[HP] Secret Love Diary

After Annabelle left, I stayed alone in the dormitory for a while, and when I finally realized that I had to go to class, it was already too late.

Suddenly, I had a very ominous premonition in my heart, and I looked desperately and slowly at the schedule posted on the wall—Intermediate Potions, Merlin, you are so cruel that you want to torture me to death!

I timidly walked to the door of the classroom, the door was ajar, and the students had obviously started brewing the potion.The dense mist spread out from the crack of the door, collided with the breath of the corridor, and mixed into an even more strange smell.

I stared at the doorknob and hesitated, maybe I should just go back to my dorm and hand Snape a leave note before the next class?But he probably already met me at breakfast, but I don't want to give him the impression that I'm lazy, after all, it's only a few weeks since school starts...

Just running through my head with countless plausible excuses makes me sweat. I'm not good at lying, let alone facing Severus Snape.Well, I have to say, even if I lied to this man, he would probably find out right away.

"Miss Rose, I guess the Potions class is taught inside, not in the corridor outside the door?" In the next second, Snape, who was extremely stressed, opened the door and stared at me with a panicked expression.

Well, take what I said earlier: life can only get worse, especially with Snape around.

I took a deep breath like a sacrifice, looked up, and saw his eyes slowly turn to behind me, and immediately understood the sentence he was about to ask: "Annabel Ryan received an urgent letter from home and asked for leave to go home temporarily. I I was just helping her tidy up."

Then bowed deeply: "Professor Snape, I'm sorry, I will never be late again!"

"I never knew Miss Ross was so helpful." He frowned, then let it go, and let me in sideways, "Find a Gryffindor partner."

Until I found a random seat and put down my schoolbag, I still couldn't believe it: Snape let me go so easily?This unscientific.

Next to the seat was a tall Gryffindor boy who saw me, grunted heavily, and went about his business.I guess that means that neither of us is interested in introducing ourselves, but out of courtesy, I give my name briefly.

"Lily Rose, please advise."

"Lion Howle," he turned around, and added hesitantly, "this class is a palliative, and Professor Snape said that we need to drink up the work of our companions in addition to the one handed in after finishing the class .”

"Nice name.[1]" I scanned the materials on his desk, "Your moonstone dust seems to be a bit too much, I hope the finished product later won't let me sleep through the weekend[2]."

The effect of yesterday's brawl obviously affected Potions class, probably Snape also felt that we had too much energy and needed some medicine to control it.Maybe the whole palliative task was entrusted to Snape by Pomfrey, as far as I know, he has been supplying potions to the medical wing since he was a student.

After I adjusted the ratio of moonstone powder and hellebore, Hauer whispered beside me: "Thank you."

"It's nothing." The kid has probably been giving Slytherin a lot of trouble lately, and my lord forgives him a lot.

"You don't seem to be the same as other Slytherins..." He poured all the ingredients into the cauldron with a bang, I saw the strangely colored flames next to me out of the corner of my eye, and finally decided to move to the other side calmly .

"Why, not all Slytherins have to look fierce, but rather than that—Mr. Hall, you'd better take good care of your cauldron." I snuffed out his desire to continue the conversation, and in fact, I Don't think I'm in the mood to have any conversations right now.

One class passed without incident. Apart from personal preference, I have to say that Ryan Hower is actually a good deskmate. Of course, this is the same as the one who used the cauldron to blow me into the medical wing three times. Annabelle compared.I like her, but definitely not in Potions class.

When I put the bottle on the desk, Snape looked up and glanced at me with emotionless eyes: "Seven o'clock, my office, this time I don't want you to be late for even a second."

I nodded hastily, and then rushed out of the classroom - it turned out that he didn't care about it at all, but he didn't bother to care about me in class because he was waiting for me in the future.

Covering my face, I have to say that my male god is really an extremely arrogant creature.

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Being personally ordered by Snape twice, I naturally didn't dare to be careless about the evening meeting.After dinner, I sat restlessly in the common room writing History of Magic.This weekend happened to be a Quidditch match, Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw, the common room was empty, and I nestled on the sofa, suddenly feeling extremely lonely.

An active brain inevitably thought of Annabelle.After Malfoy Manor was occupied by mysterious people, it became like a Muggle concentration camp in the eyes of the world.Her father wasn't from a particularly powerful family either, and his current status among the Death Eaters probably wouldn't be too high.

The fireplace was crackling beside me, but it didn't bring any warmth. I stared at the shit-like history of magic paper in front of me and sighed, and decided to pack up and go to Snape's appointment.

He only said that he didn't want me to be late, but he didn't say that I couldn't be early—with this rogue mentality, I stood at the door of Snape's office with a quarter of an hour to go.

Inhale, exhale, raise your hand, knock on the door.

...no one answered.

There was a small gap in the door of the office, and it creaked when I pushed it lightly, and it opened a little wider.

Since he's not here, it's better not to go in...

I stared at the pull ring on the door, and felt that I would definitely be fighting the doorman today, and it was such a life-and-death choice every time, ah~ it was so difficult to choose.

Fortunately, Merlin didn't give me time to dwell on it for too long—the flames of the fireplace rose sharply, and Snape, who was wearing a cloak, got out of it, and he noticed me outside the door almost instantly: "Miss Rose ,come in."

I stepped into this office that was relatively familiar to me. Since Professor Slughorn left, Snape moved into the former dean's office to temporarily act as "acting dean".In view of the fact that he is the only professor left in the school who was born in the Lyceum, from the beginning of the school, the school began to circulate how Dumbledore was jealous that Slytherin would have the youngest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts. The official swearing-in date has been repeatedly pushed back.

His black hood hadn't been removed yet, his face was slightly pale against the background of the fire, and he exuded a dangerous aura.I knew immediately where he had just gone.

I glanced at the cauldron on the table beside me: "May I begin, Professor?"

Without waiting for a response, I looked back suspiciously, and saw him staring at me with obscure eyes: "The second drawer, today your task is to make the potion listed on the list."

Then he took off his cloak and went into the back room with a stack of parchment on the table, leaving me and the stuffed frogs on the shelf above the cauldron staring.

I managed to find the list that Snape mentioned on the second drawer. It was actually just a note from the medical wing, and there was a piece of paper under the list, which briefly wrote down some of the uncommon medicinal materials. handling precautions.I have to suspect that he simply wanted to find a skilled laborer.Help me get over my frightening hurdles in making potions?I really overestimated his patience.

With a self-deprecating smile, I took out the medicinal materials and began to cut them. My own potion skills have been taught by him in the first grade, and he taught them very well.But God knows, what I wanted wasn't more potion-making practice, but a chance to spend time with Mr. Snape...

If I continue to be so timid, he will never understand - I can already foresee what will be engraved on my tombstone, Lily Rose, 1965-19XX, dare not to die with the boy I love The coward who confessed to God, his last words: I still like Severus Snape, woo woo woo.

……

"Hold the knife half an inch upwards, and it will be easier to apply force." My spine was numb from the sudden sound. Fortunately, my left hand subconsciously moved to the left, otherwise it would be mine that appeared under the knife. Nail it.

"Okay, professor." I responded in a low voice, trying to make the movements of my hands look more standard.

Snape stood beside me for a while, then sat back at his desk.I heard the rattle of a stack of papers, and then the vellum began to rustle with the quill, and he probably started grading homework.

What will he write in this year's final review?Some teachers always love to be lazy, and attaching a short sentence after the grade column is considered as benevolent, but he should not be that kind of person.

Then what would he write? Miss Rose's level of potion making has improved compared to her first grade, but still needs to work hard?

My brain started to go off-routine, and my hands involuntarily slowed down until the rhythmic rustling stopped and was replaced by a slightly tired male voice.

"Miss Rose, after-school tutoring doesn't include leaving you in a daze."

My cheeks burned instantly, well, if I don't pay attention now, the final comments will probably have "she needs to pay attention when making potions" in small print.

The two hours passed quickly, interrupted by occasional instructions from Snape.This approach does work, and the chances of me making mistakes are much smaller by the end.In fact, I didn't have this kind of problem when I was in the first grade, but gradually I found that I liked him, so I couldn't treat him lightly anymore.

So, nympho is a disease, and it needs to be cured by Snape himself!

Looking at the vials next to the cauldron, I felt very accomplished, and was about to ask him if I could leave, when he came over with his wand in hand, and transferred all the vials into a box.

"Get me to the medical wing before curfew, you can leave now."

I held up the box and thanked him, subconsciously telling myself that I should take advantage of the good atmosphere to say something, but...

"Is there anything else?" He rubbed the space between his brows tiredly, obviously exhausted by everything that happened today.

"Professor Snape, I know it's very abrupt to say that," I bit my lip, and looked up at him with my most sincere eyes, "Can you spare some time to ensure Annabelle's safety as much as possible? Just make sure her basic Just be safe, and I know it's serious over there."

Afraid that he would refuse, I hastily added: "I won't tell anything about you and that lord. In return, I will..."

I was stuck, and only then did I realize that I didn't even have the bargaining chips to make a condition with him.What can I give him?It's probably the only thing I can do not to trouble him in Potions class.

Said as if he would be rare.

Snape obviously also noticed my shortness of breath, and sneered, "Sisterly love, Miss Ross, what will you give me in return? What can you give me? Let me think, is it money or..."

He stopped talking, although there was no need to continue.

I have never felt so embarrassed as I am at this moment, but I have to go on, I have to go on: "I know I have nothing to redeem, but I swear, you can ask me to do anything for you. Within the scope of my ability," I added the last point hesitantly, "as long as my parents are not involved, I can give up my neutral attitude."

To be honest, I am not qualified to negotiate terms with him.What's more, with my uncontrollable liking for him, he usually says that I will agree to any request-it's a good thing he doesn't know, otherwise my current situation will be even more embarrassing.

"it is good."

"Please—" He actually agreed?

I couldn't react for a while, until he took my wrist and used the tip of his staff to lift the hem of the robe covering the forearm.

"Get out your wand."

After I put down the box and pulled out my wand, I still had an unreal dreamy feeling.I just spoke tentatively just now. After all, in this era where everyone only wants to protect themselves, he has no reason to protect a student who has little relationship with him. Even if he is rejected, I will not have any complaints.

"I guess you know how to say the Unbreakable Charm?" Our wands were resting on each other's arms, and Snape looked terribly serious.

"But don't we still need a witness?" I recalled what I had learned in the charm class, and asked in embarrassment.

He looked at me slightly mockingly, and I woke up.That's right, Professor Flitwick did talk about another kind of unbreakable spell - one that doesn't require witnesses, but because it was an ancient spell and there were still many details that were not perfect, he actually planned to accept that spell?

I took a deep breath: "Severus Snape, are you willing to help Annabel Ryan as much as you can when her life is threatened?"

"I am willing."

"In return, I will grant all your requests."

A golden flame burst from the tip of the staff, wrapped around our wrists like manacles, and disappeared.

I put down my wand, and raised the corners of my mouth in self-mocking—I didn't expect that our first and most intimate contact would be this, and it would be the only time.

"You don't have to say the last sentence." Snape frowned, looking at me disapprovingly, "Didn't Flitwick teach you the correct form of swearing?"

This is not a question, but I didn't want to answer him: "You should frown less, so that the lines between the brows won't be too obvious." After I said it, I secretly regretted that I shouldn't have used such intimate words.

His brows became tighter: "Take the box and go to the medical wing now, don't make me say a word."

"Thank you, Professor!" I let go of my heart, gave him a grateful smile, packed up my things and left the office immediately.

Walking back from the hospital wing, my steps were wandering, Anna was no longer the number one thing on my mind, replaced by Snape's strong, slender fingers on my wrist, and the Tongues of fire emerging from the tip of the staff.

Snape and I have an unbreakable spell!

It would have been nice if Ana had been around - since she already knew about my shady plans for the Potions Master, I allowed her to be my first sharing partner.

The author has something to say: I am jet-lagged, and I wake up to type when I can’t fall asleep. Praise me! (Lie flat) [1] Lionhowl, Lion Howl, very much in line with the spirit of Gryffindor House [2] Draught of Peace, a medicine used to calm and relieve irritability and anxiety.If the ingredients are taken in excess, the user falls into a drowsy, sometimes irreversible lethargy.The preparation of this drug was the most difficult and labor-intensive thing.Often appears in OWLs exams.The toppings are moonstone powder and hellebore syrup.Thank you Dudu for your correction. The unbreakable curse requires a witness. This BUG can only be corrected by pulling a bigger BUG. Cover your face.What the professor needs to do here is to help Annabelle within his ability, that is to say, the professor will not take action when there is a high chance of exposing/damaging his own interests.In fact, the incantation is to give Ross a psychological comfort. The persistent Ross made Snape think of someone inside, cough cough