[HP] Secret Love Diary

What could be more tragic than a bunch of paper deadlines before the Christmas break?Come on, let me tell you in minutes!It must have been the day before the holiday when I received a letter from my parents saying that they went on their honeymoon suddenly!

The Slytherin breakfast table was harmonious, and the normally gloomy atmosphere was also enveloped in a warm Christmas atmosphere.Senior Snape was still on the other side of the long table with a straight face - well, I didn't expect to see any expression on his face other than facial paralysis.

"Lily, when are you going to the station?" Annabelle excitedly swayed the pumpkin juice, which was in sharp contrast to me who was sluggish after staying up all night to catch up on my paper for a week.

"I'm not going," I said gloomily. "Slughorn said I failed potions in class, and I'll have to stay and do it again during the holidays."

"Really?" Her smile froze suddenly, "Don't fool me, I also got a T last time."

"It's just because of you," I said in a better mood, "My parents are not at home because of something, so they decided to let me stay."

"Oh, that's really unfortunate," Annabelle was visibly relieved, and then consoled me hypocritically, "If I can remember, I will send you my mother's special Christmas pudding."

Judging from the way she fried the crucible neatly every time, I don't have much hope for her mother's cooking skills.

Dumbledore is obviously very experienced in dealing with such emergencies. He put his mother's note in the drawer and shook his big white beard at me: "Miss Rose, please enjoy your first time at Hogwarts." Christmas, don't forget to come to the Christmas Eve luncheon."

Looking at the principal's kind eyes, I suddenly couldn't bear to express the confusion that had been lingering in my heart for a long time-will the school food become better during Christmas?

After studying hard for two full weeks, I couldn't quite adapt to the suddenly relaxed life.On the one hand, my body was too lazy. After sleeping in the dark all day to catch up on sleep, I was so hungry that I didn't even have the strength to go to the auditorium for dinner.He snapped his fingers to summon the school elf, and the hot dinner was delivered to the dormitory immediately.

After winter, the weather is getting colder and colder, especially in the cellar dormitory.It snowed heavily at Hogwarts last night. When I woke up, I was so cold that I couldn't even feel my toes.

Trembling and putting on my woolen cloak, I decided to go to the lounge to have dinner, cursing the unreliable sorting hat a few months ago in my heart - it is said that the Gryffindor fireplace is extremely warm, not like Slytherin , even the fire in the common room looked sinister.

After being assigned to the Sri Lankan Academy, I didn't think there was anything wrong—anyway, it was not a mess where I was, but my father was very happy.He who wasn't a chatterbox actually wrote a five-page letter home, and the package also included various notes from his research on Potions.I stared at the notebook, which seemed like a bible to me, for a long time, and even summoned Annabelle, who was sleeping with me, to help. The two of them stared at the densely packed small English characters and couldn’t understand anything. I knew every word when I took it apart. , but why can't I understand it when they are combined together.

As it turned out, my father's notes didn't help me at all in Potions class later on, the theory of bloodlines is shit, I don't understand why there are still so many fanatical followers.

In a way, my revolutionary friendship with Annabelle was formed through Potions class.Originally, she was usually such a proud little girl, but once she entered the Potions class, her IQ was lower than mine...

I turned a corner with the tray in my hand, intending to sit down on the armchair in front of the fireplace.When I walked in and found that someone was already sitting in one of the chairs, I couldn't help but secretly wondered - I thought I would be the only student in Slytherin who decided to stay.

It was Senior Snape, who was wearing a plush sweater and holding "Advanced Potions" in his hands. He was so focused that he didn't even notice my approach.

"Hello, Senior Snape." He looked up, and I held out the plate on my hand, "Would you like some sandwiches?"

The house-elves are so down to earth, the diced sandwiches fill the platter to the brim.Even if I feel so hungry that I could swallow a cow now, I still can't finish this amount of food, and besides, I have to pay attention to the legendary ladylike demeanor in front of my seniors.

Oh, bloody Slytherin.

Snape didn't refuse me, and took a sandwich with his free hand: "Thank you."

His face grew pale against the green fire, and I guess he didn't go to dinner either.She simply sat beside him and shared the dinner plate with him on the round table between the two chairs.

"You're not going back during Christmas vacation." I casually raised my head, intending to ease the atmosphere.

"There is no one at home." He flipped a page of the book and answered coldly.

"Me too. My parents went on vacation and decided to throw me out of school. I didn't expect the senior's parents to be so irresponsible." I laughed, picked up the Daily Prophet by the fireplace and started reading.

"They're gone."

Hmm... huh?

I was so stupid that I wanted to bite my tongue off, I faltered and didn't know how to proceed.Comfort him, he doesn't look like he's emotional, but that's always been the case with Senior Snape.

"Sorry, I don't know..." I peeked aside through the gap in the newspaper, the sandwich seemed to suit his appetite, and he reached out and took another one.

"Is the potion finished?" He didn't intend to continue the topic, but poked at my weakness.

"There are more than a dozen more." I explained honestly.

Once Snape mentioned the topic of study, he immediately became more like a professor than Slughorn, which is a lore for someone like me who is naturally afraid of teachers.

"I have time to do a few more sets these days. From January onwards, I may not have time to tutor you every day."

I obediently complied, and couldn't find anything else to talk about.After eating a few sandwiches, the drowsiness hit again, and my head bit by bit, and I fell asleep on the chair in a daze.

When I woke up again, it was almost early morning, and the fire was burning hotter than before.It was only when I stretched that I realized that the cloak that had been put on the back of the chair had been covered over me at some point, and Snape was no longer there.

I squeezed the cloak and was completely moved: the senior is really a kind and kind person, some mothers don't even kiss him!

Out of the mentality of repaying my senior, I went back to the dormitory and found the potion notes at the bottom of the box, and I had a hunch that he might like it.I even wrapped the gifts for others, wrote greeting cards one by one, and told my owl to start distributing the gifts now.

After I was done with everything, I was still not very sleepy, but I decided to go to bed and squat for a while, so that I could enjoy the surprise of suddenly finding a Christmas present in the morning.

——*——*——*——

The next morning, the bedside cabinet was indeed filled with all kinds of boxes.Most of it was occupied by a pudding box, and my first reaction was that I had prepared a gift for Annabelle.

She tasted the pudding that was said to be her mother's unique secret recipe, and it didn't taste too bad. This proved once again how unreliable genetics is, or that culinary science has nothing to do with potion science.

My mother gave me a blue floor-length dress, which fits perfectly with her usual aesthetic, but I probably won't be able to wear it until summer.The note in the package was evasive and did not mention how she abandoned me: My dear Liliana, Merry Christmas, although you have begun to live independently, you will always be a little girl in the hearts of your parents.

Liliana - I stared at the note for a while, no one had called me that in half a year.Ever since I found out my roommate's name was Annabelle, I insisted on being called "Lily" from day one.At first, it was just an awkward mentality, but later I got used to it, and even the signature of the Christmas gift I gave was changed to Lily.

My father gave me a complete book of rare potions, but I still couldn't understand the rhythm after flipping through it. I think this book can be directly used to bribe Professor Slughorn.

The remaining gifts come from various relatives: grandma sent a book of cooking magic, and my aunt sent a hundred questions about beauty magic... How can I tell them that I don't really like reading that much.

After unwrapping the presents, it was not long before the feast.I put on a warm sweater, got out of the cellar, and headed for the auditorium.

Due to the small number of people staying at the school, students and professors from various colleges gathered at a long table during lunch.Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick were already seated, and they were having a lively chat with Professor McGonagall.I glanced at the people in the table, there were a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, and a group of Gryffindors sat on the other side, and myself and Snape were indeed the only ones left by Slytherin student.

Senior Snape also arrived, and there were still a few empty seats on both sides of him, and it looked extremely awkward for a person in the middle of the long table.I guess it was probably because he came too early, miscalculated the number of people, and it is difficult to move now.

I decided to sit next to him with empathy. After everyone exchanged blessings, rich food appeared on the table immediately.

Please allow me to take back my inner complaints about food. The Christmas dinner at Hogwarts is simply too rich.There were only thirty people in total, and there were at least fifty roast turkeys on the table. Even if it was a holiday, the school elves couldn't feed us like pigs.

But after seeing the eating scene of Gryffindor on the opposite side, I realized that it is not completely impossible for thirty people to solve fifty chickens—all the boys left in the Lion Court, each of them forked a chicken with a knife The fork is cutting, the speed is fast, as if you have never eaten in this life...

I suddenly understood why Slytherin always had a look of disdain when he mentioned Gryffindor.

The three colleges at the long table on this side are obviously very used to their behavior, and they are not affected at all, so I also started to learn to eat calmly.Senior Snape was not interested in the magic firecrackers on the table. Although people from other colleges had already started to play vigorously, I couldn't help but take two or three——the rules didn't say that students from this college Can't play with firecrackers.

I opened a pointed paper hat, and there was a bottle of hair dye in the second firecracker, but at the same time I was suffocated by the blue smoke that came with the firecracker.After coughing a few times, I finally gave up my plan to continue playing.

And Senior Snape ate slowly at the side all the time, sipping wine from time to time-a special treatment for the seventh graders at the table.I looked at his wine glass with some envy, and then came back to take a big sip of the strange-tasting pumpkin juice, sighing silently in my heart.

The consequence of eating too much for lunch is that I am choked and unable to maintain a still position in the afternoon.I took the potion note and planned to study hard and work hard.

It doesn't surprise me that Severus Scholar Snape is already in the empty classroom.If there was a fire at Hogwarts one day, he would probably bring out those precious books.

He seemed to be in a good mood. The crucible in front of him was being preheated by the flames, and the processed materials were piled up in a small pile beside him: "You have made some progress recently, but it is not enough. I hope you can start from watching my pharmaceutical process." Learn something in middle school."

I've never seen him make potions, but he must be very good at it, otherwise Professor Slughorn wouldn't have trusted him to guide a poor student like me.

Snape was quick, but I had the feeling he'd probably slowed down for me to see.He put his whole body into the process, and the cauldron in his hand almost became a part of his body.

Until the potion was ready, I was still immersed in the perfect operation I just saw and couldn't extricate myself.

"Potion science requires not only standard operating techniques, but also full dedication, so that you can feel the soul of potion. Unfortunately, there are not many people who can do this." He said when bottling Conclusion.

"Can you give me this bottle of potion?" I looked at him with some embarrassment. Putting a bottle of potion made by Senior Snape in the dormitory can definitely be used as motivation for learning.

He wrote "To Miss Ross" on the label with a pen and handed me the bottle: "Merry Christmas."

Is it really good to have improvised potions as Christmas presents, sir?

But he was willing to give me the medicine bottle blessed by top students, which is already very good, "Thank you!", I put the bottle away, and then officially started today's tutoring.

After experiencing the stimulation of watching Snape make potions, my enthusiasm for making potions has greatly improved.After finishing three sets of homework over the limit like chicken blood, my arms were so sore that I couldn't lift them up.

I started to pack my things, and when I saw my potion notes, I suddenly thought: "By the way, did you like my Christmas present?"

That potion notebook, nicknamed "Students Can't Understand", should be very appetizing to him.

"Christmas gift?" Snape, who was reading at the side, looked up and repeated in bewilderment.

"It's just a black notebook wrapped in blue paper... Didn't you receive it?" I gestured, not sure if my owl had gone somewhere to be passive and sabotage.

He stared at me for a while, his relaxed expression gradually disappearing.

"...Lily Rose?"

"Yes?" I answered reflexively, but I don't know why he suddenly called me.

There was another awkward silence, I didn't know which sentence was wrong, and I felt as if I was right in everything.

"I—I like it very much." He didn't look at me again, "You go back."

I left the classroom confused, and didn't understand the reason for Snape's sudden coldness until I lay back on the bed.

Could it be that my owl molested him?

The author has something to say: Tomorrow, I will go to Dunhuang with my father and come back within two days. I will ask for leave——2013/6/14 Snape originally wanted to wake up the heroine, but he was a little embarrassed to see her sleeping soundly, so Throw the hostess in the lounge.So every time the hostess increases her favorability with her seniors, she adds the wrong favorability... The full name is finally revealed: Liliana Rose, because she was upset with her roommate's name, the little girl changed her nickname to Lily is gone.Also because the name Liliana was used in the sorting, it did not attract the attention of Snape or Gryffindor.One more thing, Lily is really a super commonname in the United States, there are five Lily among the more than 200 girls in our school...