[HP] look at you

What do social animals hate the most?It is the morning when you thought you were going to rest, and your immediate boss sent you a message saying that you will work overtime today.

Bill looked at Professor Snape's brief sentence on SOME, and dared not and could not have any objections, and replied respectfully: "Alright, Professor Snape, then shall I go to Professor Orpington to get the teaching plan?"

Yes, Professor Snape had sent him to teach Orpington a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning.

After realizing Bill's usefulness, the two professors would occasionally ask him to take a class when they had something to do-although Bill really doubted whether their sometimes something was really a business.

It's early in the morning, is there something that Professor Orpington needs to rush to deal with?Bill thought about going to ask the senior sister of "Witch Weekly" later if something major happened in the wizarding world.

Professor Snape's strong words appeared in the notebook again: Come to my office to get it.

Bill resigned himself to his fate, washed and dressed, looked left and right in the mirror and went to Professor Snape's office.

If God gives you a good thing, you always have to choose to accept the bad things it brings—for example, he is obsessed with rock and roll recently, but he dare not wear earrings in front of Professor Snape.Bill consoled himself optimistically.

Knocking on the door, Professor Snape, wearing a light-colored striped shirt and a gray tennis sweater, was arranging the lesson plans at his desk. After carefully looking through them one by one, he took out a stack and gave it to Bill.

He seemed to be in a good mood - Bill was in the habit of guessing his mood from what Professor Snape was wearing.

In the past few years, he has also summed up some experience. If Professor Snape is dressed casually, it means that he is in a relaxed state. If he is dressed formally, it is more ordinary, or there is a special occasion.If it was carefully matched, Professor Orpington must be in a good mood.

As for Professor Snape being in a bad mood - it has nothing to do with what he wears, just look at his face and listen to his voice.

Bill briefly glanced at the lesson plan in his hand, and after counting the content to be covered, he asked, "Professor Snape, is there anything I need to improve on the homework I corrected yesterday?"

After all, yesterday's homework was for the seventh grade, so he wasn't very sure about giving it instructions.

Professor Snape didn't answer right away.

Bill's heart skipped a beat.

Did you make a low-level mistake?

Even though he has graduated for three years, he still has a subconscious panic that points will be deducted at any time when he comes out of Gryffindor facing Professor Snape.

However, Professor Snape did not ridicule him, and while taking the coat from the coat rack and putting it on, he said calmly: "Of course there are many things you need to improve, but those who handed in those parchments should do better. Zkaban transformation, in order not to waste those parchments, I have stuffed them into the fireplace as fuel."

Is it that bad?Bill had doubts about his abilities.He also felt yesterday that a few people wrote well, and their viewpoints were very novel.

Moreover, the homework handed in by your students is so bad, why are you in such a good mood today?

Bill muttered inwardly.

Professor Snape glanced at him with raised eyelids, "Mr Weasley, would you like to stay and have breakfast with me?"

Bill hurriedly left knowingly.

After finishing the class with great effort, Bill returned the lesson plan to Professor Snape.

Professor Snape still had classes in the morning and was not in the office. He had a password, so he went in and put the lesson plans on the table.

When I came out, I saw the door of the office next door open, and Professor Orpington came out wearing a loose sweater skirt and a furry cloak.

She also loosened her hair casually and wore slippers, as if she just wanted to drop in to Professor Snape's office.

This kind of lazy state, which was obviously just getting up, made Bill dare not look directly, and stared at the floor to say hello.

"Oh, Bill, are you out of class? Thanks for your help."

Hearing the dryness in her voice, Bill couldn't help asking: "Are you sick? Professor Orpington."

She let out a "huh", gathered the cloak on her body, and coughed lightly, "I'll go to Severus to get the medicine."

Glancing at Professor Orpington's face and seeing that she was tired and sleepy, Bill hurriedly said, "That won't bother you. You should rest more. I hope you recover soon."

Professor Orpington said "uh" again, smiled and waved to him, walked into Professor Snape's office and closed the door.

Bill turned around and walked a few steps with a touch of worry, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Professor Orpington is sick, but Professor Snape is still in such a good mood?

When the light bulb in his mind lit up, Bill suddenly understood something.

But he feels that sometimes people are too smart and not very good, and they tend to choke themselves.

After the snow fell, Christmas came quickly, and most of the students had to go home for the holiday, but some chose to stay.

Pansy is one of them.

Draco thought about inviting her to Malfoy Manor, but he knew his parents' personalities, as well as hers, and knew it would never be a pleasant proposition, so he swallowed the words.

"Don't forget my Christmas present," he reminded again before leaving school.

Pansy didn't bother to reassure her, so she waved her hand and turned back to the castle.

Without the pupils, the castle was eerily empty, as if it no longer belonged to humans but to ghosts who might float out of nowhere at every corner of the corridor.Although the professors who stayed in the school made a lot of Christmas decorations, it didn't make the remaining students feel very happy.

Because they are all homeless people.

Pansy was still in a calm mood. In other words, she forced herself not to think so much. She was used to not letting her emotions dominate her behavior. She spent all day in the library and let her study occupy all her mind.

However, there are always unexpected guests.

Looking at the person sitting across from her, Pansy frowned slightly, but still smiled, "What's the matter, Crabbe?"

Vincent Crabbe, who grew up in the orphanage with Pansy, but the relationship between the two is not good.

Crabbe's parents are still there, but Azkaban will be their home for the rest of their lives - more than half of the parents of the children in the orphanage are in this situation.He also entered the orphanage relatively late, when his mother's relatives refused to raise him when he was six years old.

Pansy could understand, after all, no one would like a dark, rough and stubborn person - especially not good-looking.

She looked twice more at his nostalgic Draco face.

"Why didn't Malfoy bring you back to his magnificent manor?" Crabbe smiled maliciously, "If you don't seize the opportunity, Cinderella will be beaten back to her original form."

Pansy tightened the quill in his hand, thinking that nothing good would happen if this guy showed his head.

"Or do you also know that that beautiful young master with an empty mind just treats you as a novelty toy?" Crabbe sneered contemptuously.

Pan Xi raised her head with a surprised expression, "I really didn't expect that you still have the confidence to say that other people's minds are empty?"

Crabbe changed his face, Pansy shook his head, "No, in fact, your focus is on the words "beautiful young master", then you might as well pay more attention to how to fill your head, at least this is better than making an ugly face look good. There is more space for maneuvering.”

Pansy thought to herself that it would be really cool to be as aggressive as Hermione, but the library can't speak loudly, which limits her performance.

Crabbe was outraged.

"In order to maintain that he doesn't care to refute your own toy positioning? It seems really infatuated. But don't forget, if his father hadn't betrayed Voldemort, now we can wear gorgeous clothes at home to participate The Yule Ball," he growled under his breath.

Pansy looked at the quill in his hand, wanting to insert it into his angrily dilated nostrils.Even without Mr. Malfoy, his tuxedo would have been reminiscent of a mobile sack in human clothes.

"With your Parkinson's surname, maybe it's his rightful fiancee, instead of being a down-and-out, shady little lover who doesn't even dare to take you home?"

Or stuff the parchment into his mouth, it just so happens that this piece of writing is useless.

"It seems that you don't care about these things. I really feel sad for your dead parents."

Forget it, let's just ignore him, she will lose if she spends any more time with this kind of person.

"Anyway, I'm always ready. As long as I get the chance, I'll draw that limp little white face and that pretty face into a wizard chessboard..."

Crabbe felt a cold wand on his throat before the exaggerated words were finished.

He stared stiffly at the girl's cold and lonely black eyes, not daring to move.

"In that case, then don't give you a chance." She said lightly.

Pretty little Rose, she felt disgusted when the name was rolled by this kind of person.

Olivia and Snape were dealing with the nagging Evangeline in Orpington Manor when Dumbledore's face suddenly appeared in the fireplace.

"Olivia, Severus, I have something to do, come to the school as soon as possible." He said seriously.

Calling them back on the first day of vacation seems to be no small matter.

The two quickly changed their clothes and returned to Hogwarts through the fireplace.

Dumbledore took them to the infirmary, and Olivia noticed fresh blood dripping along the way.

Madam Pomfrey sighed when she saw them, "I really...have never encountered such a scene in Hogwarts for so many years, it just scares me."

Olivia patted her on the shoulder reassuringly, "What's the matter, Bobby?"

Madam Pomfrey opened the curtain, and showed them the little boy lying on the bed with thick gauze wrapped around his neck. His face was pale, and it seemed that half of his foot had just been pulled out of the coffin.

"He had a hole in his neck when he was sent! I almost thought he would become the second headless Nick." Madam Pomfrey shook her head with a look of indignation, "He's just a child."

Olivia didn't teach the lower grades, so she didn't know him. Snape had a good memory and was the head of Slytherin, so he recognized him.

"Vincent Crabbe?"

After the name was spoken, Olivia also had a little impression.She had read the list of the orphanage, and as the dean of the orphanage, Remus often talked to her about it.

In her impression, this is not a well-behaved and sensible child.

"Who did it?" Olivia asked.

She really wanted to know who made the attack so ruthlessly and decisively - when that person made the move, he never thought of leaving room for it.

Dumbledore raised his glasses, "Pansy Parkinson."

The author has something to say:

Pan Xi is the second heroine, and Brother Yan is the second hero.

The car is also finished, let's pay attention to them (humble).

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感谢在2020-09-2300:33:37~2020-09-2318:54:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Xiaomeng;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 18 bottles of XD; 5 bottles of Qibao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!