god. Should I be thankful that I was not yet in love when he taught me potions in the first grade, otherwise my potions grades in the past few years will definitely be worse. Miserable mess.

The bell rang, and the crowd began to leave the classroom one after another. I was soon the last student left in the classroom.Snape was probably doing some aftermath work on sorting out the medicinal materials on the teaching table. Fortunately, he was not available, so I could finish the second potion with peace of mind.

Holding my breath, I bottled the liquid lightly, quickly packed up my things and took the bottle to the front.

"Goodbye, Professor Snape!" He just turned his back to the table, and I felt relieved, trying to get away with it.

"and many more."

I froze all of a sudden.

He turned around and picked mine out from a pile of bottles, looked carefully at the golden liquid inside, then picked up the quill on the table, and wrote an O on the label in a long, thin font.

"why?"

"Huh?" I couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and my eyes stayed on his hands to try to figure out his thoughts.

"Look at me, you are clearly capable of doing well, and you are number one on the list of outstanding students that Professor Slughorn gave me before he left."

I raised my head reluctantly, and immediately fell into his deep black eyes and couldn't help myself.

Damn it, when will I be able to get rid of my nympho in different occasions.

"I... I... get easily frightened." After my brain froze for a long time, I finally came up with an answer.

As long as you start, the lie that came down will be rounded up: "Every time you make a sudden noise when I am making potions, I will not be able to control the strength of my subordinates. Although I also know that as a Slytherin, I should be calm and restrained, but I've tried many methods myself, but I can't get rid of it."

This self-blaming method has always been very effective for professors, but judging from his frowning, this time's panic seems a bit unsuccessful.

"That's how you plan to prepare for OWLs? They don't give you a second chance when it comes to testing."

"Uh..." I hesitated, thinking about OWLs next semester, isn't it a bit early?

"Well, you come to my office at seven o'clock every Friday night, and you can leave."

His response was not what I expected, but this time I was quick to bow and thank him.

"You're not on the Quidditch team?" he added, after a moment's thought.

I shook my head, suddenly feeling strangely familiar to the whole conversation, as if he had said that to me a long time ago.

Wait, he did ask me the same thing, but that was four years ago.In other words, he really doesn't remember me at all?Also, how could Slytherin remember someone who was useless to him.

Frustrated by my discovery, I decided I wasn't in the right mood for lunch, and after saying goodbye to Snape, I floated back to my bedroom through the hallway, intending to sit on the toilet and cry secretly like Myrtle... Oh no, I mean pull out the crush diary that was under the pillow and make another note.

After-school tutoring is not labor service, is it?I should have fun and pretend it was my weekly secret date with him or something.

Oh, come on Lily Rose, you really don't know how to write shame, you can't do anything other than be crazy.

I regretted my useless behavior for three seconds, maybe in order to get rid of Snape's influence, I should also try to find a boyfriend or something...

But in this world, besides my father, is there really any man who can compare with Severus Snape?

I strongly doubt it.

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