[HP] Secret Love Diary

It is really impossible to verify whether his own owl molested senior Nepe.After Christmas, I didn't even dare to ask - Mr. Snape not only got more serious, but even...even...

"Miss Rose, you have an extra quarter teaspoon of powder."

Just like now, since he took leave, he has changed to call me in this very harsh tone.I don't know why, but when he pronounced his normal surname like this, it sounded awkward no matter how he heard it.

With a conditioned reflex in my back, I carefully pushed back the extra powder, and then turned to say hello to the senior.

He hummed, sat down beside him with a blank face, opened his notebook and began to write.

I continued to brew the potion in embarrassment, and I always felt that the potion notes I gave before were probably slapped on the horse's leg...

Due to the improvement of his pharmaceutical level, the remaining dozens of potions will be successfully completed when there is still a tail left in January.Professor Slughorn's class also started to go smoothly. From a slip of T (failing) last semester, gradually to A (passing), and then to the first O I got today, I almost failed in class. She cried without holding Annabelle.

It wasn't until this point that I realized that I hadn't reported the good news to Snape: "I got my first O in Potions class today."

I was vaguely looking forward to the coming affirmation. Although he didn't hit me with a poisonous tongue in the past two months, there was no praise.To me, a compliment from Snape is worth far more than an O from Professor Slughorn.

"In other words, our tutoring can end?"

"Probably..." But that's not the point I want to say.

"understood."

...I shouldn't have expected anything nice to come out of him in the first place.

I was a bit lost and didn't know what to take, so I simply kept my mouth shut, and the two of them finished the last dose of medicine in silence.

While I was packing the cauldron, Senior Snape reached out to hold the finished glass bottle on the table, wrote something on it with a pen, put it back, and then left without hesitation.

With a feeling of grievance, I held my breath to get the vial, but when I saw the letters on the label, I was stunned again, and then I was overwhelmed by ecstasy.

——There is an O written on it in a neat font.

I held the bottle and laughed like a lunatic for a while, thinking that Snape was probably the most arrogant senior in the whole school, so I didn't run away.

The next day, when I went to that abandoned classroom again, he was no longer there.It was not until 07:30 that I clearly realized for the first time that my tutoring with him had officially ended yesterday.

I thought this day would come later.

Returning to the dormitory in a daze, Annabelle raised an eyebrow at me on the sofa chair in the public lounge: "Why, was the boyfriend put pigeons on you?"

I replied listlessly: "I wish I had a boyfriend."

"Stop pretending to me, Lily, do you think I don't know that you've been going on a date every night for the past two months." She said full of ambition.

I choked, but I still didn't want to tell her about the tutoring - I kept it a secret for two months, and if I told her now, she would probably be even more angry. This kind of result was not what I wanted.

Suddenly, I had an idea, and I became even more depressed: "It's divided."

Seeing the fire of gossip instantly ignited in my roommate's eyes, I decided to add another sentence coyly: "He thinks I'm short and chesty, so it's uncomfortable to hold me."

Bless Merlin, a good man like Senior Snape won't mind if I use him as a small shield...

"Small breasts?" Annabelle was inexplicably angry, "Do men nowadays understand the connotation! Lily, don't be sad, sister will introduce you better next time."

Oh, I forgot the fact that her breasts were half a cup smaller than mine.The development of the matter to this point was really beyond my expectation, but the play had to continue, so I squeezed out two tears: "Anna, thank you, but I can't forget him... woo woo woo."

After finally dispelling her idea of ​​giving me a "blind date", I turned around and continued to walk slowly towards the dormitory, but I didn't know that the improvised lie that I made up at night became my nightmare in the second half of the first grade.

Annabelle Ryan is a gossip, I should have known that, vomiting blood.After the lights were turned off that night, she seriously asked for a dormitory meeting.Since it was just the two of us in the dorm room, under her intentional guidance, this meeting could basically be renamed "Lily Rose's Tragedy in Love Reminiscence Time".

I held the quilt and wanted to cry, but I had to use my limited IQ to start fabricating more facts.This directly led to the fact that when I ran into Senior Snape on the stairs, I didn't dare to look directly at him. Even I felt guilty that he was the victim.

In this way, the time came to the end of the first grade. For me, except for the counterattack in Potions class, other homework is still so-so.But before the final week, something happened to me that I didn't dare to think about last semester.

"Miss Rose?" Hearing this voice that hadn't appeared for a long time, my first reaction was to look around to see if there was another girl named Rose.

But it seems that there is probably no...

I raised my head stiffly, and the collar of Senior Snape really appeared in front of me. As for why it's just the collar... He's much taller than me on the stairs!

"Yes?" I climbed up the handrail of the steps with a guilty conscience, but my brain was thinking about the countless possibilities for him to stop me.

——Could it be that Annabelle found out who the "heartbreaker" was and rushed over to fight him one-on-one?This doesn't make sense either.

"You know Professor Slughorn's Slug Club." I tried to look up at his face and nodded.

Who doesn't know this kind of club for top students.

"This Friday at seven o'clock in the evening in Professor Slughorn's office, there will be an orientation meeting for newcomers." Snape handed me a thin black envelope, and added, "Dress formally."

"What, what?" I squeezed the envelope with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to pinch the back of my hand.

"My class is about to graduate, and the club is short of people next year." The class bell had already rung, and Snape briefly explained to me.

I finally came to my senses and thanked him hastily, my legs shaking as I went downstairs to the Divination classroom.

I don't care what Professor Traorini is up to, I only have one thought in my mind: Is the Slug Club so short of people?

——*——*——*——

On Friday night, I showed up at the door of Professor Slughorn’s office on time wearing the little dress that Annabelle lent me temporarily. I looked at the door number of the office in admiration and sighed: the last time I came was the time when I begged the professor not to fail the course , This time, it was actually a ceremony to join the legendary Xueba Club...

"Try to follow me after I go in later." Senior Snape stretched out his hand to open the door from behind, and only then did I realize that I had stayed at the door for a while.

"Why?" I felt that my IQ was not enough.

The familiar eyes looking at the idiot came back again, he didn't speak any more, he directly took me in: "Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce Lily Rose, the first year of Slytherin, who will succeed me as Slytherin Next time in the slug club."

The warmth coming from my back was a little unreal, and it took me a lot of effort to squeeze out a polite smile, but I didn't know what to say next.

Looking around, they are all unfamiliar faces. The Slug Club is really short of people. It looks like there are less than ten people present. This is not considered to be graduating this year. It is no wonder that Slughorn will be hungry. Agreed with Snape's referral to my suggestion.

My eyes stopped for a moment on a tall red-haired girl. She seemed to be in a daze, and she didn't notice that the wine glass in her hand spilled half of the wine.

"Welcome to the Slug Club." Professor Slughorn opened his arms towards me, gave me a hug firmly, and blocked the sight of others from exploring.

I went to look at the red-haired girl again, only to find that she was staring here with a bad face, but it was only me and Snape here—

"I object." She put down her wine glass, walked towards us, and immediately stood in front of the three of them.

The room suddenly became extremely quiet.

"I have always looked up to Professor Slughorn for your quality of understanding people, and I also recognize the authority of the Slug Club. But as a freshman in the first year, who has not yet taken Intermediate Potions, I don't think... Miss Rose has any qualifications to You were introduced, please consider this decision carefully."

What I said was so logical that even I couldn’t help nodding my head, it’s just destructive for a waste like me to join the Xueba Club—it hurts.

My lower back was pinched by Senior Snape, followed by a warning from the top of my head: "Be honest with me."

Holding my breath and not daring to move again, I realized that although the target of these remarks was me, I was also the one who was the least qualified to speak and refute.

"Lily, you haven't introduced yourself to Miss Rose yet, this is Lily Evans, a seventh-year Gryffindor student, my favorite student, who joined the club with Sif in the first grade." Slugger The professor continued to smooth things over with a smile on his face, especially emphasizing the last sentence.

"You know that's not what I meant." Senior Evans shifted her gaze to the man next to me, "When Mr. Snape and I joined, my grades were O at least, and Miss Rose's grades, as far as I know, are still Hovering on the edge of T, can Mr. Snape's selfishness not be so obvious?"

Whispering sounded again in the surroundings that had been quiet for a while, I blushed and wanted to argue, but my aching back reminded myself that it is better to shut up.

"I don't know where you got the false news, but I want to point out that maybe Lily Rose's grades in other classes are not very outstanding. In Potions class, she has the ability to rank first among freshmen." Senior I spoke unhurriedly, and the protective feeling in my words almost brought tears to my eyes.

But apart from being moved, I still feel a little guilty. With such a big hat on me, it seems that at least half of the review time this weekend will be devoted to Potions, otherwise it would be worse if I failed the final exam.

Senior Evans gave him a hard look and walked away.

I breathed a sigh of relief, I always felt that she was not targeting me, but Senior Snape.

This should be an illusion... Senior Snape is such an excellent (xue) person (ba), how could anyone not like it.

The party returned to normal order. Since I was the only newcomer introduced by seniors this year, everyone stood around cooperatively and waited for Senior Snape to pull me around. sentence.

Adhering to the principle of saying less and making less mistakes, I followed Snape closely and let him introduce them one by one.As expected of a club full of top students, the barriers between the colleges seem to have completely disappeared here, except for the part about Senior Evans...

When it was finally Senior Evans' turn, Senior Snape, who had been protecting me all the way, didn't intend to go forward. He took a glass of wine on the way, and introduced in a low voice: "Lily Evans, Greg Ryffindor seventh year."

Senior, you are no different from what Professor Slughorn just said... I looked up at him in confusion.

But this time he really didn't give me any instructions, so I had to muster up my courage and approach this senior Evans who didn't like me at first glance with juice.

"Senior Evans, hello, I heard that you have a high attainment in Potions—" This kind of versatile opening sentence can't be wrong after all.

"I'm not used to that hypocritical way of speaking," the senior sister waved her hand, her face was still cold, but it seemed much better than before, "How did you get mixed up with people like Snape?"

This didn't seem like a question, and she continued without giving me a chance to speak: "Don't think he is a good person, on the surface he looks weak, but secretly he has studied a lot in Slytherin." Black magic, not to mention his discrimination against the hemp family - he actually called us by that word! How can you put up with a referee like him? Huh?"

I suddenly felt that what this senior sister said was like my father's potion notes. You can clearly understand the meaning of each word when you take it apart, but it doesn't make sense when you put it together.

"Sister Evans, maybe you didn't understand my introduction just now, please allow me to introduce myself again," I shook the juice glass in my hand at her, "Liliana Rose, a first-year Slytherin, Pure blood."

She stared at me for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Yes, how could I feel that you are a little girl who doesn't understand anything, you are full of people who came out of Slytherin, presumably Snape's glorious deeds Is it still proud of being in your yard? I am too stupid, not everyone has a good impression of the hemp family, right? Oh, you still don’t know why he has so many talented new students from Slytherin Li Dudu recommends you to come in."

I really don't know, and I don't think anyone would have guessed what Snape was thinking.I was just about to get more "glorious deeds" about the senior from her mouth, when I saw the person not far away beckoning to me, I had no choice but to accuse the senior and go back to him through the crowd.

"You had a good chat with Evans?" The senior's gloomy expression told me that he could only expect one answer.

So I shook my head firmly: "Sister Evans hates me."

He sneered: "It's hard to find a likable Slytherin, let's go, I'll take you to the club's library."

Gossip is obviously more interesting than the library, but I dared not disobey Senior Snape, so I obediently followed him to a small compartment behind the bookcase.

The compartment is not big, and there are only two shelves inside. Books are sparsely placed on them, and many of them have a lot of dust on them.

"The library is open all year round, and the collection is composed of unique books donated by Professor Slughorn and previous members. There are almost no books left in the outside world, and a large part of them belong to the ancient potion faction centuries ago. He took out a book from the shelf next to it and handed it to me, "There are also notes on potion experiences of members of the past."

"This isn't—" I looked at my father's potion note in my hand and was very puzzled. Although it wasn't the one I gave him before, it was indeed my father's handwriting.

"Mr. Ross is an honorary lifetime member of the Slug Club, which is one of the reasons Slughorn was sure you could improve."

But my father never mentioned this to me, so I must question him carefully when I go back this time.

On the wall next to the shelf is a list of all the current members. When I slid my finger over the name of Senior Evans, what she just said suddenly came to my mind.

"It seems that Senior Evans doesn't look very fierce?" I asked tentatively.

"Who told you that she was fierce?" Snape answered quickly this time, perhaps because he realized that his tone was not good, and the next sentence softened a little, "There was some misunderstanding between me and her, so she just answered it by the way. You have a bad attitude," he paused again, "I'm sorry."

Senior Snape apologizing to me?I was almost flattered to jump up, and quickly waved my hands: "Nothing, in fact, seniors and sisters are graduating soon, and there are not many opportunities to meet again in the future. If there is no big conflict, it will be better to reconcile before graduation." No regrets."

Before waiting for a response, I hesitated to add again: "Of course I'm just talking casually... I don't know what exactly happened between you and her, but I think both of you are having a hard time."

He was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth in a low voice: "Lily, sometimes, there are many times, people can't simply get what they want. With the growth of experience, we are no longer pure people, and we can no longer freely rely on ourselves. Do things with your heart."

I was so shaken by his "Lily" that I couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly.At that time, I couldn’t understand it, and it took me a long time to sum up the central idea: the contradiction between Snape and Evans is irreconcilable, which is the legendary class contradiction between Slytherin and Gryffindor Alright.

It was a busy final week after the party, and even though the college was not big, I never saw Senior Snape again except during meal time.Then came the graduation season. When Principal Dumbledore read the names one by one, the four houses applauded and were mixed with low sobs, and even the always restrained Slytherin students mostly had red eyes.

Senior Snape was wearing the same black robe as other graduates, and he walked steadily up to receive his graduation certificate. I looked at him from below, and I felt that something was sprouting in my heart.

In 1978, they graduated.

What I advised Senior Snape at that time turned out to be a prophecy, but it just came true to me.I haven't heard anything about him since the summer vacation, and he didn't come to the annual meeting of the Slug Club—a symbolic visit to a student like Dad who has graduated for countless years.Later, I would occasionally find information about him in the corner of the Daily Prophet, either an announcement about the collection of rare medicinal materials, or a small tofu piece of news that Mr. Snape had researched some new medicine.I cut and cut them one by one, put them in a notebook, and put them away carefully together with the bottle of potion he gave me.

Maybe I really have a little bit of talent about potions in my blood. The potions class from the second grade went very smoothly, all the way to the fifth grade, until Senior Snape reappeared at Hogwarts.

But this time, I can't call him Senior Snape anymore: he's the new Potions professor in Slughorn's place.

The author has something to say: Every time I write about Lily Evans, I unconsciously hack orz this time, I obviously didn’t intend to hack her TUT Evans thinks that Snape just teased the elementary school girl to stimulate her It got in, but Snape didn't act like that.Evans is one thing, and Lily Rose is another, so the professor got angry and felt a little sorry for the school girl lying on the gun... I saw a joke before, and the host asked for help and said, "Girlfriend and mother's name The same, what should I do?", the God downstairs replied, "It's just the same name now, when you get married, the first and last name will be the same haha" · Memories are written more than the main text... The next chapter will be the main text QAQ