HP in the name of Slytherin

Professor Slughorn came here casually. I don’t know what other colleges are like. Anyway, Catherine has not seen this professor a few times in a month. He is always in a hurry and does not have much contact with the students.

He glanced around the podium and greeted everyone with a smile: "Good afternoon, little wizards."

"Good afternoon, Professor Slughorn."

Catherine was sure that Professor Slughorn noticed that they had changed places, but his eyes didn't stay for more than a second and he didn't seem to care.

"Today we are going to learn how to make scabies potion..."

He wrote down the precautions on the blackboard and did not demonstrate in person. Maybe it was because the demonstration in person took too long?

In short, he completed the class task in half an hour, and the remaining time was for the students to brew the potion themselves.

Catherine had been paying attention to Snape. The little black-haired wizard was taking notes in the textbook very seriously. She was not really doing charity. One month of observation was enough for her to confirm that Snape was very talented in potions.

Today she came to see Snape's level in person... and was lazy.

After Snape finished writing the last paragraph of his note, he looked up and saw Catherine sitting there motionless.

Professor Slughorn has already asked everyone to take action, and the little wizards around him have begun to take action, making Catherine seem out of place in the classroom.

Of course, Miss Slytherin didn't feel embarrassed at all. Seeing him raise his head, she raised her chin and said to him: "Do it, Mr. Snape~"

The cry of "Mr. Snape" was quite teasing, and Snape could tell that Catherine really didn't want to move at all.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Professor Slughorn. The fat professor had already wandered over to Hufflepuff.

I don't know if Hufflepuffs are not very clever when it comes to potions, but he always pays attention to that in every class.

Snape silently began to deal with the medicinal ingredients, which he did very smoothly, even rummaging through the bucket to find the right slug with tentacles.

Catherine felt uncomfortable all over when she saw those bugs lying limp and secreting mucus. God knows how she got through Potions class in the past month.

Seeing Snape taking them out one by one with an expressionless look on his face, Catherine was so happy - she had found a real Potions partner!

"That's great, Mr. Snape. I'll leave it to you for the future Potions homework." Catherine sat at the table with her head propped up on one hand.

She was the most laid-back in the entire classroom, but the little wizards all turned a blind eye to this. Even Professor Slughorn just walked over without any reminder.

Snape looked at Catherine and then at the squirming slugs on the table, swallowed the unnecessary words, pursed his lips and began to deal with it.

Catherine dragged the chair slightly closer to him, continued to support her head, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely pass the exam."

Snape's lips moved, trying to say that he wasn't worried, or that something was wrong with Professor Slughorn's attitude to change the subject? Her head was a little messy, and she took another look at Catherine, whose hair was hanging down like a waterfall on one side, lazing like a cat basking in the sun, and continued to remain silent.

It just felt like the temperature in the classroom was a little hot, and Snape felt that his face and hands were hot...Catherine kept looking at him, and he smelled a very light fragrance that was different from the bitter smell of potions classroom.

He calmed down. He had been sitting a few rows behind Catherine. He could see that Catherine's face was tense every time she went to class, which was completely different from her completely relaxed state now.

Snape originally thought it was because Catherine was so serious, but now it seemed that she really didn't like potions at all.

That's just right, Snape thought. He especially liked potions and was worried about not having enough money to buy extra materials for practice. He wanted to ask Professor Slughorn to borrow them on the pretext of helping to organize the potions classroom, but the professor often couldn't find him. to people.

He handled the slugs very seriously. The sticky black and brown bugs seemed to be no different from anything else in his hands. He carefully observed their tentacles and measured their body length and weight according to what was written in the textbooks and notes.

Catherine found that Snape could not be said to have changed completely in the past month. His cheeks seemed to have gained a little flesh, so that the most prominent feature of his face was not left with a tall aquiline nose.

Maybe he will be a handsome young man in the future. Catherine thought wildly for a moment, then took out a book borrowed from the library and started reading.

The smell of potions is often very strange. Today's scabies potion is sticky and has a strange fishy smell from the moment it is put into the pot. While Catherine is reading, she will check Snape's progress from time to time. He is just like what she observed several times before. , the operation is very standardized.

"You should remember that you still have to hand in my potion homework, right?" Catherine said grandly.

Snape was stirring the cauldron carefully. When he heard this, he didn't even change the range of his movements. He said dryly: "I'll do mine first, and then you'll do yours."

"Do you have enough time?" Other groups were doing two pots at the same time.

Snape's face tightened and he said "hmm" in a low voice.

While he was talking, he had already finished it, faster than all the groups. Some groups had just finished processing the medicinal materials and had not yet finished cooking.

He set the potion aside to cool, bypassed the lazy Catherine, went to her place, and repeated the process.

Catherine poked her head to look at the potion that Snape had brewed. It was very standard, exactly the same as what she had seen in books and in the drugstore.

"Mr. Snape is indeed very talented at brewing potions," she said with a smile.

Snape pursed his lips tighter and lowered his head a little, as if the slug in front of him had taken on new life.

Of course, his movements are still methodical and his hands are steady.

True to his words, he did make a second batch before get out of class ended. Catherine took a closer look and found that maybe she was more proficient and the quality was actually better.

Snape silently sat back in his seat and concentrated on sorting out his thoughts. The newly made and better quality ones were of course with Catherine and were given to her.

——This Severus is quite a nice person.

"Bottling." Catherine pushed further.

Snape glanced at her. The eldest lady held up her beautiful head and stared at him, as if she was waiting for him to act obediently, or she was waiting for him to lose his temper and then correct him.

He took a breath and silently went over to bottle Catherine's potion, receiving a bright smile and a light "thank you" from the eldest lady.

As expected, Professor Slughorn didn't say anything. The same thing happened to Catherine before when she helped Margaret. He didn't say anything when he saw it. In the entire Slytherin Academy, as long as he didn't go too far or did anything dangerous, he usually didn't say anything to control her. .

For Catherine's homework, he directly gave an O (excellent).

Snape's too.

After class, Catherine said to Snape proudly in front of all the Slytherins: "From now on, I will take my Potions class from Mr. Snape."

She had said this in private just now, and the effect this time was very obvious. Some of the little snakes looked at him with gloating eyes, and some were envious and jealous. One of his two closest roommates, Ai Freelou thought.

Except for him, everyone thought that Catherine's behavior was normal, and since the prefect had already used her privileges on him and ordered him to do things, if others did not want to provoke Catherine, they could no longer find things for Snape to do. This was Slytherin. Default rules.

Snape thought about it and felt that he seemed to be the only winner. He got an extra potion material, and he could directly discuss spells and practice magic with Catherine. She also wiped the tail clean, so that he would be independent after graduation. existence, you can choose to join Voldemort or do whatever you want.

"Sev, Sev, what's wrong with you?" Lily stretched out her little hand in front of her friend and waved it vigorously, "What are you doing?"

"No..." Snape denied subconsciously.

Lily was so worried that she didn't continue to ask, and just said: "Then shall we go for a walk or go directly to the library?"

They often do homework together after dinner. The library is very clean. From evening to evening, the most common people are Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Snape followed Lily for a few steps and finally stopped.

Lily looked at him doubtfully.

Snape took a few deep breaths and said to Lily, "I'm sorry, Lily... I have something to do today."

Lily tilted her head.

Snape touched his hair unnaturally, "I'm going back to the lounge first, sorry."

"It's okay. Let's make an appointment next time."