[HP] look at you

After becoming a disciple of Professor Orpington, Bill's identity changed from an insignificant ordinary student to their close relative.

It brought him closer to their lives—though, of course, that wasn't his main purpose, really.

In order to teach him, Professor Orpington spent more time in school when he was not in class.After a day's course, he will go to Professor Orpington's office for extra-curricular training.

Bill thought he was one of the few people who could enter her office, because she rarely sent students to solitary confinement - once in a while, she sent them to Professor Snape to help him deal with the slugs, and it was probably her No opportunity to fine reasons for confinement.

Professor Orpington's office is very warm and comfortable, not quite like an office, but more like a residence.Fresh curtains and wallpapers, soft carpets, unique vases with flowers, desks with photos, and bookshelves with a wide variety of books—there is even a floor dedicated to "Witch Weekly"!

Could it be that Professor Orpington actually reads reports... and novels about himself?

So, she...has read all the short essays written by Duti Aimee?

Bill's heart was turbulent for a while.

He didn't dare to show the slightest bit on his face, but Professor Orpington obviously had the same superb skill in reading people's minds as Professor Snape.

She glanced at her bookshelf and asked, "What's the matter? Are there any books you're interested in?"

Bill just hesitated for a moment, not daring to challenge Professor Orpington's lie detection ability. "My mother also subscribes to "Witch Weekly." He avoided the important thing.

Professor Orpington laughed, "It's an interesting magazine, isn't it? It's also interesting to see yourself, and Severus, in the eyes of others."

interesting?Wouldn't she be offended?Bill was sure, and suddenly felt happy that his creation was affirmed.

During the course of the class, Professor Snape sometimes appears.

He has a password, so he opens the door and enters directly.He would not say anything if he saw Bill was there, took off his coat and put it on the coat rack next to him, and then walked into the bedroom inside, but after a while he came out with two cups of tea, one on the table and one for himself. Sitting upright on the sofa next to him.

At this time, Bill will feel the pressure surge, like a light on his back.

It feels like he is tactfully signaling: Get out of here.

"Sev, there is a fee to attend." Professor Orpington smiled and took a sip of tea.

Professor Snape said indifferently: "It's not like you haven't heard of it."

Professor Orpington was a little surprised, "When did you find out? I removed the smell of perfume in advance."

"the first time."

"Then you have been pretending not to know?"

"I just don't want to spoil your little fun."

Bill saw Professor Orpington fly a look of "I'm pretending", and Professor Snape bowed his head and drank his tea with a smile after receiving the look.

At this time, Professor Orpington suddenly said: "Speaking of which, Bill, in a sense, Professor Snape can be regarded as your senior brother."

Professor Snape coughed slightly.

Bill, who was staring at the parchment without looking up and pretending that it didn't exist, was actually frantically brushing the barrage in his heart: "...what?"

However, Professor Orpington was not actually talking to him, he still looked at Professor Snape with a smile on his face, "Isn't it?"

Professor Snape gave Professor Orpington a deep look, and said meaningfully: "Of course, Professor Orpington, I have learned a lot from you."

Bill deeply hated why Professor Orpington also read "Witches Weekly" at this time. If this paragraph was written, his identity would be exposed, but he was really uncomfortable if he didn't write it!

In addition to class, Bill sometimes helps Professor Orpington correct homework, not Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but Potions class.

Professor Orpington said that Professor Snape taught too many grades, which took up a lot of his spare time.

In this regard, Bill wanted to ask her if she had considered the feelings of other professors who taught seven grades.

Of course, he was just thinking about it. After all, other professors don't need to spend their spare time dating, so they probably don't care.

After grading an assignment one time, Bill took it to Professor Snape.

The door opened automatically after knocking, but there was no one behind it, only Professor Snape's voice came out, "Come in."

Bill went in and found a pot of potion boiling on the table. Professor Snape was looking for something on the shelf with his back turned to him, wearing only a black knit sweater with sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Put it on the table." He said without looking back.

Bill put the parchment on the desk, glanced around, and found that the silver pocket watch that Professor Snape never left was still on the desk.

Maybe he was just checking the time with his pocket watch. At this time, the pocket watch was open, and Bill saw the photo on the cover of the pocket watch at a glance.

On a quaint stone bridge, a large piece of wisteria hangs down from the head of the bridge, and colorful roses and roses climb on the side of the bridge. In the thin mist, there are still young boys and girls standing side by side, one bows his head, the other looks up, smiling Looking at each other.

This is a magical photo, so it can be seen that the boy reached out and removed the purple petals from the girl's black hair.

Whether it is the picture or the atmosphere, it is dreamy like a peerless painting.

Bill: "..." He didn't have anything to say, so he just hiccupped.

"Mr. Weasley?" Professor Snape said in Bill's familiar tone of "I'm going to find a fault and deduct points from you soon", "I don't know what was on my desk that caught your attention and kept you from leaving immediately my office?"

"It's a potion, Professor." Bill said wittily, "I haven't learned this potion before, so I'm curious."

Professor Snape walked over with a few cans of something unknown, put them on the table, picked up the pocket watch and checked the time, then put it away.

"Chachasbane potion." He opened a jar, took out a little material from it, put it in, and stirred it slowly. "The amount is enough for one person to taste it for a whole day."

Bill: "..." Which werewolf was so unlucky that he offended Professor Snape.

In order to prevent Professor Snape from giving him a taste of Wolfsbane, Bill left quickly.

I don't know if the photo in Professor Orpington's pocket watch is the same.He secretly thought that he must find a chance to take a look.

Before the Christmas holiday, Bill asked Professor Orpington if he could come to visit, as her disciple, this is also a due courtesy.

Professor Orpington said that she would go abroad with Professor Snape for the whole vacation, and he could come the day before school started.

Bill wants to ask if you need someone to serve water and tea, whether you have the guts or not.

On that day, Bill entered Orpington Manor with all kinds of snacks made by Molly.

After nearly ten years, stepping into this flattened and rebuilt manor again seems to be no different from the one in memory.

It’s just that the last time I came here was summer, and the garden was full of flowers and ribbons. Now it’s winter, the snow on the main road has been swept away, but there is still a thick layer of snow on the lawn, which has not been trampled, clean and beautiful .

The water in the fountain was flowing without freezing, and the stone mermaid gave Bill a wink as he walked by.

Bill entered the main building without turning his eyes, and was sneezed by the fragrant and warm air inside.

He handed over his coat to a house elf wearing a particularly beautiful little dress, and sat on the sofa in the living room, with a cup of black tea immediately placed in front of him.

"Mr. Weasley, please wait a moment, Mrs. Olivia will be here later."

"Ok."

Bill looked around the living room.

Soft-toned French furniture, oak spiral staircase, some kind of leather wall covering with a special luster, and hundreds of years of photos and portraits are hung on the walls.

There are a whole row of large windows on the walls on both sides. Sitting on the sofa, one can see the bright snow scene in the garden, and the other side seems to be a playground with a large swimming pool.

Bill sat for a while, seeing that Professor Orpington hadn't come yet, he went to the window to look at the scenery outside.

He was wearing a thick sweater knitted by Molly. The indoor fireplace was very hot, and he opened the window slightly to let in some cool air.

However, with the cool breeze coming in, there are also whispers that seem to be by the upstairs window.

"Sir, I have to go down..." The soft voice seems to be wrapped in honey, and there are long strands of sugar sticking between each word, making the listener feel that the throat is too sweet to breathe angry.

Bill's face became hot.

"I know." Professor Snape was like magma under the sea, with hot and hot breath under his cool tone, "but I think the color of this lipstick doesn't match my wife's skirt."

"Hmm... so what color do you think... should be painted?"

"I'm helping you paint..."

The voice seemed to be swallowed by the wind, and it was not until a while later that there was a vague complaint, "Sir, you made me have to put on makeup again."

"What made my wife feel that she is not attractive enough without makeup?"

"..."

Bill: "..." He is so hot now that he wants to go outside and play a couple of rolls in the snow, or go for a swim in the pool.

About 10 minutes later, Professor Orpington came down the stairs.

She wore a Russian-style red velvet print dress, a white cashmere fringed shawl on her shoulders, her long hair was loose, and her slender high-heeled shoes stepped on the oak stairs, making a crisp sound.

Bill sat upright on the sofa, not daring to see what color her current lipstick was.

Professor Orpington sat across from him, and chatted with him for a while about the scenery he saw on the islands of Sri Lanka during the holiday, and brought him some small local gifts for him to share with his younger siblings when he went back.

"By the way, Bill, have you figured out what you want to do after graduation?" As his teacher, Professor Orpington was very conscientious about his future plans.

Bill thought for a while, "I'm very interested in breaking curses and curses, but my current level is still insufficient, and I want to study with you for a while. So, do you think I will stay in school to be your teacher after graduation?" How about your assistant?"

Professor Orpington laughed, "Of course, I just think you are so easy to use, I won't get used to it after leaving." After a pause, she said, "But just being my assistant is too wasteful, after all I don't have many classes at school - I wonder if you would like to work part-time as Professor Snape's assistant?"

Bill: "..." Is there such a good thing?

It seems that he really thinks it's easy to use.

It was odd that Bill was trying not to look too exuberant.

"It's my pleasure, Professor," he said sincerely.

Hard work always pays off.Bill has always believed in this in the years to come.

The author has something to say:

Bill's point of view is over, and the next chapter begins the child generation.

The new child-generation relationship may be a bit messy, so I will write and write casually, and everyone can take a look at it casually.

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