HP through the autumn

After the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, things were quiet again.

In addition to reading homework every day, Harry is thinking about what spells should be taught during the DA assembly.After being suspended by Umbridge, his Quidditch training was gone, and his life was much more leisurely than Ron's.

However, for Qiu, the busy life has just begun.

The upcoming Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff made Roger extremely nervous, even though it wasn't his first time playing Quidditch, nor his first time as captain.

"This is our first game after a year," Roger told the players during a training session, "so everyone must cheer up."

It was six o'clock in the morning on the weekend.Hogwarts mornings in November were terribly cold, and the grass was covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost.The Ravenclaw players huddled together and listened to Roger's impassioned speech, wishing to use a broom to stun Roger, who had frantically called them to the stadium for training.

"We'd be refreshed if you'd get us a little more sleep," Laurie yawned. "Wouldn't you, Cho?"

She didn't get any reply, turned her head and saw that Qiu was sleeping soundly with her broom in her arms, as sweet as if she was in the warm dormitory upstairs in Ravenclaw Tower.

"Ladies!" Roger raised his voice trying to attract their attention, Laurie looked at him obediently, but Cho was not awakened by his loud voice at all.

Laurie elbowed her, and Cho opened her eyes to see Roger looking at her: "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you nervous about the Hufflepuff match soon?" Roger asked.

"I'm very nervous, but no matter how nervous I am, I can't fly in the dark sky." Qiu replied with a yawn.

The other players sighed in unison, looking at the dark blue sky that was not yet illuminated by the sun at six o'clock in the morning.

The time for Quidditch training was extended and the frequency increased, which left Qiu with no free time at all.She rushed straight from the kitchen to the court every day, and Laurie would help her bring the broom to the court. After training, she went directly to the kitchen and entrusted Laurie with the Firebolt again.She didn't even have time to go to the long table to admire Crabbe's pained expression as he looked at a table of food and could only hold his cheek.

Roger was very moved: "It seems that she worked very hard during training, but she was so hungry."

The juice from the squill bulbs had been added to the potion, and during this time she had to make sure to stir vigorously for at least two hours a day.She had been absent from all of the DA's gatherings lately, preoccupied with pouring out her potions in the kitchen.

The bicep of Qiu's right arm has been fully exercised, so that the arm has grown significantly thicker.

"Look at your arms, they're so strong. You'll be able to hold on to your broom when you're flying." Laurie once said, pinching her muscles. "Roger will be very pleased."

Qiu: "If you say one more word, I will swing this strong arm and hit you."

Laurie did shut up.

This made Qiu even more depressed, and Laurie's performance fully proved the deterrent effect of this arm.

She really wanted to stir with her left hand, but this could not guarantee an even and stable stirring speed.Due to the interplay between the spell and the potion, she also cannot use magic to let the stirring stick concentrate on stirring.

All she could do was continue to stir the pot of goo resignedly, and she'd be able to move on to the next step in a week, when she wouldn't have to stir the potion so often.

Looking at his well-developed biceps, Qiu suddenly became interested in Professor Snape recently.

As a potions professor, he must have worked so hard to stir the potions. Doesn't Professor Snape have a strong arm?

During Potions class, her eyes wandered uncontrollably over Professor Snape's arm, trying to see if his arms were of different thicknesses.

Such gaze was spotted by Professor Snape at the first time.

Ever since that confrontation in fifth year, Snape had been ignoring her.When he was in class, he never glanced at her area, and when he met in the corridor, he never glanced at her, as if there was no such person at all.And when Cho put her homework on the podium, he was either looking down at his book, or scanning the others in the room, as if a cloud of air had just drifted by with a bottle of potion.

Snape still remembered Dumbledore's instructions after the Triwizard Tournament: "Severus, I hope you can pay attention to this girl."

"Just because she's Potter's little girlfriend?" Snape sneered.

"Because she always has a very different view of what happened to Harry." Dumbledore said calmly, "She came to me twice before the third game and told me her opinion of Harry." Leigh's Game [-] concerns. I have to admit a lot of her speculations I hadn't thought of before, and they all came true."

"You don't want me to give her extra tutoring, do you?" Snape said.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I know there was some unhappiness between the two of you."

He blinked his bright blue eyes, and looked at Snape with a smile: "But that thing is indeed too much for a Slytherin student, and it's just too rude to call him that."

Snape was silent, he had used that word before, but even worse than Malfoy, he used that word to describe his best friend, best...

"She believed at that time that Voldemort hadn't really disappeared," Dumbledore returned to the previous topic, "what's more rare is that she can think of aspects that we rarely consider, such as Voldemort's primary goal is to get Harry's blood to resurrect."

Snape: "Don't you think she guessed a little too well?"

Dumbledore replied with a smile: "It's a bit too accurate. But her reason is very good, but she thinks a little more than ordinary people. It is understandable to think more for the person you like."

Snape pouted, noncommittal.

"I'm not asking you to give her some extra care," Dumbledore continued, "I just hope you can pay attention to her usual performance."

Snape nodded slightly, agreeing.There is no way not to agree, Dumbledore always has a thousand ways to make him agree.

Obviously, during this Potions class, Cho's eyes caught Snape's attention.Her eyes darting over him couldn't have been more obvious, following Snape wherever he went in the classroom, making Snape uncomfortable.

If other students dared to look at him like this, he would have already deducted points.But since that conflict, Snape didn't want to have any contact with this student at all. When he saw her, he always thought of "Mudblood", Lily, and even more annoying Potter.

Both the big one and the small one are annoying.

He wished he would never see her again, but he followed the student at Dumbledore's request.

There was absolutely no one in this world more troublemaker than Dumbledore, Snape cursed.

Cho couldn't see Snape's arm through his dark robes.Snape's robes were always so baggy and heavy, and the nickname "Dark Old Bat" definitely did not come from the students' deep grudge against Snape.

He really is like a pitch-black bat.

"What are you doing?" Laurie was horrified to find that her partner was staring at Professor Snape non-stop. They were separated from the professor by half the classroom, but Laurie could still feel the displeasure emanating from Snape. breath.

"I'd like to see if Professor Snape's right arm is also muscular."

Hearing Cho's answer, Laurie gasped and almost threw the newt eyes out of her hands: "That's Snape. Are you crazy?"

Looking at Laurie's almost collapsed expression, Qiu suddenly realized that Snape had been so kind to her this year that she forgot what kind of teacher Snape was.She immediately lowered her head and concentrated on handling the potion ingredients, vowing not to raise her head again during this class.

Snape was delighted to find that the eyes behind him had finally disappeared. Although he didn't know what made the student suddenly pay attention to him, he sincerely hoped that the two of them would ignore each other forever.If she bowed her head another five minutes later, he would definitely deduct ten points from Ravenclaw and fine her to do a week's labor service at Filch's.

Harry hadn't had a proper word with his girlfriend since the match, and she always seemed to come and go in a hurry, either on her way to class or on her way to Quidditch practice.

She doesn't even eat in the hall anymore, she spends all her extra-curricular time in the kitchen.As long as Ravenclaw wasn't practicing Quidditch, Harry was sure to see her when he walked into the kitchen.

To make matters worse, even when he was standing next to her, she looked absent-minded.All her attention was on the damn cauldron, and the only responses he got when he talked to her were "Really?" "Amazing!" "Me too!"

"Umbridge recently went to review our Care of Magical Creatures class." Harry leaned against the edge of the table, watching Cho laboriously stir her potion.

"Really?" she said.

"Hagrid talked about thestrals in class, an animal that only people who have faced death face to face can see. But I didn't see anything."

"Me too." She stirred intently.

"I like Ron." Harry tried to get her attention.

"Really?" She stared at the cauldron and stirred vigorously.

"I like Ron," Harry repeated.

"It's amazing!" She continued to look at her potion.

"I like Ron!" Harry said louder.

"Me too!" she replied.

"I like Snape!" Harry gave up completely.

Qiu raised his head and looked at him in astonishment.

Harry: "That's all you can hear, isn't it?"

"I think she's been ignoring me lately," Harry complained to Ron on the way to class. "I doubt she's in love with her cauldron."

"You're jealous of a cauldron." Ron shook with laughter. "I thought only people who were in love with Snape would be jealous of a cauldron."

"Weasley! Potter!" A gloomy voice came from behind, "Ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor for disrespecting the teacher."

The author has something to say:

I found that the chapters with a relatively high click-through rate are related to not wearing clothes, abs, kissing, etc... You guys...

Snape also had a relationship with the Crucible... I remember there was such an article, but I only read the beginning