[HP] Born to be a pair

When sixth grade started, one of the first things Renee did was head to the library.

She had long heard that Lihen Bookstore had bought a book called "Invisible Book of Invisibility". Although these hundreds of books have not been found by the clerk so far - but she thought that the library in the school must have them.

Renee needs a layer of insurance for her notepad. She doesn't need too advanced magic, as long as the words can be hidden.

She needs to see notes and add new things at any time, so this black notebook must not be too far away from her.

And it was bought after her second resurrection. It recorded her countless hard work, dangerous, but very important.

Therefore, she saved all the time outside of class and eating every moment, just to be able to successfully cast the invisibility spell.

During this period, she and Neville overlapped a few classes, and after the sixth grade, the students from the four colleges all took classes together, because the NEWT students were not too many, and the professors could handle it.

Professor Flitwick's Charms class, Professor Sprout's Herbs class, Professor Slughorn's Potions class, and - Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Renee felt that even though Snape wasn't a qualified professor, his knowledge of the Dark Arts was enough to offset his lack of professionalism.

His explanation of the Dark Arts opened up a richer and more diverse skylight for Renee, and she immediately put aside her prejudice against the future Death Eater and began to study wholeheartedly.

And in the Potions Refresher Class, Renee saw something familiar - the tattered "Advanced Potion Making" textbook.

It turns out that the book originally belonged to Harry Potter, who was randomly sent to him by Professor Slughorn because he didn't pre-purchase the textbook and supplies.

So when did he throw the book in the Room of Requirement?Renee thought.

In the class, everyone sat around the round table according to the college. Renee's left hand was Michael Koner, and her right hand was Terry Bout, her first boyfriend.

"Did you smell something?" Terry accosted her naturally, leaning his neck back to look at the bubbling pot of potion closest to them. "I think it's Polyjuice Potion. I saw it in a book."

Renee smelled a faint smell of herbs and flowers, mixed with the smell of raspberry ice cream, reminding her of the time when she was with Neville in the forest. spread to the limbs.

"Then, the pot closest to Neville and the others must be the Love Potion." Renee said with a faint smile, she opened her eyes and met Neville's eyes, obviously he also smelled something, and was lazily looked at her and smiled.

Su, who was sitting across from her, was also interested, and before Professor Slughorn noticed them, she quickly got up and glanced at the cauldron next to the Slytherin round table, and said in an affirmative tone: "Ha! That transparent potion is designated as Veritaserum - I just previewed it yesterday!"

The requirement of this class is to make a Potion of Living Hell. Renee's experience and memory cannot support her to perfectly reproduce a pot of light pink advanced potion.

So she had to do it according to her textbook. In the light blue steam, the potion in front of Renee turned into a dark pink, which didn't look like the textbook, but got Slughorn The professor looked approvingly.

However, no one can compare to the beautiful and perfect pale pink potion in front of Harry. Professor Slughorn announced to everyone almost ecstatically: "Harry is the undisputed winner! Excellent, excellent !"

That didn't bother Renee, she wasn't a competitive person, and there were millions of people in the world who could do better than her, so why would she waste her precious time suffering less than others?

But Neville came to comfort her anyway, kind, well-meaning boyfriend.

They spent less time together after school started, not only because Renee did it on purpose, but also because the sixth grade courses were few but fine, and they had to spend a lot of time practicing and doing homework in order to be able to keep up with all the advanced courses .

"Are you all right?" Neville asked wearily, having just withdrawn from a series of potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, just to care about Renee's mood.

"I'm fine, Neville." Renee pulled him to sit down, running her fingers through the blond mess of hair, "You, on the other hand, look terrible."

"I know, I was just thinking—maybe I shouldn't be taking so many refresher classes."

"Are you having trouble with a subject?" Renee asked. "You can always ask me, or Hermione, you know how smart she is, and she's very helpful."

"Oh, that's not the problem," Neville stammered, "More advanced classes, more homework, our time is squeezed to the point that we can't see each other once a week!"

It turned out to be because of this!It dawned on Renee that she wasn't surprised that Neville would feel uncomfortable, after all, after a period of head-scratching fun, no one can immediately enter such a time-squeezing mode.

In addition to her full schedule, she also had to do homework, revise papers, and go to the library to look up anything related to invisibility spells.

Not long ago, Renee also received an invitation to the Slug Club from Professor Slughorn. He heard from Professor Flitwick what an excellent student Renee was, so he sincerely sent her a Invitation card with purple ribbon.

"Don't worry so much, we can always find some time to be gentle." Renee comforted him, as if Neville was a deeply in love, suspicious, sentimental and sensitive person—well, from the performance point of view, he was indeed a bit on the sidelines ,Yes or no?

He was staring absently at Renee's hair. She'd accidentally cut off part of her long hair while experimenting with a combined spell a while ago, so Renee had cut the curls so they were just level with her chin.

Then he took the initiative to kiss her again, a little rough, without the careful care of the past.In this gray and drizzling weather, they sat on a bench in the corridor and kissed passionately.

There was no one like Umbridge to disturb them now, and a few junior children who passed by accidentally passed the benches holding their breath, and only started muttering and teasing discussions when they walked around the corridor.

The soothing sound of rain splashing on the window calmed the restless Neville, and he let go of Renee gently, apologizing for his roughness: "I'm sorry—I, I think I'm just stressed out."

The thoughts that had been silent for a long time were opened, and Renee's heart had been immersed in the busy and rich schoolwork for a long time, but now she suddenly realized Neville's state.

From intimacy to being alone, he showed great discomfort for this, and Renee's silent alienation made him feel flustered and bewildered, so his love and care have exceeded the scope that can be digested alone.

The indifferent, hot-and-cold attitude is a common method Renee uses to cement the boys' special feelings.

But the consequences of this accidental treatment of Neville were obviously not what she had hoped for.

"I'm sorry, Neville," Renee said, cupping his dejected cheeks and forcing him to meet her own eyes, "I missed you terribly, too—didn't you notice that we were still allowed to go to Honolulu in mid-October?" Germaud. Then we can go and relax there, will you?"

"Really? I haven't seen the announcement yet, but — great, great!"

Neville cheered up, his voice was trembling with excitement, he seemed to finally get a response from Renee expressing his heart, and his restlessness was instantly soothed.

When he returned to the lounge that day, he seemed very happy, the first time he had been so happy since the beginning of school; and Renee was also somewhat affected, and his worries about the future and Aunt Abigail were slightly dispelled.

Yes, Renee had roughly guessed the current situation of Abigail Shafik - a member of the pure blood 28 family, who did not show his loyalty when Voldemort was in full swing.

Now Voldemort is back, maybe he himself, maybe his other Death Eaters, will do some crazy revenge on the Shafiq family...

She didn't know how famous Aunt Abigail was among all the people named Shafik, but judging by the way she ran away in such a panic, maybe she was more famous than Renee thought.

She now glances at the newspaper every morning, and subscribes to the Daily Prophet just for that.

Renee was terrified of seeing news of Abigail Shafik's death somewhere in the paper, but had to muster up the courage to read through the horrific reports—because she still needed to know.

Soon mid-October came with the snowstorm. Renee put on her black and white fur coat, and put on that lavender scarf, and happily lined up with Neville arm in arm at the Hogsmeade bus. in queue.

Filch stood at the oak gate as usual, checking the names of the students who were allowed to go to Hogsmeade one by one.

The black magic item detector in his hand continuously swept over everyone who passed by, and a pair of cloudy and vigilant eyes stared at the group of students, as if as long as the detector made an unusual sound, he would immediately pounce on it Wrestle the man to the ground.

"He's pretty daft, isn't he?" Renee said, tiptoeing over Neville's shoulder and pointing into his left ear, "could he care more about getting Dark Arts items out of school than Did someone bring it in?"

Neville sniggered from the sidelines, but when it was his turn to be probed, Filch was dissatisfied with his hide-and-seek attitude and spent even more time on him.

They came to Hogsmeade village through the wind and snow. The atmosphere here was completely different from the past, and it became almost exactly the same as Diagon Alley—the same desolation and vigilance.

Every villager locked himself in his home, watching the students hurrying on the road from a hidden window.With the exception of some shops still open, Hogsmeade can be called a shadowy deserted place.

"Shall we go to the Three Broomsticks, or Honeydukes?" Neville asked persistently, "Or—would you like a cup of hot coffee, black tea or something?"

"Ah, Neville, you really want to go to Puddieff, don't you?"

"I've never been there... don't you want to see what kind of scene it is inside?"

"Hey, Neville," Renee inexplicably let out an exclamation similar to that of Mrs. Longbottom, "well, if you really want to drink tea, then let's go there."

The author has something to say:

Renee: study hard.jpg

Neville: Poke her head, pick her fingers, observe her girlfriend's hair and face...

I sigh that this is the daily life between the top students and the scumbags (no)

感谢在2021-10-3019:46:57~2021-10-3114:26:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles in one corner;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!