[HP] Secret Love Diary

In the unknown weeks of the fifth grade summer vacation, the school owl finally flew to my house with the OWLs report card.

It was eight o'clock in the morning when the owl knocked on the window, and I was drinking milk in the kitchen.Both mother and father are freelancers. Although father's sleep time is always punctual, if he hasn't come down at this time, it proves...

Cough, the two of them are overindulgent again.

However, proper indulgence/excessive sexual desire is good for physical and mental health!I especially welcome their excessive indulgence on the day of the results!Temporarily hiding the report card out of sight, I plan to face the bloody and cruel reality after breakfast.

Hiccupping, I opened the envelope and looked down line by line.He got an O in Potions class, which was actually a subject he had firmly grasped before the exam.What surprised me was History of Magic. Professor Binns gave an E (excellent) for a subject that I thought would fail.It is also written in the comment column: Miss Rose has made great progress in the second semester of the fifth grade. I hope she can maintain this valuable learning spirit next year.

Woo, I must rush to his office to give him a big hug after school starts!No... It seems that Professor Binns, who is a ghost, cannot be hugged.

All other subjects miraculously got E or O, thanks to Merlin, now someone will want me when I drop out of school with OWLs certificate and go out to find a job.

Thanks to Professor Tobbins' message, I have maintained this rare learning state until the end of the sixth grade. In fact, since Annabelle disappeared, I have no other activities to pass the time except falling in love with Ryan.

The school seemed to ignore the vacant beds, and didn't assign me a freshman as a roommate. Fortunately, it didn't.So I accidentally became the only room owner in Slytherin.

I was bored in the dormitory, so I just lay on the bed and wrote letters to Annabelle. Most of the time, the letters were full of rambling thoughts.In the end, he wrote her name neatly on the envelope and let his own owl mail it.

Of course the owl would never know where she was—sometimes the letter would be brought back intact, and sometimes it would be lost altogether.If it tries to play tricks, it will drag its dusty feathers and roll around in its food plate like a baby.

The days are very lonely, and I even feel that I have not spoken for a long time.Of course it wasn't true, after all, Ryan was around all day and tired of me.

But I still feel so lonely.

It seems that since I became conscious, I haven't had much serious communication with others.Parents are always immersed in their own world, so I thoughtfully not to bother them.Then came to Hogwarts, assigned to Slytherin, and made friends with Annabelle.

The trajectory of my life is predetermined, and no one has ever asked me what I was thinking or what I wanted.No one cares, everyone is busy.

***

On the eve of Christmas in the sixth grade, Ryan told me very guiltyly that their family had suddenly arranged an overseas trip, and that the plan to spend Christmas together might have to be postponed until next year.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, I always feel that I have been with him for too long, maybe we both need an intermission.

Falling in a relationship with Ryan was the first serious decision I made on my own, and while I wasn't too passionate about the relationship, I still wanted to make it work.

He is a good boy.

The year of the sixth grade passed so smoothly. It was not until the eve of the start of the seventh grade that I realized an important question related to life:

What am I going to do after graduation?

This is also due to a small conversation that my father occasionally brought up at the dinner table during the summer vacation.

Mr. Rose's expression was rarely serious: "I like to prepare medicines, so I went to a pharmacy as an apprentice without hesitation after graduation. After working hard for a few years, I opened my own business and became an independent pharmacist. Your mother likes Staying at home as a housewife, so she married me at 16 and has taken care of the home ever since. And Liliana, what about you? What do you like?"

I had a knife and fork with a steak in my mouth.When he was called, he looked at him with a stupid face, and was choked by these words for a long time before swallowing.

I do not know.

Even if I can memorize the Slytherin rules backwards, it is obviously useless for choosing a career.

Worst of all, I can't even say what I like... crazy about Snape?That is already a thing of the past.Like Potions?But I didn't have the same enthusiasm for potions as my father or Snape, I just got good grades, and my grades in potions were much better.

Is it possible that I really want to be the team manager for Ryan as Snape said?

Looking at me in a daze, my father thoughtfully said maybe I need more time to think.

When I think about it this way, I think about the start of school.

"Lian, what do you want to do after graduation?"

"The Quidditch Professional Cup! A team has already invited me." Ryan smiled confidently. I looked at him with envy.

"I don't know what I'm going to do..." I hugged him depressedly, buried my head in his shoulder and murmured.

Ryan rubbed my hair with his hands one after another: "You don't need to work, I'll just take care of you."

Am I going to marry this man in front of me?

I woke up suddenly, and angrily pushed him away: "If you want to support me, I will support you!"

"Really?" He suppressed a smile, "I eat a lot, probably not easy to feed, please work hard."

This guy is really getting less and less fun. He used to follow me, but now he talks back to me whenever he finds an opportunity.

I made a fierce expression: "Don't eat too much! If you eat me poor, I will throw you out."

"Then I'll bring my own food, how can I have such a cute little boy." He reluctantly raised his hands in surrender, and grinned at me with a mouthful of white teeth.

It is definitely useless to ask Ryan, he doesn't take his career seriously at all.

Hogwarts arranges career counseling for each seventh-grade student, and the teachers of the school usually act as guides.So the person who guided me was undoubtedly Snape. When I got the formulaic appointment letter written by him, I couldn't help but sigh.

Nie Yuan, Nie Yuan.

I haven't spoken to him alone in a long time, and the last time he caught me outside of class was at the end of fifth grade.But I just have a vague feeling that he will definitely have a solution to this kind of decision that I can't even think about.

With this blind trust in Snape, I was very frank when I entered his office: "Professor Snape, I have no idea about my future career. I can't find what I like , and I don’t have a particularly good field, but I don’t want to waste my life just like this.”

The subtext is that you can figure it out.

He was sitting on his desk, flipping through my thick stack of transcripts: "It's not unusual, many people haven't found their career direction for a long time after graduation, even me."

I secretly looked at him on the sofa, how could I have forgotten that Snape turned from a Death Eater to a teacher... There is no more sudden change than this.

"Your grades in the fifth and sixth grades are enough for you to meet the professional requirements of most of the wizarding world: Gringotts, Ministry of Magic, Curse Breaker, you have far exceeded the entry standards of those professions."

"But I don't want to do this. These are too...ordinary. I have been in the world of ordinary people for 17 years, and I have no plans to continue this state." I said sullenly.

"Ordinary? Miss Rose, I don't think you are living an ordinary life." He raised his head and glanced at me with those sharp eyes.

My face turned red immediately.

He's not talking about me or something about him...Which person didn't make mistakes when he was young, really!

"Back to the topic, you don't want a job that doesn't change, do you? But any job will gradually obliterate people's vigor and ideals." He said to me patiently.

"But if you do things with this kind of mentality from the beginning, there will definitely be no breakthrough, professor." I immediately wanted to refute him, even though I have no experience in this area.

"Oh, I figured it out." He pulled out a profile and handed it to me. "Maybe this job would be a good fit for you."

Severus Snape thought I should be a St Mungo's healer.

But he didn't give me too much explanation, just said that he would write a letter of recommendation.After I get the NEWTs in the summer vacation after graduation, I can go directly to St. Mungo's for a period of time as a trainee.

The therapist has to receive all kinds of patients every day, so the life will not be too monotonous. Is that what he probably meant?

But I also felt that Snape's way of thinking couldn't be so simple. After I wrote a letter to my parents about this career, my father quickly and happily replied with a letter of praise for me.

Meanwhile, my planned visit to Ryan's house, two years in the making, is finally on the agenda for this Christmas break.

The author has something to say: Countdown to the end: Sixth Liliana is an idealist, and the professor's attitude towards career is actually quite indifferent, because his ideals have long been obliterated.Later, when he taught Potter, he had a feeling that he had numb the job.Strictly speaking, he was not a qualified teacher. A real teacher would inspire students to be enthusiastic about a subject, but Snape was more addicted to it.After all, he was not good at sharing his enthusiasm for potions with others.Regarding majors, the senior sister said: first choose what you like, if you don’t like it, choose what you are good at, if you are not good at it, choose something that can make money, if you don’t want to make money, choose Lily Rose who is easy Choose...---Magic Wand Fanwai at about 12:[-] noon~~ Please praise me!