[HP]Two Snape

When Harry woke up, he didn't seem to be in Gryffindor Tower.

But in...the cellar?

The decoration is no stranger, just a little unexpected, why is he here?

Harry got up, this is the storage room in Professor Snape's dormitory, but for some reason there are... more bathrooms.

Space curse?

After Harry finished washing, he opened the door and came out, just as Snape was coming out of the room.

Why did the pervert bring people back to spend the night again? Snape spat in his heart.

Harry backed away slightly, what should he say at this time?

"Good morning, Professor."

"..." Snape nodded and went out.

Harry drooped his head, sure enough...

"Have you brushed your teeth yet?"

"Ah."

"Eat breakfast."

Harry wanted to reply that he didn't want to eat, but when he looked up...

"Professor, why are you back?"

Snape was silent, this question... don't ask him, he doesn't know how to explain it either.

"Eat yours."

Snape put down a delicate plate in his hand, and walked into the laboratory by himself.

Harry froze for a moment, then sat down at the table and began to eat.

In the early morning, the cellar with the fireplace turned off was a bit cold, and the warm milk in front of him could emit white mist.

It looks hot, but it's actually very gentle.

This is a breakfast prepared according to Harry's preferences and appetite. It won't make Harry struggle too much whether to eat it all, and it won't be too delicate to make Harry hungry. It can be seen that the house elf It was a special order.

The so-called considerate, probably so.

After Harry finished eating, he walked to the door of the laboratory, hesitated for a while, and knocked on the door anyway.

"Professor Snape, uh, thanks for the breakfast."

"Yeah." Snape's voice was flat and emotionless.

"I... I went to class." Harry said goodbye.

"Oh." Snape agreed.

"……goodbye."

Harry was a little suffocated. Sure enough, Ron was right, there must be a reason why the greasy old bat couldn't solve his personal problems!

Harry and the others had two history of magic classes together this morning. In the first class, the blood pressure was low early in the morning, plus the special additional function of the history of magic class...

Hermione's eyelids drooped a little.

Harry was rarely asleep, and even Hermione and Ron couldn't sleep soundly.

(Professor Binns: ...I'm so sorry I didn't let you sleep soundly in my class...)

"Ron, are George and Fred doing well in potions?"

"...well...probably..." Ron was a little confused.

"Why do you say... why did Professor Snape choose them..." why not me...

"do not know……"

"Hermione, what do you think of George and Fred's potion results..."

"Not bad." Hermione yawned, took out her wand, and asked the quill to automatically record what Professor Binns said...

"Then..." Is it good enough to be selected as an apprentice...

Ron's head "slapped" on his arm, and he fell asleep completely.

"Huh?" Although Hermione was also sleepy...but she was sleepy with self-control.

"Forget it, it's okay." Harry shook his head.

"Actually... I think that Professor Snape is just choosing apprentices, or, like a Muggle school teacher choosing a class representative... How can Draco say it so exaggeratedly?"

"Really..." Harry watched Professor Binns' mouth open and close, dazed.

"Hmm..." Hermione died.

The morning class ended with the whistle of the flying class, and there were two consecutive Potions classes in the afternoon, and as usual, he and Slytherin took the class together.

Draco dragged Pansy and Bryce over, and together with Harry and others, Slytherin and Gryffindor seemed to be used to the strange things of this year, and they defaulted to these people as their friendly ambassadors. Think of it as a diplomatic activity!

(Slytherin: Otherwise you want us to despise the Malfoys, Parkinsons, Zabinis!!

Gryffindor: the estranged savior, the many members of the Weasley family brothers and the goddess of pre-exam betting, Granger... you stop making trouble...)

George and Fred were in charge of Snape's pre-class preparations. The two brought in the potion materials to be used. Ron ran over to his brothers and asked about the content of this class. Harry picked one. Taking a seat in the back row, Draco followed and sat next to Harry.

Hermione sat in front of Harry, so that she could turn around and help Harry open the phone at any time. Pansy looked at it, and it seemed that it was not appropriate to sit next to Bryce, so she came to Hermione with a book.

"Pansy Parkinson, nice to meet you, I think you can call me by my Christian name." Pansy raised an elegant smile and greeted Hermione. The leader of their small group is Draco, since Draco If you make friends with these people, then she has no reason not to follow.

"Hermione Granger, you can call me Hermione, everyone calls me that." Hermione was a little surprised, oh well, she had heard about this Slytherin test bully, but she didn't expect... Not as many weird tempers as she imagined...

"Can I sit here?" Pansy pointed to the empty seat next to Hermione.

"Oh, of course."

Saying that, Snape came in, and the classroom seemed to be turned on the mute switch, and it was quiet all of a sudden.

However, unlike usual, although the little snakes and little lions have calmed down, the eyes looking for JQ are restless...

Snape frowned and stepped forward to correct the twins' initial handling. As soon as he turned his back, the classroom was immediately filled with papers...

But who was Snape?

If there is no such sense of crisis...

What if the knife flying behind is not a note?

Not even a wand, just a snap of the fingers, and all the notes automatically lined up and flew to the podium.

This time, it was really silent.

Snape slowly opened the top note...

Snape closed it with mixed feelings.

Open the next one.

Close up.

Next one.

Close up.

Everyone in the classroom, except Harry, watched in fear as Snape, the gossip old bat, was caught on the spot... the consequences...

Snape subconsciously looked at Harry.

Harry didn't seem to notice, still staring at the cauldron in his hand.

Snape frowned, feeling nothing?

"Everyone, one month's labor service. Now self-study."

Snape slammed the door and left.

George and Fred shuddered, not knowing why, Snape just glanced at them when he went out...

very scary!

"Everyone...remember to hand in your homework." George hurriedly reminded, pulling Fred to run away.

The prank depends on the occasion and the candidate... Now even if it is a prank on Dumbledore, it is better than a prank on Snape...

Especially after Molly sent them that roaring letter, the two of them treated Snape even more...

Now all the protagonists in the gossip center ran away, and the little animals belatedly remembered a question, as if no one had ever tried not to hand in homework in Snape's Potions class.

Although the professor skipped class today, but...

If Snape became angry from embarrassment, the consequences would be really...

"Merlin! What is the removal of mucus impurities!"

"It's not even written in the book!"

"There's nothing on the blackboard..."

"And how to get high-purity snail powder!"

The classroom started to quarrel again.

"Want to help?" Hermione asked Pansy after finishing the task at hand.

"No...I think I can." Pansy used tweezers to remove the tiny impurities in the mucus little by little. "It's just the content of the fifth grade curriculum."

"I rarely see anyone who previews a fifth grade textbook." Hermione said appreciatively.

Pansy chuckled, to be honest, if it wasn't for Draco, if it wasn't for the savior...she wouldn't want to have anything to do with a bitch witch.

After all, for so many years, Pansy Parkinson has been educated that pure blood is the highest priority, and witches of all kinds are nothing but mediocre people.

"No, my family's enlightenment teacher asked me to preview all the textbooks before entering Hogwarts." There was a slight complacency and disdain in his tone, but of course, the smile on his face was still elegant.

Hermione felt something, but... she couldn't tell, it seemed that the girl in front of her was not as...as easy to get close to as she showed?

"I'll help them." Hermione stood up, smiled at Pansy, and backed away.

"..." He didn't answer the words, shouldn't he say "Wow, that's amazing, teach me" at such a time?Pansy curled her lips, those elementary school girls, even the school sisters said so.

In fact, if Hermione wanted to respond, it should be: Wow, what a coincidence, I also finished all the previews!

When the test bully meets the school bully, the way of getting along can no longer refer to the supplementary lesson show of high and low IQ.

Harry and Draco didn't know why, they just wanted to do it, and there were movements in their hands, and they made the potion almost without thinking, bottled the potion, and let it cool.

At this time, Harry really played the role of the savior, but he couldn't explain how to do it himself, so he took over the demonstration very enthusiastically, and simply helped another group complete a copy.

Draco, on the other hand, thought that it was very cheap to do door-to-door service in person, so he sat on the chair very leisurely, crossed his legs, and waited for the little snakes to come to him one by one for advice.

In this regard, Pansy is very similar to Draco... Of course, Pansy did not cross his legs.

Originally, the little snakes in Slytherin have more or less previewed the textbooks, but few of them have previewed all the textbooks. At most, they generally know that there is such a method, but they can’t remember exactly how to do it. manage.

When they saw that Malfoy and Parkinson had finished making the potion, everyone strengthened their minds. There must be a way, but they couldn't think of it for the time being.

10 minutes later……

"bang"

"bang"

For the first time, Slytherin exploded the cauldron before the Gryffindor next door exploded...

"Student Malfoy, look at this..."

Draco raised his head lazily, "Is it difficult to make potions of this level?"

"..." The boy who came to ask for help was obviously held back.

Yes, how to answer this question?

It's just that the second grader's potion making is indeed impossible to be difficult, as long as you tell him how to make it, of course he can finish it by himself...

But the professor didn't talk about it in class, can he be blamed for this!

But, who was it that ran away in anger halfway through the class?

It's their Potions Master!Their dean!

Taking a step back, who was the person who made their dean so angry?

Oh, yes, it's not them, it's those damn Gryffindors!

Slytherin wouldn't do such a stupid thing as passing notes in Mr. Dean's class!absolute!Absolutely... yes... woo woo, we were wrong, Dean, come back soon...

The first warrior took the first step, and it was doomed that this warrior would be molested by Uncle Draco.

"It's only a second-year course, and you can't keep up? It's a disgrace to Slytherin!"

"..." The warrior lowered his head, obediently being scolded.

Although Draco has been laughing and teasing gossip about his godfather and the Weasley twins these two days, in fact, he has already been suffocated in his heart.

who is he!He was the godson who was brought up by Snape since he was a child. When it comes to choosing an apprentice, no matter what aspect it is, in terms of qualifications, understanding of his godfather's life habits, personality and temperament...

Is there anyone more suitable than him?

Hmph, why not him?

Draco completely forgot that it was he himself who told Harry and others that choosing an apprentice was like choosing a wife...

What Draco is thinking about right now is...

Teach, father, actually, but, no, choose, him!

small theater:

Snape: Ah-choo!

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