HP: What happened to me at Hogwarts

Time flies, and a semester has passed like that. Generally speaking, the final exam has verified the learning results of everyone in the past year.

Diana looked at the transcripts of those students, and frowned. She didn't expect that the class of students she taught would fail. The pass rate of thousands of students only reached 80.00%, and the rest of them wrote nonsense.

Looking at the backs of the students leaving, Diana could no longer hide her joy.

The kids are off, which means Diana is off too.

"Professor, welcome to my house as a guest."

"Yes, the professor will come to my house too."

Students passed by Diana one by one, and many students invited Diana to visit their homes during the holidays. Diana said, "Yes, yes, definitely."

In fact, only Diana herself knew that this was just a perfunctory method that she had learned over the years, which made those Diana's little blue-faced confidants feel pity.

Throughout the holiday, I stared at the direction of the door absent-mindedly, trying to see the figure I had been obsessed with.

As for what Diana is doing during the holidays, she goes to teach the son of Barty Crouch, the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, in the morning, and goes to Severus' home in the afternoon, in name of giving Severus a small stove, In fact, Diana just wanted to make him do what Severus did when he was confined, so that he could experience his own suffering.

In the evening, I went to drink tea with Dumbledore, and talked about the idea of ​​changing my major to teach by the way. In the end, Dumbledore, who was so annoying, agreed to Diana's request.

Dumbledore felt that he hadn't had such a difficult few days in his life. If he kept Diana down, his phoenix's hair would be bald, and his candies were gone. Take as much as she can eat.

The topics they talked about were more than those of the aunts in the vegetable market outside, and they were gossips. This Diana would often ask stories about her youth, and the questions she asked would stab Dumbledore in the heart like a knife.

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Severus poured the prepared potion into the crucible bit by bit according to the method Diana taught him. Watching the ingredients slowly melt, Severus felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. sense of accomplishment.

Looking at Diana lying on the rocking chair reading a book, Severus seemed to be filled with an inexplicable emotion.

She would always be like this, Severus felt, and she would always be doing her own thing in silence where he could see him looking up.

But Severus didn't know why, as long as he saw Diana, even if she didn't do or say anything, he would feel very at ease. This feeling was felt by his mother, relatives and friends, even Lily. Severus didn't feel it.

"What's wrong? Ready?"

Feeling that someone was watching her all the time, Diana raised her head and looked at the little boy in black, looking straight at herself like that, Diana was a little puzzled, but thinking of his social fear, Diana understood, this kid probably It's introverted, so I'm embarrassed to disturb you when I see myself reading a book when I'm done.

"Okay." Hearing Diana's question, Severus gave Diana the potion that had been prepared and put in the bottle like a treasure.

The golden potion seemed to have stars in it, eye-catching.

"It's great, little Sif, I really didn't misunderstand you. You are a natural master of potions. If you can continue on this road unswervingly, you will be rich and famous in the future."

Diana praised without hesitation.

Hearing Diana's compliment, Severus smiled back in embarrassment, his little face turned red.