[Comprehensive] The Little Yellow Flower of Snape's House

After Professor Snape settled Neville in the infirmary, what he met was Finch who was entangled and had gone around many times.

Although he was dissatisfied with his contradicting in class, he still had more important questions waiting for Finch to answer, and he hoped that Finch would have an answer.

"Finch."

"Professor?!" Finch looked up in surprise.

"Cough, come with me." Professor Snape's office was next to the basement of Potions class, not far away, just two naughty corridors away.

The road to the basement has no sunlight at all, and the students rely on the unextinguished oil lamps and torches on the wall next to them to pass.

Professor Snape led the way and quickly reached his office.

His office is like a large storage room, surrounded by boxes containing medicinal materials or reagents, and bottles filled with formalin are filled with different types of animal specimens from different periods.There is also a ladder for easy access to high things.

Professor Snape's desk was not as tidy and meticulous as Finch imagined.

There are a lot of papers scattered on the table, with some messy notes on them, but the books are neatly stacked, the pages are a little yellowed, and the corners of the books are a little rough, it looks like it has been turned over many times.

"I want to know," Professor Snape seemed to be thinking about something, but he still mustered up the courage to look up and stare at Finch, "is there any elder in your family whose name is Chee?"

"...?" Finch was just alone when he crossed over, and he was not very familiar with the elders in the family, "Professor, I don't know yet. You know... My house is that small castle, only me live alone."

Professor Snape frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer, at this moment he finally remembered the real purpose of calling Finch to the office.

Professor Snape pulled a book from the table and handed it to Finch. "This book may help you... You are very talented, unlike those who don't know about potions."

Finch took it carefully and thanked him. "Professor, if there is nothing else..."

"You can go." Professor Snape gave the order to evict Finch before he finished speaking.Finch responded and was about to go out.

"and many more."

"Eh?"

"You take this." Professor Snape handed Finch a piece of paper, "The name of this is the moving map, it can show the direction of the door and the changing position of the stairs, and it can also show the identity of the person holding the moving map." Movement trajectory. That way you won’t get lost.”

Finch had a surprised expression on his face: "Thank you, Professor!"

The professor is simply his savior to get rid of his soft-girl attributes!

When Finch returned to the Slytherin lounge, Malfoy was chatting with Crabbe and Goyle. When they saw Finch coming in, Crabbe and Goyle subconsciously shut their mouths, but Malfoy was still deliberately loud Said, "Yo, Harry's backer came in."

Finch felt a little harsh. Although he knew it was childish to say "I won't be in your class" to a child, he puffed up his mouth, ignored Malfoy's cynicism, and hurried towards the dormitory.I didn’t bring chicken legs to Teacher Xiaohua today, so I can only use the cake summoning one from the previous "Youth Wizard Self-care Ability Encyclopedia", and summon the soil to make up for Teacher Xiaohua.

When she arrived at the dormitory, Teacher Xiaohua was listless, and after a few seconds, she quietly ate a little bit from the soil under her feet to her mouth.

Teacher Xiaohua has grown very fast in the past few days, and basically seems to have the prototype of an elf, but her body is still much smaller than a normal elf, and it can fit in her pocket.

Finch walked over quickly, and found that Teacher Xiaohua was still shaking his head slightly, still muttering something.

Finch couldn't help laughing a little, took out his wand and began to say a spell.

Sure enough, the summoned shape was exactly the same as the exquisite cake. What Finch had in mind was a cylindrical ordinary cake, and what appeared was a pink and tender cylindrical ordinary cake.

It's just that today's cake seems to smell a faint smell of blood...

"Oh my God, Finch! ——This, inside this cake—" Teacher Xiao Hua was a little at a loss, "No one would hurt such a pure unicorn...There is... unicorn blood inside..."

Teacher Xiaohua's leaves tightly hugged Finch's wrist, "I don't know why... the smell of this blood is very charming and delicious to me."

Finch doesn't know the plot very well, but Teacher Xiaohua is very hungry now, and it would be very troublesome not to dispose of the so-called unicorn cake, and it would be very bad if he was considered to be with the mysterious person.

"Eat it." Finch patted Teacher Xiaohua's head reassuringly, but he was thinking about the content of [Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone], but found nothing.

Teacher Xiaohua was a little flustered, and was a little afraid of the fact that she was obsessed with the smell of unicorn blood. Is there a demon living in her body?

Finch found a spoon from the drawer in the dormitory, and calmly fed the cake to Teacher Xiaohua.

Because I am not an aborigine, I am not very clear about these rules and regulations, and I am not particularly restrained. Therefore, Teacher Xiaohua who likes to eat is his Teacher Xiaohua, and this fact will not change.

As for the current question... Finch paused for a moment with his hand holding the spoon. Why did Teacher Xiaohua immediately judge that it was unicorn blood?

After solving the clay cake, Teacher Xiaohua seemed a little sleepy. Finch held Teacher Xiaohua into his pocket, and then opened the book that Professor Snape gave him.

Contrary to what Finch had expected, the title page of the book was not signed by the Half-Blood Prince or Professor Snape, only a number "07" was written.

Is this the seventh book?When I opened this book, I found that there were densely packed notes in it, and some of the printed parts of the book were crossed out and changed, which seemed to be changed to the correct answer.

While Finch was flipping through the book, Malfoy had just returned to the dormitory from the student lounge outside, and his platinum hair was somewhat reflective.

Seeing Finch, Malfoy let out a "hum", walked to his own bed, and nestled on the soft bed, then seemed to think of something, stood up, and asked Finch awkwardly: "Would you like me?" I heard that Harry and the others are going to Hagrid's place today——Hagrid, do you remember, that giant who led us to Hogwarts at the beginning of school—aren't you curious? They were discussing in the log cabin behind whats the matter?"

"Not curious."

"—Hmph!" Malfoy jumped out of bed and ran out by himself when Finch came to his senses.

"..." Well, isn't this little brat planning to make up with him?Finch raised his forehead.

But the awkward Malfoy had already run out the door. Finch lay down on the bed, held Teacher Xiaohua out and put it next to the pillow, took out the small clock prepared by Antes, and cast a timing magic.

Take a nap first, let's talk about the rest in the afternoon.

When he woke up, he saw a very excited Malfoy.

"They've got dragons there! My goodness—it's going to be hell for Harry hahaha, should I tell Professor McGonagall first? Or headmaster Dumbledore?—"

"Or nothing," Finch interjected.

"No, how is it possible." Malfoy turned to look at Finch, with golden hair, "You may not feel it—Finch, of course, the more things that can deduct points from them, the better, Si Lytlin and Gryffindor are like fire and water, there is no truce!"

"... Oh." Finch doesn't have a strong sense of substitution for these things, but it seems a disgraceful thing to file a complaint in school days, young children may not be able to distinguish these things?And in the school, you can feel the exclusion of Slytherin from the other three colleges. Some freshmen have learned to use slurs such as "dead face" and "bad wizard". "It's stunning that they have a dragon."

"Speaking of which, the 1709 Wizarding Conference officially passed the law prohibiting raising dragons, so they really violated the regulations! Deducting points must be indispensable!" Malfoy almost pulled Finch up, completely forgetting that they were in the same room before. Awkward things.

Ah—I just like the character of children who lose their temper quickly.

"Are you sure there's a dragon there?"

"Sure!"

"Then are you sure the dragon was still there when we took the teacher there?"

"...they will surely hide the dragon."

"Ah."

"I would have gone there in the first place - I knew it, I knew it, cunning Harry Potter."

"Let's take a break while there's still time, there's a Quidditch broomstick lesson later."

Finch didn't know if Malfoy listened to it. In his impression, it seemed that Malfoy didn't get any benefits by suing at this time, but was punished instead. If he can stop it once, it should be one time.

When Finch closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, he heard the creak of the door quietly opening.

Yo, this disobedient little golden retriever.