[Comprehensive] Nanny code

Lancet found that recently, the group of peas in the class often looked at him with a very strange look. Finally, after Pansy looked at him for the third time, Lancet couldn't bear it anymore and called everyone together , sat in a group and asked: "Why have you been staring at me these two days?"

The little beans looked at each other, and then, Harry raised his hand and asked directly.

"We want to know what you think of Apep about liking you?"

Lancet: "..."

"Yes, Professor! That's very important. We're five years old, old enough, not three or four." Pansy picked up her little book again.

Lancet: "I think I still have something to do. I'll let Snape accompany you." He was about to slip away, but Hermione grabbed his pants.

"Professor, escaping is useless."

Lancet sighed, sat down again, scratched his cheeks and asked, "When did you know that?"

Harry shrugged, "When Apep first met you."

"When we first met Apep and saw you."

Lancet: "..."

"So, it's just me and Snape who don't know?"

"No, professor." Draco smiled softly, "The godfather already knew."

Lancet felt that he couldn't look directly at Snape's face. Why did everyone know but he didn't?

In Potions class, a boy with glasses walks by.

"Let's form a group today."

After Apep heard the voice, he raised his head and looked at the other party. Reese thought he was guessing what he meant by saying this, or whether he was playing some prank, so he winked his eyes and said, "I don't have any malicious intentions." , just, as roommates, we are together."

Apep didn't make a sound, just gave up the table on one side, and the other one, which was called the lonely duo by Slytherin, who had just wanted to come over, could only look at Reese's half-smiling eyes. Xia silently left with his schoolbag in his arms.

On the podium, Snape explained the course to the group of little monsters in front of him without squinting. As usual, before the tongs were officially used, some students made mistakes, which made things that should not be put together Potion ingredients are destroyed.

"If your brain is only filled with achnatherum every day, then I suggest that you use your snack time to clean them up. By the way, it's closed at six o'clock tonight, please don't be late."

Snape's expressionless face made a student cry in fright, it was a little chubby little badger.

"Aren't you starting yet?" Snape glanced at the rest of the students, who began to put potions into the cauldron in fear.

Apep, as a Slytherin with no face and no background, who was transferred halfway, has actually been squeezed out by this group of little snakes all along. Snape has always known about it, but he doesn't intend to care about it, and that child has never and what help he has sought.

When he doesn't need to be in groups, he stays alone, and when he has to be in groups, he completes homework with whoever is unpopular.

In Potions, Apep's grades were only average, but Snape always felt that this was because he didn't pay much attention to it.

Now, this silent little snake has changed a partner. Although it looks very sunny, but inside it likes the mischievous Rhys Matthew, Snape still pays attention to it a little bit, but in the second half of the class, the little snake The trembling little badger finally blew up the tongs.Average frequency of once every two weeks.

Snape strode over with a gloomy face, while the little snake and lion cubs beside him held their breath, not daring to move casually.

"You..." As soon as he said a word, the trembling little badger fainted.

One side just carried the person out, and on the other side, Apep caught Reese's hand putting the porcupine quill in, and he quickly grabbed the other person's wrist.

"what?"

The boy who was still watching the show asked subconsciously, and then he withdrew his hand in embarrassment when he saw the porcupine quills he was about to add to the tongs.

"Thanks." The boy muttered.

Apep still ignored him, but continued to cut kudzu.Although Apep's grades were mediocre when stirring the potion, his knife skills were very beautiful, and when he was concentrating on cutting the ingredients for the potion, he looked a little charming.

The boy wearing glasses looked at each other with great interest, and then said suddenly: "If you don't have these black birthmarks, you look pretty good."

The black-haired boy's hand paused for a moment. His fingers were long and slender, and the tip of the knife was sharp. Against the pale to transparent skin of the former, the knife surface seemed to have a hint of chill.

Reese felt a little excited, what beautiful hands, these hands should hold a sharp weapon, and it would be best if they were stained with something fresh and warm.

After Potions class was over, Apep put the cleaned tongs on the table, and left with his schoolbag after Snape checked it. He still had another class, but soon, he found that he had Forgot to take the textbook.

After hesitating for a while, Apep still didn't use his magic power, but ran to the dormitory instead.

In the Slytherin bedroom, Apep came to the room to pick up a book he had forgotten, and then heard the sound of the door being closed.

He turned his head and saw Reese walking towards him, he didn't move, just stared at him.

"Let's talk, Apep." Reese shrugged his shoulders and pulled a chair over instead of sitting casually on Apep's bed as usual.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Let's make up."

Apep looked at him, who grimaced.

"I think that although you don't look very good, you are not without advantages."

"But I don't want to." Apep refused directly.

The boy wearing glasses froze for a moment, and asked angrily, "Why? It's your honor that I would like to be friends with a monster like you."

Apep did not answer the other party, but left directly with the book, but the latter obviously did not intend to let him go like this.

The black-haired boy looked up at the person opposite him coldly, and said, "Get out of the way."

"Give me a reason why you don't agree."

"you are not a good person."

After finishing speaking, the black-haired boy walked over and opened the door, but Rees didn't stop him this time.

"Interesting." In the room, came the voice of the young man laughing.

After the day's lessons, Apep went to Lancet's place. They were telling stories in the past, and Lancet was not there, and Snape was grading homework.But when Harry pulled him over to sit down, he realized that the speaker, Blaise, was telling a ghost story.

Even though there are a group of ghosts floating around in the school, but because they are used to it, the students still regard them as living people, and ghosts, no matter whether there are ghosts around or not, everyone still subconsciously finds them scary.

"Apep, don't you think Professor Snape is a bit scary in this situation?" Neville swallowed and said to Apep in a low voice.

Apep raised his eyes and looked at Snape beside the desk. He probably just got out of a potion experiment, and his hair looked greasy again. The big black robe covered his trousers, making him almost look like The night blended into one, not to mention under that small lamp, when his eyebrows were raised because of the terrible homework handed in by the students, the man's sallow skin looked like a huge, A bat with a stern expression.

Of course, Apep wouldn't say it, because it didn't matter if Snape was a bat, that wouldn't change his status as a smart guy, and Apep, by comparison, always liked The headmaster who blinked and ate sweets preferred this impersonal professor.

Blaise is a good storyteller, and his stories are pretty scary to a child's eye, but Apep, for someone who used to be one of those stories, was just deadpan Listen, sometimes, even want to correct the other party's mistakes.

"Harry, I'm afraid." Draco said weakly, and leaned into Harry's arms.

"Then I cover your ears?"

"But I want to hear it." Draco struggled for a moment, and then forgot to squeeze Harry's arms closer.

"Brace, can you tell me something less scary?" Harry decided to interrupt the speaker for the sake of his little friend, but obviously, this was reprimanded by almost everyone.

"Harry!"

"Potter, don't break this frequency and make more noise!" Snape yelled, and Harry tried hard to suppress the impulsive Potter who rolled his eyes at him, puffing his cheeks.

"Harry." Draco squeezed the other's fingers, and the latter laughed again.

"What's next?" Pansy urged.

Just as Blaise was about to speak again, the bright light that broke the atmosphere came in. It was Lance who had just finished his work.

"Merlin!" Blaise slumped on the floor, covering his eyes with his right hand.

"Me, did I destroy something?" Lancet asked suspiciously.

"Professor, you've ruined the atmosphere of the storytelling, take it away!" Pansy said loudly, and when she was done, she got up and ran over, directly destroying the lamp humanely.

"What atmosphere?" Lancet walked over, and found that Apep was also there. He stiffened for a moment, but relaxed quickly.

"Have you finished your homework, Apep?"

Everyone: "..." Even Snape rolled his eyes when he heard this, and by the way gave a failing grade to a little badger's homework.

"Well, all right."

Apep didn't mind, and replied obediently, almost completely different from the indifferent person in the dormitory.

"Well." Lancet subconsciously wanted to rub the other party's hair, but suddenly came to his senses, so he just sat next to Apep with this awkward movement, shrugged his shoulders and said, "You just now Is it telling a story? Is it Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs or Cinderella?"

"Professor Lanster, you are too old-fashioned, horror stories are popular now."

When he heard the words "horror stories", he didn't pay much attention at first, after all, there were ghosts in school, but after he started listening to it, he felt that he could go to Ron for company, because Ron was afraid of ghost stories , Hiding on the bed early in the morning.

"Professor, you're not afraid of ghosts, are you?" Pansy grabbed someone's trouser leg.

The professor who Lanster was going to leave sat there awkwardly, and insisted, "Of course not, Blaise, you can continue talking."

Then, when the event was finally over, Lanster was relieved, but then he remembered that it was late, and as a professor, he had to send the students to the dormitory, and it was dark outside, It was still windy.

The author has something to say: I want to watch ghost movies every day, but I dare not TUT