Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Snape felt troubled. More at a loss. His mouth unconsciously formed a straight line.

He had never seen such an attitude. To be honest, no one dared to treat him with such an attitude. Who dares to ask Snape for forgiveness?

If Claonia looked up at this time, he could see his muscles twitching unconsciously.

But she was so sad.

She never imagined that her efforts would end up with such a bad result. Snape never changed his attitude.

If a teacher who gets along almost day and night can suddenly change his attitude, then who else wouldn't treat her like this?

Besides parents?

People like to use their own experiences to predict what others will do next. For Claudia, this is where speculation begins.

For Snape, this was one of the consequences of speculation.

Originally.

No one had ever given Snape a good look. He wanted everything, he fought for it, and he got it.

Yes, sometimes striving is useless, and sometimes efforts are in vain. But nothing comes to you without striving for it. Love is like this, friendship is like this, family affection is like this, money and rights are even like this.

But not the beginning with Miss Albert. The beginning of the story does not come from his request, which is wrong.

Claudia Albert, without permission or desire to get close, stuck up to her. It's pretty easy to use, pretty well-behaved, and barely a good student.

There is no denying that he is a good boy. But he never made any proactive effort to do so.

This doesn't belong to him.

What did he gain, Snape thought? He originally thought it was a confrontation, but at worst it would end in anger and defeat. Anyway, he thought he was going to get an angry response and ended up bumping into a, what?

A strange emotion crowded into his head, making his heart begin to feel empty.

Miss Albert's voice was very low, and she was afraid that others might hear her. She had never begged someone like this. But they were too close, and Claudia felt that she couldn't accept the sudden lack of such a person in her life, and it was for a reason that she was completely confused about.

"Please tell me."

"I just don't like it." Snape replied coldly, "I find it troublesome. I like the feeling of being alone. I hate the feeling of someone asking for something from me. Is this reply enough?"

Feelings go both ways.

If you cause trouble to others, leave gracefully.

"But before?"

"My patience has not been exhausted before."

"If you have this need, miss, you can go to your philanthropic principal. I believe he is willing to spend this time."

"But please don't disturb me."

"I, I'm going back first." The child began to wipe his tears with the back of his hand and turned away in a hurry, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Professor."

Snape didn't reply. He turned around quickly and continued walking forward in a hurry.

Yes, there is actually nowhere to go ahead, and their work is about to end.

But he didn't even want to leave with her. Claudia never thought she could be so annoying.

Sobbing became more and more frequent in the corridor, and the armors frequently cast reproachful glances. The portraits followed the light and the sound and looked over worriedly. The women woke up from their sleep and put handkerchiefs in front of themselves. The eyes were projected through the air like rays, and the knights pointed in his direction, obviously they also heard these conversations.

At the end of the corridor, the sound disappeared, or in other words, because of these subtle sounds, the people who left realized that something was wrong.

That's right, Snape thought. His fingers twitched involuntarily, and that was only right.

He was originally a ghost left in the world, waiting for revenge. There is no light in the world that belongs to him.

He accidentally pushed Lily away, so now he should push away anyone who tries to get close to him again.

He only needs a belief, and nothing else should disturb him.

This was good, he felt very satisfied, he stopped his own selfish enjoyment, and finally could start the real atonement.

Snape stood at the end of the corridor for a while, trying to ignore the strange feeling in his heart, and then strolled back.

"What else?" He thought back calmly, almost not hearing Medusa's greeting.

"What?" he asked patiently, "Open the door."

"I said. Where is that child? Didn't you go out together?"

"She didn't come back?"

"Isn't this a question for you?" The usually silent portrait twisted his body and said, "Please come in."

Snape closed the door silently.

A great feeling of exhaustion began to hit him. The feeling that had not appeared for a long time and made people feel unmotivated came back with a vengeance. He felt very tired.

There are traces of that man's life everywhere. I read half of the dictionary of mermaid language differences in various regions last semester, the thick blanket, the newly made black mug, the car coasters, the wrapped table corners, the engraved There are new pens with their own names on them, labeled materials all over the wall, tea sets crowded together on the desk, and drawers full of dried flowers and dates.

There was even a black blanket under his feet.

A huge wave of anger overcame the emptiness. This anger almost rushed out of his nose, and could also rush into his head. He sat down on the sofa with a headache, and the soft touch that made his whole body sink into it made him climb out quickly.

Damn it Albert, she hadn't exchanged the couch she had gotten him for last semester with his.