[HP] Secret Love Diary

After scribbling a page in the diary as if venting, I started rolling around on the four-poster bed with my hot cheeks in my hands, feeling depressed in my heart why Angel’s roommate hadn’t come back yet, and there wasn’t even anything to divert my attention.

Just as I was thinking this way, there was a loud knock at the door, and Annabelle walked in with her neck straight.Her complexion is not very good, although she is neatly dressed, I can still smell a bit of "cleaning up" from it.

"Anna... are you okay?" I watched as she rushed into the bathroom to turn on the faucet and desperately began to rinse her arms with water.

"Lily, you should really regret that you missed today's lunch." She was obviously stimulated a lot, and even her tone became sharp when speaking with outsiders.

I immediately shut up and stuffed the diary back under the pillow.Turning over and getting out of bed, she picked out a nightgown from her closet and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Annabelle took the nightgown and added with a little apology, "Today's lunch, Slytherin and the group of Gryffindors whose brains were eaten by trolls had a quick fight. When they came down to stop them, the two tables were almost destroyed."

My eyes swept over her forearm—the pale skin had a long gash cut by some kind of magic spell, and it looked terrible after being soaked in cold water for a short time.

"You really don't need to go to the medical wing? I'm sure Madame Pomfrey will be happy to give you some medicine."

"The medical wing is now full of Gryffindors, and she doesn't care about me." She was finally in a cheerful mood, "If it weren't for their large number of people, we would have won more excitingly today."

I pouted, turned around and went back to look through the wound medicine that my father brought me in the suitcase.The conflict between these two colleges has been going on since I entered school, and it has intensified a lot in the past few years.Originally, the Gryffindor professors sometimes took care of it, but it is said that after their relatives were injured by Death Eaters, they let the fights between students go.

In fact, there are many Slytherins who even enjoy the hateful eyes that Gryffindors cast on them... Well, I did go to a perverted house (but as long as there is Snape in it, it is enough to cover your face ).

The plot of the old lady broke out. I pressed Annabelle who came back from the bathroom on the bed, picked up the medicine bottle and carefully started to apply the medicine to her. Although this topical medicine is effective, it is not very comfortable to apply on the skin.

She "hissed" in a low voice, and the hand that was still intact was not idle, and pinched my cheek punitively.

"Girl, I think those guys in Gryffindor are going to hate me to death."

"Ok?"

"You know, my mother's sister's brother-in-law is a Death Eater."

In these years, who in the academy has not had any relationship with the Death Eaters?Snape himself was a Death Eater.Thinking of this, I can't help but have a headache.

"Although I don't think they have the brains to figure out the relationship between the in-laws of the pure-blood nobles...But I can't help you if you think so." I shrugged, quickly finished the work in hand, and then put her on my face Slapped the messy paws on it.

"I'm not afraid. Sooner or later, my family will clean up those stupid pigs who tried to hurt me, but what do you do? Your mother has been there for a long time..."

"Need me to make a badge. Is this a sideline slash neutral who was abandoned by the family? I guarantee that the dean will take me to the office and scold me for not boosting morale." I coolly interrupted her about to say Saying, "I know you're a good girl, Anna, it's not that bad, it'll get better."

She didn't answer, pulled down her sleeves, got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to put on makeup.

Yes, it will get better.

I silently repeated it to myself, then took my textbook and went to Herbalism.

The wizarding world has been polluted by mysterious people for nearly ten years. My mother was originally a young lady of a large Slytherin family, but she gradually lost contact with the family after she married her father, who had little power.The mysterious man once wanted to recruit his father because of his talent in medicine. At that time, the power of Death Eaters was not very strong. After his father politely refused, our family moved to a Muggle town in the south of France for safety reasons.

My father wanted me to transfer to Beauxbatons, but Dumbledore tried to persuade him.Since the beginning of the war, Hogwarts has been losing students. The poor headmaster has to pay attention to home visits while fighting the mysterious man. In addition, I don’t want to transfer schools myself, so this matter will not happen later. Let it go.

But as the war intensified, as the only remaining member of my family in the UK, my situation suddenly became worrying.My mother even mentioned several times in her home letter that she wanted to restart her contact with my family to ensure my safety. How could that family have the leisure to take care of a hopeless new force like me?

Slytherins never hang out with useless people, and that doesn't just apply to Snape.

In Herbology class, my old partner Brown was nowhere to be seen, and in fact a lot of Gryffindors weren't there.Leave notes from the medical wing were piled up on the table, Professor Sputrow looked at the only ones left, and sighed faintly: "It's almost autumn, you should straighten the mandrake leaves .”

We immediately made sure she wasn't thinking about class—mandrakes were a junior class, and she sent us this kind of task purely to waste time.

"My parents didn't ask me to come to Hogwarts to clear the grass, and that's how you plan to make us prepare OWLs?" Some Slytherins quit, and Whitehouse stood up.If I remember correctly, the gossip said that his father was involved in the murder of a hemp family just a few days ago.

Also, why are everyone worried about the exam now, one or two are like this...

"Oh, Mr. House, please shut up. If it weren't for you, would this half of the classroom be so empty?" Professor Sputlaw also raised his voice. She must have been one of the people present during the noon riot. I am more and more curious about the intensity of today's intensity, and how much trouble can make the always gentle Spoutlaw lose his temper.

White stopped his mouth resentfully, and then muttered something in a low voice, but no one seemed to want to talk to him-everyone looked extremely tired.

Alas, it really is the adolescent boys and girls who spend all their energy on fighting, so they can only study hard to see the hell.

I groaned, resolutely ignoring the fact that I wouldn't spend my time studying even if I wasn't fighting.

That afternoon was also gloomy, and it rained heavily by dinner time.

After stepping into the auditorium, I realized that the seats in the academy had been adjusted, and Slytherin and Gryffindor had been moved to the two long tables farthest away.I made my way through the chattering crowd to the college table, and immediately saw Annabelle waving at me from where we used to sit.

"What's going on?" I asked in a low voice. Given that the atmosphere on the table was as gloomy as ever, I couldn't even tell whether the air pressure had dropped again or remained the same.

"Dumbledore just said a lot of nonsense," Annabelle cast a contemptuous glance at the teaching staff, "everyone knows how tense the atmosphere is now, and he still wants us to get along with Gryffindor, if he meant Tried to tell a joke, it's not funny."

I laughed a few times with her, then buried my head and started to poke the tasteless fried fish on the plate.The food at Hogwarts is really suitable for the word "outside strong but inside dry". After being amazed by the rich food on the long table on the first day, we never liked these "things" again.Over four years later, I can practically count the recipes for every night.

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Since my mother moved to France, my mood has become more and more comfortable. A few weeks ago, I even had the leisure to quote me a joke I didn’t know where I found it in a letter: “‘British food has the saddest fate, because the British want to kill them. Twice. The first time was to take their lives, and the second time was to take away their smell." Although I didn't go to Hogwarts, I heard from your father that the food there is terrible compared to home It’s clear, Mom is enclosing a love bento with the letter, wishing you success in your studies and peace.”

The bento with the freshness-preserving spell was still delicious after a long journey. Annabelle and I were lying on the observatory that night, and our stomachs would burst from eating.

"It's a good thing I wasn't born in your family, otherwise I would have been fed by your mother so that I wouldn't be able to get married." She hiccupped and her image was completely ruined.

"Do you think I look like I can't get married?" I turned over with difficulty and poked her, but unfortunately I was not a good example.

"almost."

The evening wind at the end of summer was so comfortable that it made me drowsy, and there was Annabelle chattering intermittently in my ears: "Couldn't the mysterious man make trouble earlier, so that now the family is even frightened to talk about marriage, I might as well go back to France with you and find a romantic French guy..."

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Good days always pass too quickly, and the next morning, with a bunch of owl packages bombarded, there was also bad news about Annabelle.

"My father asked me to temporarily suspend my studies." Annabelle opened the letter, and the expression on her face gradually froze.

"Just because of yesterday's riot? Is he too sensitive?" I put down the knife and fork, and took the letter she handed me.

"No, Lily, listen to me," Anna's hands were pressing on mine, trembling and cold at the same time, "he's going to join the Death Eaters."

"Then you..." I suddenly thought of some bad rumors about the children of Death Eaters. For the Death Eaters who joined later, the mysterious man often asked them to send their children to his manor as hostages. Protection", but in fact it is to maintain the loyalty of his men.

"The servants of the Malfoy family will pick me up later." She tried to smile, but failed.

With an unusually calm mind, I pulled her up and walked towards the dormitory.Fortunately, by this time people had already started to leave to go to each classroom, and our departure did not attract much attention.

After returning to the dormitory, Annabelle had completely calmed down. The two of us mechanically packed the necessities into the box, and I also stuffed the first-aid kit in by the way, while telling her which medicines can relieve the pain of piercing bone.

After a while, there was a rhythmic knock on the door: "Excuse me, is Miss Ryan there? I am Dobby, the house elf from Malfoy Manor, and I am here to pick you up by the order of my lord."

"Wait a little longer." Annabelle shouted outside, turned around and gave me a last hug, "Lily, take care of yourself, listen to me, Professor Snape is really not a good candidate for a relationship, you should change quickly A nympho, even a Muggle who doesn't understand anything in the French countryside—"

I looked at her dumbfounded: "How do you know?"

"Silly girl, your newspaper clippings fell out of your schoolbag a few times before I realized why you kept making troubles in Potions class." She hurriedly picked up the suitcase, straightened her appearance in front of the mirror, and opened the door gracefully left.

Leaving me alone in the empty bedroom with red eyes.

The author has something to say: This chapter tells how the heroine abandoned the male god for her friends. = I will slowly write about how the heroine fell in love with Snape later, I am anxious (no one cares about you at all...---Catch bugs, show cover