[HP] Secret Love Diary

I have too many doubts in my heart, but I dare not ask any of them, let alone have the qualifications to ask.

Sipping the brandy in small sips, he was actually replaying the mood when he found out that he liked him in the first grade in his heart.

[Students like Snape don't fall in love, and no other girls like him.Even if I have a crush on him, he can only belong to me. This feeling is really great. 】

Only today did I realize that it wasn't that no one loved him, but that all his thoughts were given to one person.

He stood up abruptly: "It's still early, you go upstairs to the bedroom to rest first."

Upstairs bedroom?no no no...

My whole body tensed up: "I'm fine here, you go up, don't worry about me."

Sure enough, he didn't force himself anymore and went directly upstairs.

The re-quiet living room was terribly silent. I wrapped myself in the cloak I grabbed just before leaving, and my eyes were wide open in the darkness, without any sleepiness.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a creaking sound from the stairs, and by the time I realized that I was about to lie flat and close my eyes, it was too late, and Snape, holding an empty wine bottle, appeared in the living room again.

I was trying to figure out how to explain the fact that I wasn't sleepy at all, but it didn't seem necessary - he just ignored me, walked into the kitchen and came out with another bottle of wine.

I laughed at myself, but my eyes still followed his back involuntarily until he disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

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Owls are creatures that don't need to sleep, and presumably have a position detection system comparable to Oro's.My owl delivered the Daily Prophet at seven o'clock in the morning, and the front page of the paper was a kid who hadn't even grown his hair yet.

"Harry Potter, the One-Year-Old Who Defeated You-Know-Who" is sprinkled with ink fireworks on the title, brushing aside the death of his parents, let alone the mayhem of the Death Eaters.

Harry Potter became the greatest wizard of this century after Dumbledore, even though he was only one year old, even though he probably did nothing but cry last night.

But who would care about these things? It has been too long since the wizarding world has had decent good news. The image of a savior can attract everyone's attention.Before long, I guess the topic of gossip at Hogwarts for the next year will be what kind of diaper the Savior wore.

Snape's schedule was obviously only a quarter of an hour behind the owl's. Before I finished reading the front page, he came down fully dressed, and he didn't look like he was hungover at all.

"Can I go back now?" I buried my head in the newspaper ostrichly and didn't look at him.

"Wait a minute," he added after receiving my surprised look, "I wrote to a... friend yesterday. He has a lot of research on werewolves, maybe he can help."

"Thank you." I said dryly.

He went into the kitchen and fiddled for a while, and brought out two bowls of oatmeal: "There's nothing to eat here, you do your work first, and Lupine will arrive at eight o'clock."

I took a bowl of porridge from him, and tried to recall the name that sounded very familiar to me while eating: "Remus Lupine, and your Gryffindor who graduated in the first year? Is he an expert in werewolf research?"

He nodded reluctantly, correcting a point in my words: "He's not an expert, he's a werewolf."

……

It was amazing that Hogwarts survived those seven years safely.

The warm oatmeal allowed my whole body to gradually recover. Instead of thinking about what happened last night, I tried to focus on the upcoming meeting: "Does Principal Dumbledore know?"

"Who do you think persuaded him to go to Hogwarts," he snorted, "every time he transforms, a few Gryffindors will transform into illegal Animagus forms to accompany him on the cusp Call the shed to spend it, maybe you can think about it."

Is Animagus so easy to practice?I laughed twice: "I will try my best."

After breakfast, I volunteered to do the dishes and hid in the kitchen.The Muggle way of washing dishes can always calm people down. I insisted on washing the two bowls repeatedly for almost 10 minutes, and it didn't stop until the doorbell sounded outside.

I straightened my messy robe and walked out as normal as I could. Snape had already started talking to the visitor at the door, and I stood beside him silently, waiting for him to introduce the two people at the door.

Wait - how come there are two?

"Remus Lupine," said the man standing in front of me, reaching out to me first, "and next to me is Sirius Black."

"You haven't told us what you called Remus for so early in the morning." The tall man behind ignored me and challenged Snape directly.

I held Mr. Lupine's hand: "Lily Rose, Hogwarts Slytherin fifth year, nice to meet you."

His face quickly became very strange, and before he could speak, Mr. Black severely interrupted our handshake.

"Lily Rose?" He stared at me, the bloodthirsty look in his eyes made me almost unbearable to back away.

"You deserve the name Lily?"

This sentence slammed into my head so hard that I couldn't react for a long time.

Ears were still ringing, and then Snape might have said something behind, and Mr. Lupine pulled Blake aside, and I was still staring at him.

Many things that I could not understand before, I suddenly understand now.About senior sister Evans' strange attitude towards me, and the gift I gave out at Christmas that year.Senior Snape, who was not happy at first, probably misunderstood.

Everyone knows, but I am the only one who is kept in the dark.

"James and Lily Potter, who passed away yesterday, are our good friends. I'm sorry, Sirius was a little emotional." Lupine shook his palm at me, "Go in?"

Black reluctantly apologized to me under Lupin's persuasion. After the four of us were seated, he pretended to be interested in the books on the wall, stood up and started wandering around the small living room.

"Miss Ross," Lupine said, looking at me mildly, "Snape wrote that you need some advice about werewolves."

"You can only excel in this aspect." Snape snorted beside him.

"I didn't come here to argue," Lupine cut him off.

I gave Snape a hesitant look, but he stopped talking.So I took a deep breath and began to describe Annabelle's situation.

"My friend was bitten by a werewolf last night. She disappeared and I don't know how to find her..."

"Last night? That was the night of the full moon. Do you know where the werewolf bit? He has completely transformed?"

I looked to Snape for help - I don't know anything about the details of last night.

"The werewolf who bit her was a half-full body infected by Fenrir Greyback, the teeth entered the arteries of the body, and one more thing, I'm not sure how likely she was to conceive last night."

The wound in my heart that took so much effort to cover was easily peeled back, I turned my face away: "It's just like what Professor Snape said."

"Half of the chance of being bitten by a half body is to die on the spot, but if she is just missing, there is no need to worry about it. There is a high chance that she will be affected into a half werewolf, and after becoming a werewolf, she will not be able to restore her pure human form The body is gone. Fortunately, half werewolves are not fertile in the state of lycanthropy."

My nervousness gradually calmed down, and then Lupine briefly talked about a few precautions for werewolves during the transformation period, and also talked about the possibility of suppressing the appearance of transformation potions in the future.

"My father is a senior pharmacist, he should be able to help." My eyes shifted to Snape, "And Professor Snape has a very in-depth research on potions."

"If the snotlite really has that ability, he would have figured it out a few years ago." Black, who hadn't spoken for a long time, interjected, "Remus, let's go, people will laugh at you if you stay in a Death Eater's house for too long."

This was obviously another provocation, and Snape raised his eyebrows: "I never invited you. As for Mr. Lupine, thank you for coming, and I look forward to seeing you again alive and well."

"Snape, can't we reconcile? Lily and James are dead. I don't know why you have any reason to hate." Lupine stood up and let out a soft tone helplessly.

"Hate? I don't hate you, I hate myself." It was rare for Snape to speak so calmly, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was guilty of.

"You deserve it," Black sneered, turning the conversation on me. "Miss Rose, I wholeheartedly suggest that you change your name. No Slytherin is worthy of Lily. In the end, you just aren't."

"It's none of her business," Snape pulled me aside, "you don't deserve to run wild in my house."

"Snotling, what right do you have to say that I—"

Before Snape could reach out and throw Black out, Lupine was the first to drag his friend out.

The author has something to say: For the drunken confinement play derived from the previous chapter, please see the Innocent Spoiler ← This is by no means the focus of the nest update!After thinking about it, let’s analyze the psychological activities of the big dog. Lily Evans just died the night before, and a Slytherin student who stayed with the Death Eaters told him "My name is Lily" the next day. The big dog's reaction seems inexplicable to the heroine, but for a big dog who is used to doing whatever he wants, it is actually quite normal.He doesn't need to consider the inner feelings of the heroine, just like he has not considered the feelings of the family, he can think of what to say.Names have special meanings for everyone. When you meet someone with the same name as yourself or someone you are familiar with, your first reaction is to compare this person with the previous one. There will be a sense that he has sullied the name.The big dog has this kind of mentality, and Lupine feels awkward, but his character determines that he will not explain everything to the heroine who doesn't know anything.Before I actually wrote it, I thought this chapter would be the emotional climax of the whole story.Saying this sentence at any other time will seriously hurt the heroine, but in this chapter, after a friend disappears and finds out that the male god likes someone else, Rose, even if someone comes to her and tells her that the earth is about to explode, she will probably only "" "Oh," I said, because I'm already numb, so I used the No.1 title to describe it much more flatly than the previous chapter.Well, to sum it up, I really didn’t intend to black lion courtyard members, QAQ, but I don’t know why every time I write about them, they seem to be black (because they should be black!), fortunately, this article is from the perspective of the snake courtyard Wen, this level of blackness should not be considered a collapse, right?