[HP] Secret Love Diary

That night, as Snape Apparated with Annabel Ryan, the wind whistled in his ears.

She was bitten by a werewolf. In fact, there were several noble children at the party with their hands and feet tied. After seeing him cast a death curse on the werewolf on the girl, they begged him desperately.

"Sir, help me, help me, please..."

"gentlemen……"

He's not that great, and he doesn't have the ability to fight a bunch of crazy werewolves alone.Even Ryan was rescued by chance by his impromptu return to Malfoy Manor.

Severus Snape was no saint.

He never was.

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I wandered the Muggle streets of London into the afternoon until it was dark before I decided to go to the Ministry of Magic and borrow a fireplace to go home.

When I got home, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, and my father was still making medicine in his studio. Nothing had changed. Probably the only thing that changed was my mood.

"Are you back? How did you play?" Probably hearing the sound of the fireplace, my mother came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, just in time to bump into me with my face covered in ashes.

not good.

By lowering my head and patting the corner of my robe, I avoided her gaze: "I'll go take a shower first, don't wait for me to eat, Mom."

The girl standing in front of the bathroom mirror looked listless, and I tried to make a face.As a result, the facial features twisted together and became even uglier.

How could it be like this?

I will immerse myself in the bathtub, and the words Snape said at noon will come to mind one by one.

At first he mentioned Annabelle: the British Ministry of Magic has no record of her leaving the country, and there is no response to the trace of her wand-because her wand was confiscated on the first day of entering Malfoy Manor.

What did I say?Maybe it's thanks to him for his help or something.

"Is the original promise still valid?" Then he asked.

At that time, I was both happy and surprised that my useless piece of firewood finally came in handy: "As long as I can do it."

But I don't know, I will be beaten to pieces by my own bragging right away.

"I only have one request, and only you can fulfill this request." He looked at me with those deep eyes, and said every word seriously,

"Miss Rose, please stop liking me," he paused, "it's not worth it."

I really can't remember how I responded next, it was very embarrassing anyway.If I had to repeat it now, I might say it better.I would say "It's my own thing to like you, it's none of your business", or "If you don't like it, then don't like it, I don't care about it".

It's a pity that time cannot be turned back, and the facts can only stay at myself who was suddenly stimulated to tears by his words at that time.

Well, actually, I still remember, after all, the answer was only two short sentences, but it seemed that it took a lifetime of effort.

I didn't even dare to look at him again, I turned my head and wiped my face fiercely with the corner of my robe: "Okay."

Afraid that he would say anything more, he immediately added swearingly, "I'm fine, goodbye."

Then I ran off to the Muggle streets.

I blushed under the water, but I just didn't want to come out.

How on earth did he know?Why does he ask me not to like him?What right does he have--

Hell, he does have that right.

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When I finally showed up at the dinner table, sweetly, the two of us were almost done eating.Without saying a word, I pulled up a chair and sat down, staring at them until my dad looked at them embarrassingly.

"Lily, what's wrong?"

"I want to transfer schools."

Not "I want to transfer schools" or "I'm thinking about transferring schools" but "I want to transfer schools".

I don't think I'll be able to suddenly dislike Snape the next time I see him - if there's a like button in my brain, I'd be more than happy to turn it off.

But the problem is, I'm not Merlin, so I can't do it.

"But..." Dad said hesitantly, "The transfer report card requested by Beauxbatons is all O's. Since you didn't intend to transfer, I didn't tell you."

As expected, school scumbags are discriminated against wherever they go.

"Just pretend I didn't say it." I started to eat dinner sullenly, thinking that my future in potions class would be very worrying.

But people like Snape shouldn't give points just because of personal grievances, right?Not to mention writing personal grievances in the comment column of the report card sent to parents, right?

I still don't think about it...

"You haven't been around town since you came back, have you?" Mother tried to get my attention. "There are a lot of young and handsome Muggle boys in town. It's time for you to meet boys your age."

Dad coughed lightly: "I'm done."

"You go up first? I'll talk to your daughter later." She waved her hand, trying to send Dad away first.

Dad coughed again.

My mother looked at me helplessly: "Just put the plate in the sink after you finish eating, good night."

"Good night."

I watched with envy that the two of them went upstairs together, and then I buried my head and began to eat my share of dinner quietly.

The next day, according to my mother's instructions, I put on a sweater, jeans, and a baseball cap and headed out the door.It didn't take long to follow the path to the town.

But it seems that my mother and I have overlooked a problem, that is my French level.

After stopping a few passers-by to strike up a conversation with "How are you?", I finally decided to change my strategy and turn passivity into initiative: I went to a store to practice French with the salesperson! (It seems that the focus is completely biased)

Still thinking about finding a future Muggle husband for Annabelle, I picked a shop with a young handsome guy watching the shop and went in. I didn't pay attention to what this shop was for, and I said to the handsome guy: "You okay?"

Behind the counter, he looked away from the TV: "Hello, #@￥%@...?"

I'm blind……

"Do you speak English?" I asked humiliatedly.

Fortunately, the little handsome guy really knows how to say it, and he smiled understandingly: "What movie do you need?"

Movie?Even if he said it in English, I couldn't understand it.

"Whatever, I'm here for the first time." I replied pretending to be calm.

The little handsome guy looked at me for a while, and then pulled out a few small black boxes from the shelf next to him: "You should like these new Hollywood movies, all of which are dubbed in English. Do you have a projector?"

What the hell is a projector?

I shook my head, and he took out another big guy from the cabinet: "It's enough to connect this to the TV, can you move it?"

He scanned my height with questioning eyes.

To be despised by a Muggle...

"I can't move it," my voice became softer, "I can't even..."

I suspect that the TV set in our house has not been used since it was bought.

"Or I'll help you move back. My name is Pete, and you are?"

"Liliana." I turned him over from the counter, and the handsome little Pete was tall, almost as tall as Snape...Stop!

And just like that, I, Lily Rose, brought home a boy for the first time in 16 years and he was still a muggle ==#

When my mother saw the two of us from a distance in the garden, she went crazy with joy. She first rushed back to the house and shouted "the father of the child", and then dragged the old man who was still wearing a white robe to come out and stand at the door of the house.

"This is Pete, he's here to help me set up the projector." I opened the door and let him in, explaining to my parents in a high voice.

"That's it," my mother smiled, "Come in, Lily hasn't brought anyone back for a long time."

...Mom, don't misunderstand me casually, okay?

Ignoring the difficulty at the beginning, I actually became fascinated by the movie.After watching the few movies Pete gave me, I would often go to his store and bring home the tapes by the dozen.I have to admit that Muggles are really talented in some aspects.No matter how romantic and sad the love story is, they can be condensed into a small video tape, making me, a wizard, cry in front of the TV, as if I want to throw away all the tears Snape brought.

At first, my mother would read me a few words of disapproval when passing by, but when it came to Audrey Hepburn, she turned her back.

"Is she an aristocratic squib who has been reduced to the Muggle world?" My Fair Lady happened to be on TV, and the flower girl played by Hepburn was a blockbuster at the aristocratic party. The rice flower bucket was pushed to the middle of the sofa.

From then on, the number of people crying while staring at the TV became two, and Ross's house was officially declared to be occupied by movies.

When I thought I had read thousands of films and had a great understanding of the world of mortals, school was about to resume.Although I really don't understand the meaning of going back to school 20 days before Christmas, but seeing my father's slightly dark face, I dare not act like a baby to my mother and ask for leave to stay.

A few days ago, the old man who came out of the pharmacy at noon took me seriously to the study room, and began to ask my mother about the recent friendship status.

"Has she seen any man recently?"

I looked at him in bewilderment.

"Is there a man named... Darcy?" He faltered out a name.

Darcy?Darcy!

"It's Mr. Darcy!" I suddenly realized, and immediately restrained myself after seeing the expression on my father's face, "I watched a Muggle movie with my mother, and he was the main character in it."

There is no woman who does not like Mr. Darcy.

This matter has been exposed, but when I watch movies in the future, I will be a little worried, for fear that there will be another perfect male protagonist in the plot, which will hook my mother's soul.

I'm not worried about seeing Snape again now - my little revealed crush is nothing compared to all the Muggle sex I've had.

The author has something to say: Annabelle decided to assist the heroine on the night she was rescued, so she told the professor that the heroine liked him.But at this moment when Lily had just died, the professor didn't have the mood to care about others liking him. He told the hostess that night that he liked Lily, and he also meant to tactfully reject the hostess.Why didn't you speak up that night?Because the hostess was hit hard that day, the professor decided to be "considerate". When he saw that the hostess actually appeared in court to defend him, he was sure that the hostess really seemed to like him.Irrelevant complaints: Furukawa Yuki has a girlfriend, who is a Keio schoolgirl who is three years younger than him, with a height difference of 30cm.. Heartbroken