[HP] Mrs. Snape

Going home was a rare moment of relaxation for Snape.

The Dark Lord almost regards Hogwarts as his backyard, he can come and leave whenever he wants!And Dumbledore, although the old man is nowhere to be seen now, he is like a mountain pressing on his head, preventing him from letting go!And there are those two watchdogs, sometimes he can't wait to get Avada to go there, at least casting the Imperius Curse is like letting two rabid dogs bite everywhere!It's a pity that he still doesn't dare to...

Well, it's really aggrieved to think about it. What kind of thing is he as the principal!

The students are not worried, one by one, their heads are like dung eggs!I only know that rampage, blatantly angering two mad dogs is a sense of accomplishment?Is it proud to be regarded as a hero when you get injured all over your body?The resistance gave everyone hope? !fart!Defying Voldemort with a bunch of their teenage kids?There are no wizards left, right?Apart from causing trouble for him, it has no effect!If it weren't for his protection, Longbottom's group would have died [-] times long ago. You must know that the lives of the Carlo brothers and sisters were not seventy or eighty, but thirty or forty!A group of brats who only have armor spells at their maximum strength?He just wants to hehe...

How dare he go to his office to steal the sword!Dumbledore asked him to secretly send the Gryffindor sword to Potter. What role did these Gryffindor students play in it?How much do they know?Snape himself was not sure, and the Gryffindor sword even attracted the arrival of the Dark Lord. Fortunately, he sent the unscrupulous students to the Forbidden Forest early, and lied that they were just a group of brainless students pranking to survive Otherwise, he couldn't imagine what would happen!In front of the Dark Lord, almost no one can survive as long as he is linked with Potter...

Walking quickly in the corridors of Hogwarts, facing a group of students who shivered and hid away when they saw him, waking up from Arya's soft and fragrant pillow, and the joy brought by an incomparably delicious breakfast The mood is all gone at this moment!

"So, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher just wanted me to read these, um, big characters?" Snape looked sullenly at the yellow-toothed "Carol the Hunchback".

"Harry Potter Army! It was Dumbledore's Army before! Now there is Harry Potter Army!" the hunchback Carlo roared excitedly, as if a plate of rotten meat was placed in front of him, "This is It's forbidden, it can't appear!"

"Then erase it." Snape squinted at Amycus Carrow, who was jumping up and down, resisting the urge to flatten his doughy face, and said as calmly as possible.Arya was right, he couldn't let a fool affect his mood.

"But it can't be wiped off at all!" Carlo yelled angrily, pointing his wand at the stone wall.

Of course it can't be wiped off, the ink is filled with living dragon's blood, unless the wall is demolished, it is impossible to fade, but the headmaster of Hogwarts, who is in a very bad mood, will not kindly fill in the lack of knowledge in front of him. A brain that can be described is not his student!

Behind the hands, the voice said in a silky voice: "Then find a way, Amycus, you are the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, not me. If you can't do it, I don't mind telling the master to find another teacher who can. "Let you sue me in front of the Dark Lord!

Seeing Carlo's bruised face, the principal, who was in a much better mood, turned around and walked two steps leisurely, then turned around and pretended to look at the watch on his wrist, and said, "Remind you, Professor Carlo, it's only two minutes before the students finish class." It's 10 minutes, don't let the students see Harry Potter's name appearing in any corner of this school, otherwise, you know the consequences."

Stepping on the warm dragon leather boots Arya bought for him, Snape walked towards the principal's office humming in his heart, be angry, what else can you do but be angry!Heh, even if the Dark Lord suspects him and the Order of the Phoenix wants to drink his blood, they can't do anything to him, let alone you, a little third-rate Death Eater? !snort!

Twenty minutes later, Andrew walked through the corridor at a pace almost similar to that of the headmaster. He, Ackerman, Gary, and Alice walked in the front, surrounded by Slytherin students of the same grade, laughing and laughing. Playing around, behind them was a group of first-year students, chirping at every step like fluffy chicks, following behind them.

"I think we are mother chickens." Ackerman glanced behind and another group of first-year Hufflepuffs followed, frowning.

Andrew laughed out loud. This situation slowly appeared after the school started. At first, it was only their Slytherin students. There were no Muggle-born students in this year's Slytherin, but there were three mixed-bloods. Blood registration made them even more helpless. can escape.As the prefect, Andrew asked the three of them to follow the seniors to seek protection as much as possible when going to and from class. Unexpectedly, the next day, when he went to the restaurant, these children followed him in step!

Then the team slowly expanded, and the first Muggle freshmen of Hufflepuff asked Andrew fearfully, if they could also follow, they were afraid of Professor Carroll, well, what can Andrew say?Follow along, Muggle students are almost like targets this year. Carlo just put two Muggle students in confinement two days ago, and then tortured them with the Cruciatus Curse... At least the Carlo brothers and sisters did not dare to do this to Slytherin, It is only a moment to be able to shelter for a while.

Passing by the hall on the first floor, the Carlo brothers and sisters jumped angrily at the big "Harry Potter Army" writing on the wall. Andrew raised his head high and said lightly: "Mr. Carlo, Ms. Carlo's day." Ann." Without looking sideways, he led a group of chicks past the two of them and went to the restaurant.

"Who did it?" After walking away, Ackerman covered his mouth and asked in a low voice.

Andrew shrugged, I don't know, a new small group, right?It's definitely not a DA member, or it's purely a prank. After all, not everyone has the courage of Neville Longbottom's group.

"Hi, Luna. Good afternoon." As soon as they entered the auditorium, the first-year freshmen behind Andrew dispersed like birds and beasts, and Andrew nodded to a girl in weird clothes.He and Luna met a few times in the Forbidden Forest last year. At that time, she was lying barefoot in the grass under the tree. Andrew thought she was very cute, and many things were very imaginative.

"Good afternoon, Andrew." Luna's erratic voice came from under the tall headgear. She was wearing a pumpkin-shaped hat today, and it was a blue pumpkin. "Are you free for the Christmas break? My dad said he found the horn of the Snork, and I can ask you to have a look."

Um?really have?He had heard Luna talk about the horned snoring beast before, and he always thought that Luna made it up, "Really? Your dad is amazing, and I'm looking forward to it. It's a pity that I have something to do this Christmas, next time Is it? You must see the horned snoring beast then."

After chatting with Luna for a while, Andrew walked to the Slytherin table and sat between Gary and Ackerman.

"You can have a lively chat with the crazy girl Luna, Andrew, I really admire you." Ackerman said with a curled lip.

"What's wrong with Luna? She's so cute!" Andrew said, picking up a piece of lettuce, but as soon as the words fell, the knife and fork in Alice's hand fell to the plate, and Gary and Ackerman almost threw The food in my mouth sprayed out.

"Evil," Andrew slapped the two of them in disgust, keeping away from them.

"Dude, are you sure?" Gary exclaimed, "You really think she's, uh, cute?"

Ackerman and Alice stared at Andrew, almost as if they were aliens.

"Yeah, it's cute!" Andrew frowned, not understanding what his friends were fussing about.

Alice was about to cry, but Ackerman supported his head in a look that he couldn't bear to look straight at, shaking his head all the time.

Gary quietly pointed to the sixth grader next to them and asked, "Andrew, to be honest, do you think she is cute?" He was talking about Astoria Greengrass, a sixth grader with long eyelashes and a pair Sweet dimples, like a Barbie doll.

"Well, it's okay." Andrew glanced at Greengrass, she happened to look over, the two looked at each other, Andrew smiled implicitly and nodded in greeting.

"Compared to Luna?"

"Um……"

"He hesitated, he hesitated, he hesitated!" Ackerman almost jumped off the bench.

"Enn, quiet Ackerman, Andrew, what about that, what about that Weasley." Gary asked with his chin pointing at the bright red girl on the Gryffindor long table.

"Oh, Ginny." Andrew looked over his shoulder. "She's very interesting. Her bat spell is absolutely amazing."

"Then do you think she's pretty?" Gary continued to ask.

"Pretty? No, I don't think so. Too, um," Andrew shrugged and seemed a little embarrassed, "You know, she's a nice person, but she looks, um, a little too delicate."

Gary and Ackerman looked at each other, Alice almost forgot to eat, and stared at Andrew dumbfounded.

"Then who do you think is beautiful?" Gary asked almost tremblingly.

Andrew glanced across the long Hufflepuff table, his face flushed red. "Annabel," his voice sounded like a mosquito.

"Who? Who?" Ackerman asked loudly, unable to hear clearly.

"Annabel." Alice murmured the name in confusion.

"Who is she?" Gary looked at his shy friend inexplicably.

"Annabelle Winston, fifth grade Hufflepuff, Andrew joined the classical music club for her last year." Jim, who had been silent all this time, said lightly, "Hey, that's the one, brown hair, blue eyes, head It has a butterfly hairpin pinned to it."

"Shua!" Almost half of the Slytherin students on the table turned their heads to the long Hufflepuff table in unison, "Hi!" Unexpectedly, so many people overheard their conversation, Andrew blushed and growled angrily. .

But it didn't work at all. Suddenly there was a constant gasp on the long Slytherin table, and Ackerman stared exaggeratedly, his hands trembling, "Dude! Are you sure? That's really Annabel Winston ?”

"Of course," Jim rolled his eyes at the restless Ackerman, and shrugged, "I saw Andrew with her the night before... Oh my, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let's stop talking, buddy." Jim Tilting his head to avoid the drumstick thrown by Andrew, he laughed and waved his hands quickly.In Andrew's blushing face, a zipper motion was made on the mouth.

Ackerman still can't believe that his good friend's aesthetics are so bad!Turning around and riding on the bench while Andrew wasn't paying attention, he yelled, "Hi, Annabelle!"

"Huh? What's the matter?" A girl with a round, ruddy, apple-like face on the long Hufflepuff table turned her head to look at them. Andrew's head was almost buried in the plate, and his hands were useless. Grab Ackerman and tell him to shut up!

"Oh my God, it's true! How could you fall in love with her, Andrew!" A fifth-year Slytherin girl who was sitting not far from them was almost crying, and the heartbroken shout made the entire auditorium freeze instantly. There was no sound!

Andrew had tucked his head into the robe, not just his face, but now his neck was all red.

Two or three seconds later, there was a "wow", like water dripping into a frying pan, and the Hogwarts Great Hall was boiling. Everyone laughed and followed Andrew and Annabelle. Many people even started to slap the table and shout. "Kiss one! Kiss one!"

Even the teachers on the teacher's bench stopped, and looked at the two figures on the long table of Hufflepuff and Slytherin with a smile, almost shrinking under the table like quails.

The auditorium was in chaos. Many people stood up and wanted to see who the girl Andrew Dashwood fell in love with. Even the Slytherin students raised their necks and looked at Hufflepuff like geese. Ann Nabel had already buried his head in his companion's arms, not daring to look up.

"Wow", Andrew stood up abruptly, rushed to the Hufflepuff table and pulled Annabelle up while everyone was laughing, and ran out of the auditorium as if escaping. The wedding fireworks were conjured up, and someone at the Gryffindor table even blew the wedding march!

Even though Andrew and Annabelle had disappeared, the auditorium still couldn't calm down. Although Andrew's reputation was not as great as that of Harry Potter, Andrew Dashwood was not an unknown person in Hogwarts, especially for the For this year's first-year freshmen and some lower-grade students, he is almost their patron saint!And inside Slytherin, Dashwood's name is much easier to use than Potter...

He had a crush on a Hufflepuff!This is something that many Slytherin students don't want to believe, especially girls!

Gary and Ackerman looked at Alice, whose face was as gloomy as the sky now, and whose hands were trembling, looked at each other tacitly, and shook their heads secretly.

In the afternoon Potions class, Professor Slughorn had already arrived, and Andrew hurried into the classroom with his schoolbag in his arms, "Oh, Andrew is here, have you gone on a date with your girlfriend?" Professor Slughorn He smiled and said to Andrew who had just sat down.

His face was red again, and there was a sound of panting all around. Ackerman covered his mouth and laughed "Puff-Puff-Puff". Those who didn't know it thought there was a pot of boiling water here!

When it was dinner time, almost all the teachers and students in the school knew about it. Naturally, the two of them couldn't go to the restaurant to eat. Andrew simply took Annabelle to the kitchen. They secretly smiled at them, and even the ghostly fat friar of Hufflepuff College winked at Andrew and Annabelle who were holding hands and smiled ambiguously.

"Master, is this your girlfriend?" Kreacher repelled the other elves ferociously, brought a large plate of delicious food for the two, stood at Andrew's feet and squinted at Annabelle, and asked in a low voice.

Annabelle's red face became even redder, she simply turned her back while holding the fruit juice, Andrew smiled and looked at her back and said to Kreacher: "Yes, Kreacher. This is my girlfriend Annabelle, Bell , this is my good friend Kreacher."

"Oh, hello Kreacher. Nice to meet you." Annabel didn't think it was a weird thing that Andrew had a house-elf friend at all, and said with a smile while grabbing Kreacher's hand enthusiastically.

Andrew's "good friend" made Kreacher scream excitedly, and it took them a while to calm him down. Andrew and Annabel were able to get away when they were stuffed in the kitchen until their stomachs burst. Just like that, the pockets of their robes were still full of this kind of food.

After sending Annabelle back to the dormitory, Andrew walked slowly back to the Slytherin cellar with his stomach outstretched. He didn't dare to walk too fast, and his stomach would hurt if he walked too fast.

"Look. Who's back!" Ackerman yelled mischievously as soon as Andrew entered the lounge.

"Go, go aside!" Pretending to be angry and pushing Ackerman away, Andrew lay on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief, "It's too much! One house elf's enthusiasm is unbearable, let alone hundreds, Bell said she ate until her stomach burst."

As soon as Andrew finished speaking, the people around him fell silent for an instant. Ackerman was the first to speak, and asked with some hesitation: "So, Andrew, are you really with that Hufflepuff?"

"Annabel!" Andrew opened his eyes and corrected.

"Yes, yes, Annabelle," Ackerman sat on the sofa opposite Andrew, and corrected his words politely: "Are you two really in a relationship?"

"Of course, we've been together since last year." As soon as Andrew finished speaking, several people screamed.

Ignoring the eavesdroppers behind him, Andrew sat up and said with a smile, "Yeah, Bell finally agreed to date me last year, but she didn't want to make it public. I didn't want to agree to it at first, after all, she is so beautiful. Girl, there must be many people who like her, and not disclosing it puts me under a lot of pressure, but she is very persistent, so I can only agree."

The sound of breathing continued. Compared with the girls who eavesdropped, Ackerman and Gary were more concerned about Andrew's weird aesthetics. The two looked at each other, and finally Gary took the lead and said, "Andrew, I want to ask you something, Do you really think Annabelle is beautiful?"

"Of course," Andrew replied without hesitation.

"Uh, what do you think is beautiful about her?" Ackerman looked at Andrew cautiously like a critically ill patient.

"Everywhere is beautiful, you don't know Aman, when I first saw her, I thought oh my god, I'm done. Really!" Andrew got up and sat cross-legged on the sofa, stretching his neck and whispering to his good friend, "The pink face, the soft skin that can almost pinch water, and her smile, just like a sunflower, so brilliant." Andrew smirked, "I didn't even dare to say hello at first, but later Knowing that she likes classical music, I plucked up the courage to join the club. Professor Fei Liwei assigned me to a group with her. She was a violinist and I played the piano. We slowly started talking...hehe." I don't know Thinking of something, Andrew lowered his head and blushed shyly and laughed.

"So you like apples?" Ackerman said, unable to bear to look directly.

"Huh? What?"

"Aman means you like, uh, chubby girls?" Gary added.

"Meaty?" Andrew tilted his head and thought, "I don't know, anyway, I liked her very much at first sight, and thought she was the most beautiful."

Well, giving up the treatment completely, Ackerman and Gary shrugged, and Jim added: "Actually, it's okay, although Annabelle is a little rounder, but the facial features look quite delicate, and the most important thing is that Andrew likes it. "

"That's right," Ackerman patted Andrew's shoulder and said with a smile: "Besides, her family background is not bad. Her father is the vice president of St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital, and her mother also works in St. Mungo's. Your family is pure blood, at least at this time it won't cause trouble for you."

"Huh?" Andrew looked at Ackerman in surprise. "How do you know?"

"Dude! As soon as you took your Bell and left at noon, the fifth-year Slytherin students took out Annabelle's great-grandfather before class in the afternoon! I'm afraid the whole Slytherin knows by now! You know, you But a man with a support group!" Ackerman patted Andrew on the shoulder sympathetically, and whispered.

Well, Andrew lowered his head in discouragement, he now understands the reason why Annabelle did not agree to disclose the relationship, this feeling of privacy being hollowed out is really bad!

Gary and Ackerman glanced at each other. What they didn't say was that no matter how much everyone gossips, they didn't know what Andrew's family background was like. They only knew that he was a pure-blood when he was registered, and his mysterious father seemed to be That ancient member of the fallen Prince family.