[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom went back and had a good sleep.

When he got up, he was very glad that he didn't have a cold, otherwise he would have to go to the hospital wing to drink cold medicine, and his ears would be "whirring" like a steam train for hours on end...ahhh, how embarrassing! Thanks for meeting Professor Sinistra!

When he was sitting at the long table in the hall choosing breakfast, he saw Harry and Ron walking over with sleep-deprived expressions on their faces and sitting down next to him.

"Did you go on a night out?" Tom asked, looking at the obvious dark circles on Harry's face.

"No."

"No."

Harry and Ron replied listlessly one after another.

"Then how-"

"How can you sleep?" Ron asked in surprise, "Think about it, the incarnation of the black terror of Hogwarts is actually full of care for the students. Maybe when we can't see it, Following every student's back with loving eyes -" he shuddered, "I can't sleep just thinking about this."

"I was asleep." Harry said with dull eyes, "Then I dreamed about the Quidditch match, Snape was the referee, and he smiled happily and praised me for flying well -" He slowly turned his eyes Moved to the empty seat on the professor's chair, "I woke up with a fright."

"Snape smiled happily and praised you..." Ron shuddered again at this description and rubbed his arm, "Stop talking, stop talking...I'm about to have a picture."

"Speaking of which, I don't think I saw Snape today?" Ron asked.

"This kind of thing," Tom said, "As long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed."

"Stop talking nonsense." Hermione dragged her heavy schoolbag over and said impatiently, "Have you figured out how to apologize to Professor Snape?" 7K妏婩

The dark circles under her eyes were also obvious: "I stayed up late last night and typed a draft. Please listen to it."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a long, crumpled piece of parchment, full of underlines and corrections, and read in a measured tone: "Dear Professor Snape——"

"Stop it!" Harry and Ron shouted together, as if they were forced to eat snot-flavored beans.

"Kill me," Ron said desperately. "Even if I apologize, I will never call Snape 'Dear Professor' -"

"Okay," Hermione took out her pen, "then 'Dear Professor Snape'. I have thought about it, and originally thought that using 'Dear Professor' might make him feel happier who cares so much about his students, and make it appear to the students that How much I adore him.”

Tom felt that Professor Snape might not be happy to hear this. He would probably prefer Hogwarts to apparate so that he could disappear in place.

But there is no way. They have done something wrong as students. Regardless of whether the other party accepts it or forgives it, it is appropriate and necessary to apologize to the professor.

"When do you plan to go?" Tom asked.

"Isn't there a Potions class this afternoon?" Hermione replied, "The sooner the better, let's go to the classroom in advance and apologize to the professor before class!"

She looked at the boys sternly: "You have to memorize the apology script during the break in the morning! I divided it into several sections. First, we have to apologize for our previous disrespectful attitude towards the professor. They are divided into the following five sections. smaller--"

Harry raised his hands to rub his eyes in pain, feeling like tears were about to fall: "Hermione, do you really think that Snape-" he reluctantly added the title, "-Professor Snape can listen to us. Long story?"

"Is this an apology or a detailed explanation of the basis for deducting points for being an enemy?" Ron asked.

Hermione was asked.

"I think the most important thing for us is to apologize sincerely. As for explaining the reasons...doesn't the professor know clearly?" Tom said, "Even if he wants to deduct points, it is right. If we are worried about college points, we will work hard to earn them." Just come back."

Ron and Harry nodded under the pressure of the two top students' gazes and said that they would work hard to earn points in the future.

"Then we need to prepare in advance." Hermione said without doubt, "Practice bowing and apologizing, and make sure it is consistent."

The morning time flew by quickly, and it was afternoon in a blink of an eye. At Hermione's urging, they were the first to arrive at the Potions classroom, but the Potions Master was not there.

"Professor Snape must be really sad." Hermione said worriedly, "He used to always wait for classes early. Alas, what a responsible professor he is!"

The boys exchanged helpless looks.

Since discovering that they had misunderstood Professor Snape, the guilty little witch seemed to want to make amends, so now she would not miss any opportunity to dig out Professor Snape's highlights and praise Professor Snape.

"Let's go find him in the office!" Hermione said.

Unfortunately, the door to the office was closed. No matter how hard they knocked, no one opened the door. The little snake sculpture on the door handle also remained motionless, pretending that it was just an ordinary piece of art - if the tip of the snake's tail hadn't swayed from time to time, they would have almost believed it.

"Let's go back to the classroom," Tom said. "Knocking on the door all the time is annoying. We can apologize to the professor after he finishes class."

He reminded Harry: "Harry, you have to be mentally prepared. Professor Snape will probably be angry with you during this time."

"I know." Harry looked at death with a look on his face. "This is what I deserve. I did something wrong in the first place." Although he was frightened awake last night by dreaming about the amiable Snape, after knowing After realizing that the black-faced professor actually cared about him, he was still very happy.

Having had an unfortunate childhood, he cherishes every bit of kindness.

Professor Snape was indeed still angry with him. As soon as he walked in, he pointed at the classroom door, looked at Harry with unfathomable dark eyes, and said briefly: "Get out."

The Slytherins looked at Harry with evil intentions and gloating, but no one laughed out loud, and no one dared to irritate Professor Snape, who seemed very untouchable at the moment.

Harry stood up bewildered.

If Snape had dared to speak like this two days ago, Harry would have roared like an angry little lion and asked him why. But now Harry was facing a teacher who cared for him but was hurt by him, and felt a little guilty. He also felt a little aggrieved because the teacher was angry with him and wanted to kick him out.

How strange, Harry thought.

Is there any wonder in this? If you fall when you are alone, you can just get up and continue walking. But if there are people who care about you, you will suddenly feel the pain of the fall. I wish I could sit on the ground and cry in grievance, waiting for the other party to come over and give me a good hug.

Harry stood still, looking up at the professor.

"Get out." The professor repeated, his tone not wavering at all.

A thin layer of tears appeared in Harry's green eyes. He lowered his head, swept the things into his schoolbag, and slowly moved towards the classroom door with the schoolbag, hoping that the professor would suddenly change his mind.

Hermione jerked violently to stand - Tom caught her arm.

"Don't." He breathed out through his teeth. Hermione had no idea how many twists and turns there were behind this story! "Don't panic," he reassured Hermione.

Harry slowly moved to the door, but did not go out. He looked at the professor pitifully while holding his schoolbag, sniffling, but stubbornly not letting tears fall.

Professor Snape glanced at him and looked away quickly as if he had been pricked by a needle, but did not continue to ask Harry to go out, and acquiesced to him standing at the door.

"Turn the book to page 74," he said flatly, "Today I will learn a new potion. Read the production process and mark down the key points of brewing it. Start now."

Harry was sensitively aware of Professor Snape's concession, grinned a little, then hurriedly pulled out the textbook, and opened the book with everyone else.

When get out of class was over, Harry, who had been standing at the only entrance, successfully blocked Professor Snape.

"S-Professor Snape!" He summoned up the courage to shout, not caring that the students in the classroom were not finished yet.

"Changing the professor's name without authorization will result in five points deducted from Gryffindor."

"Professor Snape," Harry's voice dropped, but he still didn't step aside, "I want to apologize to you!"

He looked at Snape sincerely and said seriously: "I'm sorry!"

Hermione followed with a trembling voice: "I also want to apologize to Professor Snape! I'm sorry, Professor!"

"I'm sorry for everything, Professor," Tom said.

Ron suppressed his blush and yelled, "I'm sorry!"

Snape didn't even look back at the other students. He stared back at Harry with blank eyes and said nothing for a long time.

Harry looked at him earnestly, hoping that the professor could see from his eyes that he was sincerely remorseful and that he really had no intention of hurting anyone who cared about him. There were so few people who truly cared about him, and the genuine kindness between people was so rare and valuable that he didn't want to lose it at all.

Maybe the Sorting Hat was right. Harry thought. He may also be suitable for Slytherin, after all, he is like a greedy snake, hovering and guarding every bit of concern that belongs to him, showing his threatening fangs at any enemy who wants to take them away.

"You..." Professor Snape finally spoke. His tone was very soft and strange. Harry couldn't tell how many complicated emotions it contained.

"You never have to apologize to me," he said.

Then he pushed Harry past him and strode away.