[HP] Secret Love Diary

In the first half of my first year, my Potions grades were abysmal.I don't even know how I ended up in this situation, logically, with a father who is a senior apothecary, if someone were to tell me that the worst class at Hogwarts in the future would be junior potions , My first reaction must be to beat him to death.

…If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have refused my father when he was pestering me to help him.

I waited cautiously in Professor Slughorn's office, my mind was fully occupied by the report card that was just sent out today: the theoretical test score was E, but the operational part was left with a horrible T.If things go on like this, I may be dismissed by the school before finishing the first year, and I will be honorably the first student in my family to drop out.

That's why I showed up in the dean's office before curfew with a shy face.

We all know how snobbish Slughorn is.The preference of the dean who always smiles at Mimi is actually very simple: a descendant of a big family with a talent for potions.

Hehe, I can't do any of the simple things. If the result of today's conversation is that he doesn't have time to deal with a piece of trash like me, I won't be too surprised.

With a soft bang, the door inside was opened.The dean walked and talked with a smile, "Take care of yourself, that one may make big moves recently."

A tall senior in the robes of the academy followed behind him. I quickly posed to say hello to the two of you. He glanced at me emotionlessly and raised his chin slightly as a return.

"Miss Rose, curfew is 5 minutes away. Is there anything important?" Professor Slughorn sat back on his chair, facing me with a slightly perfunctory smile, which was the same as when he was talking to the senior just now. The smile is far from it.

I secretly shook this thought out of my head. Sometimes, it is not a good thing to have too keen observation skills.

"Professor Slughorn, I would like to speak to you about my Potions grade..."

"Oh, this," he tapped rhythmically and quickly with one hand on the table, "but I don't have much time to tutor you. How about it, Sev, this young lady is in I got lost on the road of potion, can you help her if you have time?"

I looked at the black-haired senior who had been standing aside from just now. He looked very serious, and there were some fine lines between his brows. It could be seen that his displeasure was probably innate, not because of me or Slughorn.

Although the professor used a deliberative tone, I think everyone knows how difficult it is to really refuse his request.The senior obviously knew his temperament well, and after thinking for a while, he nodded at me and signaled: "Severus Snape, seventh grade, every night at seven o'clock, the second empty classroom next to the lounge?"

"Thank you," I was about to introduce myself, but he continued on his own. "By the way, you don't play Quidditch, do you?"

I shook my head, thinking this question was a bit strange.There are very few women in Slytherin's team. If there is a girl playing in the team, I am afraid that everyone in the school will be able to name it.

"It's time, kids." Slughorn clapped his hands, not wanting us to continue the conversation beyond the curfew, so I said good night to them and left the office.

Senior Snape was called again before going out, leaving me alone in the gloomy corridor.Well, I guess I'm the only one here who needs to sleep on time to grow taller.

My roommate, Annabelle, usually fell asleep at this point. I carefully closed the bedroom door, and when I turned around, I saw her lying on the bed very energetic.

"You went to see Slughorn?" She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at me a little bit sharply.

"Yeah." I replied vaguely, turned around and took off my courtyard robe and put on pajamas.

"I asked my dad to write him a letter," Annabelle was still babbling behind her back, "he has no right to do this—to pawn the assignment of two people at the same table in a class at the same time, my dad will let him It changed my grades."

Of course he has the right, and with the fact that Dumbledore doesn't lead the class, our dean is probably the most empowered professor in the school to do so.

In Potions class today, Slughorn handed out our first-semester stage results, just two weeks before the Christmas break.It was a bolt from the blue for some people in the class, like me, or my roommate Annabelle.

She was clearly spoiled by the family, and I didn't think asking the parents to write to the professor would solve anything, but I wisely kept my mouth shut.Annabelle never needs any critical opinion, probably the only thing I can do is stand there when she learns of the bad outcome, pretending to pat her on the shoulder, and then swearing at the goddamn Slug Horn—ah, I really don't understand the education methods of these Slytherin pure-blood nobles. No matter whether they are capable or not, they must first know how to put on a show.

Coming from an ordinary wizarding family, I said it was a lot of pressure.

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For some reason, I didn't want Annabelle to know about my meeting with Snape.It may be caused by a faint competitive mentality. Although I don't know when I actually became competitive, but this is not the point.

I broke up with her with random excuses after dinner, and slipped into the empty potions classroom alone with my schoolbag.It was still early, and I took out my History of Magic paper due tomorrow and started writing.The daily hobby of these professors is probably to torture the students for fun. There are more papers and tests before the Christmas holiday, as if they sincerely don't want us to have a good holiday.

"Your date is wrong," a slightly indifferent voice sounded behind me, and I went back to the previous line, only to realize that I was violent about the goblin I told at the beginning of school.Random dates were written for The Wizarding Wars.I suddenly got dizzy, and cleaned up the parchment that I had smeared messily.

Then, the four inches I wrote so hard were gone...

I wanted to cry but had no tears, so I had to turn to thank the "kind" senior.He seemed to be frowning as usual, and his eyes glanced at the blank kraft paper under my hand, and I seemed to feel his face contorted.

Oh, poor senior, probably my desperate expression frightened him.

I guessed maliciously, with my hands behind my back, intending to roll up the paper that had turned blank again.

"The curse stops immediately." He took out his wand, and whispered a curse at the scroll, "It seems that Professor Slughorn made a mistake in his estimation of you."

"Huh?" I hurriedly opened the paper and looked through it, not paying attention to what he was talking about.My crooked dog crawling characters are back in sight, and I have never felt so kind to them.

"Obviously, you need help not only with Potions, but History of Magic and Basic Charms."

My hands froze, and I slowly raised my head.For the first time, I finally saw a very familiar look in Senior Snape's eyes.

—a look that everyone looks at an idiot with.

If I said that I still had the idea of ​​studying for my senior, Kerry's thesis, then I was completely extinguished by this look.I honestly put away other homework and waited for his orders.

"Professor Slughorn gave me your report card yesterday," Snape pointed at the roll of parchment in his hand. You already know something about this?"

I nodded with a grimace. Just having excellent theoretical grades will not help the average score at all, but I just don't know how to make potions.Add to that the danger of getting blown up standing next to Annabelle every class, and I couldn't concentrate on making medicine at all.

"It's like this, during our tutoring time, if you can produce a work that is better than the potion level submitted in the previous class, Slughorn will recalculate your usual grade according to the ratio of old and new 3:1 ,Understood?"

In other words, my grades can still be saved?I was immediately overwhelmed with emotion: "Thank you, Senior Snape, for taking the time to guide me! I will definitely work hard!"

His expression was a little unnatural: "Then let's start with the scabies potion, one pair every day, and we'll discuss it on weekends."

The policy of adding points is simple to say, but the workload required is enormous.I have to start from the first potion and redo all the potions that I failed. For me, this is basically equivalent to the potion of the whole semester.

Usually, there will be thirty or forty students in a Potions class, and the students can be roughly divided into three types: excellent students, average students, and cauldron killers.More than half of the professor's time is responsible for the prevention and aftermath of the crucible killers, and the other half of the time is allocated to praise and encourage top students.Students like me who are neither top-notch nor crucible-cracking get the least attention, but once the grades come out, we often get the worst marks.

Compared with Slughorn, Senior Snape is not a talkative person, but he is very reliable.He would remind me of the correct way to do every critical step, and then get on with his own.This unsalty tutoring method won my heart. After making a few successful potions, I even began to suspect that the failure in the previous class might be because Slughorn came to me too rarely. up.

The freshness of successfully brewing the potion hadn't lasted for a few days before it was overwhelmed by a more ferocious wave of papers.On the Monday night before Christmas, when Snape came into the classroom, I was still lying on the table and pretending to be dead. He didn't tell me to get up, but just looked at the watch silently: "You still have 5 minutes."

"Senior Snape, are you familiar with spells?"

What I want to ask is of course not this. As expected of a senior who has become a master at Hogwarts, he immediately understood: "Essay or test?"

It sounded like a joke, so I hurriedly took out the references of the Charmology paper: "Professor Flitwick asked us to find out the views put forward by three wizards, but only two wizards discovered the properties of spells. There's another one I can't find anywhere..."

He took the parchment, glanced at it quickly with his downcast eyes, and then returned it to me: "Russell White also filled in the loopholes of the early instant spells when he invented the Gale Curse. The attributes of the spell are not limited to the positive range."

After a long time, I found out that during the seven years of Severus Snape's seven years in the Academy, the most famous thing was his golden report card with all 0s in the main subjects for seven years. As for the flaws in the little flying class, we can be ignored.But how could I have such information at that time, or else I would have the cheek to "borrow" all his notes from the previous few years.

Inspired, I underlined and marked my arguments, and pulled out my Potions notes to begin.

The potion to make today is not difficult. I have done everything from cutting the medicinal materials to boiling it very smoothly. I think the senior is also very satisfied. He didn't give me any instructions this time.

After turning off the heat and bottling, the liquid in the bottle is exactly as described in the notes, showing a beautiful purple color.I was about to ask for credit from my senior, but I found out that my senior was lying next to me and had been sleeping for an unknown amount of time.

As if it was the first time I realized that the Great God was going to sleep too, I breathed a little lighter, and tried to deal with the remaining potion in the crucible as quietly as possible, and then... then I didn't know what to do.

Senior Snape, who was asleep, had a much softer expression on his face, and there were still light lines between his brows.He was probably very tired recently, there were some dark shadows on the pale eye frames, and a few strands of black hair slipped around his tall nose, and he frowned in his sleep.

The obsessive-compulsive disorder suddenly broke out, and I couldn't help itching. By the time I realized what I had done, my paws had already stretched out and brushed away the messy hairs.

Withdrawing my hand abruptly, I glanced at him guilty, but luckily I didn't wake him up, otherwise it would be so embarrassing.

After pretending to write a thesis for a while, I looked at the clock hesitantly—the curfew will be half an hour away, should I sneak away alone, or risk being woken up by the senior?

But having said that, Annabelle is the only person I've ever met who is angry about getting up. If I just slipped away like this, I'll probably be scolded tomorrow...

I made up my mind and stretched out my hand to push the senior's arm: "Senior Snape? It's almost curfew..."

His eyelashes opened immediately, and he looked at me in a daze for a while, and it took half a minute before he straightened up slowly, fully awake.I breathed a sigh of relief, and started packing my schoolbag as if I had just finished making the potion.

The schoolwork of the graduates is already heavy, and it is so troublesome for him to give me voluntary tutoring every night. I think it is necessary for me to express my concern to the seniors: "I know that there are many things in the seventh grade, but you should also pay attention to it." Rest, I will try not to trouble you."

Snape hummed noncommittally: "You go back first, I'll stay here alone for a while."

I wisely didn't speak any more, and walked out lightly with my schoolbag in hand, and looked back again before going out.The senior's black robe almost blended with the surrounding darkness, making him look extraordinarily lonely.

Slytherin's lighting system really needs to be improved, otherwise the students' eyesight will definitely decline.

I was walking in the long corridor, and this very incongruous thought suddenly came to my mind.

The author has something to say: Western universities generally have this kind of tutoring system for classmates, so Snape can get money for after-school tutoring for Ross. Since the professor does not have any extra money channels at this time, of course he has this opportunity to make money. I won't let it go.But Rose didn't know that Snape had the money, and she thought the senior was selfless... This is the difference between a top student and a bad student!