[HP] Secret Love Diary

When he said goodbye to Ryan happily at the top of the school stairs, he hesitated to speak.

I rubbed my full belly and decided to wait for him again for the sake of his treat: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"Miss Rose...Student Rose... May I call you Lily?" He stammered, the expression on his face was very inconsistent with his tall figure.

"Okay," I said casually, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes," he continued hastily, "well, we are friends now, right?"

This question is really inexplicable. Since when did Gryffindor have to ask Slytherin for friendship?I nodded in doubt, but I still couldn't understand what Lion student was thinking.

He grinned big, showing his neat white teeth: "Lily, goodbye."

"Goodbye." I waved him, turned and went into the cellar behind me.

Maybe I should go to a Quidditch game for my first Gryffindor friend, well, we'll see.

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This week has been unexpectedly peaceful, without Annabelle nagging beside me, the chances of me speaking have decreased a lot.Normally, you only need to talk to Ryan in Potions class to make sure he doesn't blow up the cauldron. When it comes to Potions class, Snape and Dumbledore have been acting abnormally this week.I didn't see Headmaster Dumbledore at dinner several times, and as for Snape, even Ryan could see how absent-minded he was giving us.

"The color in my cauldron is at least three shades different from yours. He just passed by and didn't say anything." Ryan whispered to me in class, "Could it be that Professor Snape has started to favor Gryffindor?"

He really has the nerve to say something that would never happen after my great-granddaughter died?I said "hehe" twice, and continued to stir my crucible.

When the class was over, Snape really held back the confident Ryan: "Lion Hall, I thought you would at least improve a bit after being at the same table with Miss Rose."

Is this a compliment in disguise?I couldn't help but secretly rejoiced, and leaned against the door frame waiting for Snape to continue.

"Miss Rose, this week's confinement is as usual. If Mr. Hall still doesn't make any progress next time, I think you should know what I will do." While speaking, he picked up my bottle and shook it slightly .

This is clearly threatening my grades in class.

One of my faces collapsed, and Ryan was looking at me sympathetically with his wet eyes... Bah!It is because of him that I will be read by the male god, okay?

I gave him a hard look, and I humbly responded, and then rushed to the History of Magic classroom without looking back.

Someone came up quickly from behind, and I turned my head angrily: "Don't you just follow me all the time?"

Sure enough, it was Ryan with an aggrieved face: "I'm sorry, I have troubled you just now. But my next chapter will also be History of Magic."

I was so angry that I wanted to scold my mother, but I had to speak for the male god in a soft tone: "Professor Snape didn't mean to embarrass us, he probably has some personal matters that bother him recently."

"Oh," he walked parallel to me, "Lily, you are so kind."

……

Talking to him is like talking to a duck!

It was obvious that Severus Snape was bothering about "something" that had to do with Dumbledore and not the raise, since he hadn't been in my tutorial time for three nights.

And as a student, I'm not even qualified to ask.

I'm restlessly making potions in his office, and after testing the waters last week, Snape is now apparently pushing all orders from the medical wing to me.Although the operation is not difficult, it also requires my full concentration to do it, and it also deprives me of the time to think at ease.

Well, with my IQ, I probably can't figure out what Snape and Dumbledore are plotting even if I try my best.

Is Dumbledore planning to join the Death Eaters too?

I scoffed at my ridiculous idea, and the fireplace boomed as Snape himself finally showed up for the first time during this week's tutorial time.

He obviously didn't expect me to be here, and I could see the frown through the dense fog.Pointing to the list he left on the table, I greeted him with a little embarrassment: "Professor Snape, good evening."

His eyes moved to the list: "I think you do know - this list records the amount for a week, right?"

I nodded, without stopping the frequency of stirring in my hands: "This is also the reason why I am here, Professor."

Immediately after speaking, I wanted to slap myself. I was getting more and more courageous. How could I talk to him like this.

Fortunately, Snape didn't plan to argue with me today, he pulled up a chair and sat down at the table, and didn't write, just sat there in silence.

I dare not look up, but there is always a feeling that he is staring at me.

This is probably an illusion...

"You are not afraid of me."

I froze while bottling, but I didn't know how to answer him.

Do you want me to say "Professor Snape, I'm afraid you're going to die"?Or "I actually treat you as an ordinary (nan) ordinary (shen) senior"?

Forcibly holding back my heart that started beating wildly because of wild thoughts, I calmly replied: "As a Potions professor, I admire you."

It was clearly not the answer he wanted: "Even if I'm a Death Eater?"

Don't keep saying these three words like you're afraid that others won't know, okay==

I thought about how to comfort him to the greatest extent, and it took a long time before I said, "I don't know if you remember what you said to me at the Slug Club a few years ago?" He definitely didn't remember, "At that time you said, With the growth of experience, we will no longer be innocent people, nor can we always do things according to our own will. I think that those who can't do things will still have their original pure souls in their hearts."

This time he was silent for longer than I did before sighing in a low voice: "I didn't expect you to still remember."

I have carefully memorized every sentence of your classics, my lord, in a small notebook!Compliment me quickly!

"But I joined the Death Eaters voluntarily."

I was stunned.

"In order to pursue power, to pursue better potion materials, and to make a living, the mysterious man is the fastest shortcut." He actually explained to me, "I have never been forced by anyone, except myself."

Yes, besides himself, he really doesn't care about anyone else.

My nostrils were sore, and I tried my best not to let the tears overflow: "But you also chose to come back to teach. You are not forced by yourself, but just choose a way to spend your life. You can decide the degree arbitrarily." The way you live your life, you can also deny the path you have chosen, this is not willfulness, this is the basic right of being born as a human being.”

After such a long list of words, I was startled by myself first, and then I began to worry about whether I had offended him.Damn it, I shouldn't have opened my mouth...

My annoyed expression actually amused him: "Why did I forget, Miss Ross is only sixteen this year. I want to see if you will still be so firm in what you say now in three years' time."

"You are only 21 years old this year." I reminded in a low voice.

"Even when I was 16 years old, I wasn't as free as you." He paused. "Actually, it's good to continue like this. People like you don't have to live like me."

Before I could ask what is meant by "someone like you" and "live like me", Snape cleared the cauldron with a wave of his wand, "Your friend is doing well so far, thank you for the past two weeks Make potions for the medical wing for me, so you don't have to come tomorrow."

I knew that I was really used by him as a skilled long-term worker.

But now that I have learned that Annabelle is temporarily safe, how dare I argue with him about the labor issue.After thanking him sincerely, I left the office.

The author has something to say: ·If the confession was useful, the heroine would have rushed forward... But even with a limited IQ, she told her that for someone like Snape, even if it was a confession, the male god would not accept her The confession is with her><And at this stage, the heroine is still looking up to Snape in a way of looking up to the gods... The three hurdles in this article are Evans, the teacher-student relationship, and the female protagonist The plot of the Lord's unrealistic worship of the professor. ·YouDOknowthatlistcontainstheneedforthiswholeweek,right?That'sthereasonwhyIamhere,professor. The heroine talks back skill LEVELUP