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Every Christmas, Mom receives two bouquets of lilies, one big and one small. You may think that the big one is from Dad, and the small one is from me. Then you guessed wrong, I gave the big one.But I have spent so many years studying the little bouquet of lilies that my father gave me. I even secretly collected one and went back to my room last year to study it until all the flowers withered. I didn’t understand how my father made them smell so good. scent.

Dad seems to be a man who has nothing to do with romance. What he hates most in Potions class are those tools with elaborate decorations that are useless except dazzling-potions are also a pragmatism The supreme magic, at least I think so, the method written in the book must not be wrong, not necessarily the simplest.Long story short, my father, Severus Snape, has about the size of a fingernail's share of romance every year, almost all of it in this little perfumed lily bouquet at Christmas.

But my Christmas wasn't very pleasant, especially after Mom mentioned that Wormtail had been sighted at the edge of the Albanian forest.She said that after negotiating with the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the Auror Office was allowed to hunt Wormtail across the country, and she should also be arranged to participate.

"Why did you arrange it?" Dad's tone was not pleasant anyway.

"Of course I am suitable for this operation, Sev. There are not many wizards in the Auror team who are familiar with Wormtail."

"So you're going with Potter?" Dad sat on the sofa, as if he was about to blend in with the whole black sofa.

"I'm going back to my room." I muttered, stood up and walked upstairs. "Good night and Merry Christmas."

"Sev, I can't, we can't fight about one thing forever—" Mom's voice came from behind me.

I didn't want Mum to go to the Albanian woods, not because Mr. Potter would go with her - I'm sure Dad was just making that excuse to try to keep her from getting too close to danger.Mom is a brave and excellent witch, but Wormtail is the servant of the mysterious man. His going to the Albanian forest probably means that there is something left by the mysterious man there. No matter what it is, it must be extremely dangerous black magic.Although she will say that this is her duty, there are always people who need to face danger, but I am a selfish little girl, I first hope that she is well, as she promised me, she will always be by my side.

Honestly none of this has anything to do with Harry Potter, but I still get a nameless rage when I go back to school and see him.My rage at having been interrupted five times in a row by the Transfiguration spell was at its peak when nearly all the Gryffindors flocked to the center of the common room to see his and Tallus Black's new Firebolt.

"I don't get it, it's just two brooms!" Equally outraged was Miss Granger, who took all her courses this semester (I don't understand how she did it, I'm sure she I went to arithmetic and divination with me, but I heard from Miss Brown that at the same time she talked back to Professor Trelawney in the divination class) there was a book in front of her that almost drowned her.

"Please, Hermione," said Ron Weasley, turning to her when he heard her, "this is the fastest broomstick in the world - we've got it this year!!"

The Gryffindor common room erupted in cheers, as if everyone had won the Quidditch Cup.With a dark face, Miss Granger threw all the textbooks in front of her into the schoolbag that was about to burst, turned around and crawled out of the hole in the lounge.

I was left alone in the corner wrestling with the beetle in the bottle, wishing I had learned the spell to temporarily shut out all sound.

Naturally, the night passed, and I failed once to turn the beetle into a button, or even a crawling button.When I finally rubbed my sore eyes and was about to stand up from the chair, I realized that most of the people had dispersed, and only Potter's small group was still studying the two broken brooms (Miss Granger said Yes! Two broken brooms!).

"Alice?"

I was yawning and getting ready to go back to the dormitory when Potter stopped me.

I turned around and looked at him with folded arms indifferently: "What can I do for you, Potter?"

"Well, I want to say—" He wiped his hair with the hand that was not holding the broomstick, a little embarrassed.

I waited with the last of my patience for him to speak.

"Nothing—hey, did you have a good Christmas?" With so many topics to choose from, he insisted on which pot was left unopened.

"Not particularly pleasant, thank you for your concern." I gave him a hard look, then turned and entered the girls' dormitory.

"Alice, is this your Christmas present? It's so beautiful, who gave it to me? It looks as delicate as a goblin's handiwork!" Angrily, she went back to the dormitory and planned to lie on the bed in a daze. Patil picked me up. A bobby pin just removed from the hair.

"Well, Mom gave it to me." I hesitated, and Mom said it was a Christmas present from my friend who wrote to her, and I thought it was Lupine who wrote to her. The professor made excuses, I don't have such good friends.

But I like this barrette very much, as Patil said, the stones on it are as beautiful as the eyes of a cat in the dark, and the color of my pupils is similar to that of me - almost no girl can resist beautiful jewelry , and I am no exception, it immediately replaced the previous checkered clip as my most frequently worn hair accessory.

Every morning has become the time I look forward to and dread the most. Owls rush in from outside, throwing letters and packages to the students like a rainstorm, while I crane my neck and wait for the Daily Prophet, hoping that the headline will be that Peter was killed. The news of the capture, and the fear of seeing reports about the Albanian forest.

"No news," said Miss Granger, whose owl had arrived before me, and she said to me over a table overcrowded with milk bread and treacle pies. "Take it easy, you look like you've been up late night."

It's hard to say which of the two of us has more dark circles under the eyes, and I doubt that if it's not a violation of school rules not to go back to the dormitory at night, Miss Granger can live in the library forever.I can't imagine how she managed to complete all the coursework perfectly - her homework was probably two or three times as much as mine, and I was directly warned by Professor McGonagall for being absent-minded.

I sat listlessly in the corner of the lounge writing the extra homework assigned to me by Professor McGonagall. After class, she expressed her concerns about my final exam and mentioned my poor performance in Charms.

Dad's irritability was subtly expressed, and he directly deducted thirty points from Gryffindor for discussing Quidditch in Potions class with Potter and Black, and punished them for a week in a row. — which led to the fury of the Gryffindors.The Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw is about to begin, because in the previous match with Hufflepuff, Potter accidentally dropped his broom due to the interference of the Dementor and fell behind in the score. If you want to take back Quidditch Odd Cup, Gryffindor must win this Quidditch match.Wood was so annoyed by Dad's confinement punishment for Potter and Black that I'm sure he'd made every effort not to say anything offensive to me when he saw me.

I really can't understand boys' enthusiasm for Quidditch. After Miss Granger and Ron had a heated debate about "Quidditch is not just a game, Hermione, it's a competition! It's an honor!" Things don't say anything anymore, it's already weird that I'm not isolated this time.

Even the gossip topic in the girls' dormitory revolves around Quidditch. The girls are discussing that Ravenclaw's Cho Chang seems to be so close to Hufflepuff's Quidditch captain, and they rarely ask for my advice. In my opinion, I said that the two names they said didn't match my face.

"Cedric!! Cedric of Hufflepuff!" Patil jumped up from the bed, as if I had failed Potions class, "You don't know Cho Chang, he is the most handsome in the school of--"

"I still think Talus is better looking." Miss Brown pursed her lips.

"Give up on Lavender, you have already sent him the fifth love letter."

I think it is noisy, the girls use their shrill voices to talk about those rumors, and they are half joking and half serious pushing and shoving. I have never experienced these funs, but I am not very envious.

Still, I curiously asked Draco if he knew Cedric, and if he could point me to him.I soon regretted it, because he rolled his eyes at me with a very disgusted expression.

"Why are you interested in that guy again?" He took my Potions homework and started comparing it to his.

"I'm not interested." I shrugged, "It's just that I don't know them after hearing them talk."

Potter and Black's confinement made Slytherins rejoice, and when Potter took out the Firebolt, Draco's face was as black as dripping water - Nimbus 2001 was no longer the fastest flying sky at Hogwarts The broom is gone.They hope that Ravenclaw can defeat Gryffindor in one fell swoop, so that they can win another Quidditch Cup with a high probability.

"If only Professor Snape could punish them until the end of the month." Draco said to me with a smile, "I really hope Potter will do some stupid things again."

"Draco, have you ever written to my mother?" After a moment of hesitation, I finally asked him.

"Why should I write a—I mean, why should I write to your mother?" he replied casually, still in the midst of Potter's fantasy of missing the Quidditch game altogether.

I tried hard not to let myself think about the word he almost blurted out and then swallowed back. I simply replied "I see", then lowered my head and continued to poke the beetle crawling around with my wand.

"It's that big fool's class again." He glanced at the restless tome in his schoolbag, "I wish Daddy could make him disappear from Hogwarts right away—savages can be professors, my mother He almost fainted when he heard the news, what weird things do you think he will show us today?"

[Because I was fishing casually before, the timeline here has a certain deviation from the original work. For example, Draco was injured by Buckbeak. Butterfly effect leads to many causes and effects that can only be changed by magic, and Harry throws the broom, there are so many plots that can’t be pushed forward... just explain it as please don’t force me to match the original 100%]