[HP] love

After knowing Nick LeMay's identity and the news that Snape wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, the three were very excited.Ron felt that this matter should be told to Dumbledore immediately, but Harry made a different opinion.

"He trusted Snape!" said Harry grimly, "and we have no proof."

"Harry's right," Hermione agreed. "Don't be silly, Ron, and Slytherins aren't bad people."

"Oh, maybe you mean that Stoker." Ron looked disgusted. "You're obsessed with him!"

"I'll say it again!" Hermione looked at Ron angrily. "Senior Stoke is very personable and knowledgeable. He can even make a mirror that imitates the Mirror of Erised!"

"Impossible!" Ron obviously didn't believe this reality. He felt that Hermione must have been bewitched by Slytherin's black magic to say such unrealistic words.

But when he heard the magic mirror, Harry's eyes drifted a lot, and he muttered uncertainly: "Maybe he can lend me a look?" Just after saying this, the other two looked at it like idiots. He, Harry shut his mouth consciously. "You know, I just wanted to see my parents again."

Hearing this, Hermione's arrogance weakened a lot, and her tone softened, "Harry, you can't always rely on that..."

"I know!" Harry loudly interrupted Hermione's persuasion impatiently, "I just finished training, so I'm going back to take a shower first." After speaking, he left the lounge hall without looking back.

Unaware of what he said, it triggered some speculation from the savior trio. Cedric still dragged Hill to talk for a while, and finally got the result he wanted, and then left and left.

After his interruption, Hill felt much more relaxed.Since he promised others, his own finished product should be made as soon as possible.Thinking of this, he became interested again, and found a few books about limited alchemy that he hadn't read from the library, and read them with great interest.

Labor service at night is naturally unavoidable. Just after dinner, Hill walked to the cellar with ease.

As soon as he entered the potion science office, Professor Snape didn't even lift his eyes, he saw that there were many more potion ingredients than usual placed next to the table where he often worked.Walking over to take a look, Hill was surprised to find that the material he had to deal with this time was not just one kind, and there were three full buckets of different materials piled there, waiting to be cleaned up by himself.Looking up at his dean, the professor was still correcting the papers of the little monsters at his desk, without paying any attention to what he meant.Hill resigned and walked over to start today's labor service.

The two were doing their own things quietly, and for a while there was only the sound of writing and the sound of squeezing juice in the office.Hill unconsciously relaxed his mood. He really didn't want to admit it. It seemed that every time he came here to do such complicated work, he could get a different kind of peace in his heart.

After finally grading those papers that were not fluent, Snape raised his head and moved his arms. The long-term desk work made him feel a little tired.The little boy of the Stoke family is squeezing the bubble stems meticulously. From this side, you can see his skillful technique and relaxed expression on his face.

He sneered, and seeing his relaxed appearance, Snape felt that he should change the material for this kid, and he couldn't let him be so relaxed.

It is undeniable that this child has an extraordinary talent in production. Whether it is the Potions he taught or the alchemy that he almost taught himself, Hill can immediately comprehend and integrate them, and even draw inferences about other cases from one instance.It is a pity that due to his status, he does not have the guidance of a famous teacher, and it is impossible for him to have time to study by himself.If a child from an ordinary family possessed such a talent, it might be able to become an accumulation of development, but Hill's identity is doomed, and his talent can only become a burden to him, not a benefit.

But he was smart enough, Snape had to admit.Yes, I learned to hide my clumsiness at a young age, hide my talents and ideas, and then slowly achieve my goals bit by bit. This kind of endurance can't even be done by myself!Perhaps his situation was not as good as his own when he was a child... Snape thought of his alcoholic father and incompetent mother, and his face suddenly darkened a lot.

This little cleverness actually fooled most people, even my shrewd friend was fooled!Thinking of this, Snape couldn't help showing a gloating expression.When he thought of the situation where Lucius was deceived and turned around, he felt very happy, and the eyes he looked at Hill softened a lot.

It had been a long time since he heard the sound of the quill scratching across the parchment. Hill raised his head in surprise, but just in time to see Snape's scrutinizing eyes, he felt a little creepy.

Looking at each other for two seconds, Snape's eyes narrowed, and the voice that floated from the corner of his mouth was particularly sinister, "If Mr. Stoke hadn't assimilated into the bubble stem in your hand, then he should know what you should do Not staring at your professor in a daze!"

"Yes, Professor." Hill replied angrily. He really didn't know what kind of guts he had eaten, and dared to stop his work in the potion office.

Seeing Hill's efforts to speed up his hands, Snape secretly nodded with satisfaction. Although he has his own careful thinking, he is indeed a talent to be made, but it is a pity that no matter how he thinks about it, he cannot be a leader. his teacher.

Shaking his head with some regret, Snape let go of these thoughts, he never wasted too much time on impossible things, not even any emotions!In a few days, he would be refereeing that damned Quidditch match, and when he thought of Dumbledore's old face, Snape's expression turned extremely ugly.

During this period of time, the whole Slytherin rejoiced, because his dean, Professor Snape, was going to be the referee of the Quidditch match!Contrary to them, the atmosphere in Gryffindor is extremely tense. All the players look like they are facing an enemy. Even their captain, Wood, is not in the mood to comfort others, let alone think he is Professor Snape hated Harry Potter again!

Hill had often seen him hurrying ahead, followed by Hermione and Ron Weasley, who were always trying to persuade the Savior not to take part in the competition, only to get an even darker face from him.

"Look at Scarhead's expression!" As soon as Hill walked into the door of the lounge, he saw Draco say excitedly, "I should give him a leg-locking charm, and then observe carefully, you know, I've been working recently Practice this! Oh, remember Longbottom's terrified expression last time?" His expression was both funny and exaggerated, and the two big tall people around him were laughing foolishly, looking extremely stupid.

"If you do this kind of thing that is easy to deduct points for the college next time, then I will write to Mr. Malfoy." Edwin, who was walking beside Hill, suddenly interrupted the wild laughter of the first grade, calmly Said.

Draco's face flushed red all of a sudden, and when he saw Hill next to Edwin, the red seemed to spread even more. "I won't give Slytherin points!" he quibbled angrily.

"You'd better not," Allen said with a smile, "Edwin is truly unselfish, let alone you are his cousin."

Glancing at Hill, Draco stood up angrily, "Of course I will do it!" After speaking, he pulled the two big men who were still eating out of the lounge. Gave him a hard stare.

Watching their backs disappearing through the door inexplicably, Hill asked suspiciously: "Is Edwin and the Malfoy family related?" Because of his situation in the Stoke family, Hill had never looked at the aristocratic genealogy.

"Of course! Or it should be said that there seems to be no two noble families that are not related." Shrugging, Allen said casually, "The two grandmothers are sisters."

After staring at Edwin's face for a long time, Hill didn't see any similarities between him and Malfoy and his son, but Alan almost bent over with a smile when he saw his action.

"I heard that you lent Draco the broom?" Alan sat next to Hill and took the book in his hand.

"Yeah, I don't need it either. You know, I don't like Quidditch." Hill replied as a matter of course.

"You don't have to flatter him so much," Allen said helplessly, "Although your father opened the shop under Mr. Malfoy's care, it has nothing to do with our generation!"

Silently raised his head and glanced at Alan. Although he knew that he didn't know anything, Hill still felt a little guilty and forced a smile.

Seemingly seeing his embarrassment, Edwin, who had been silent all this time, said, "If Hill doesn't lend Draco the Nimbus 2001, think about his situation!"

Allen seemed to understand something, and shut up resentfully.

He knew that Alan must have misunderstood something, but if this misunderstanding could save himself some face, it seemed good.Hill glanced at Edwin gratefully. His relief really made him feel relieved. He didn't want to deceive his friends, but the unspeakable reasons made him hesitant. Maybe a few years later he and Mal When the Fu family has nothing to do with each other, you can tell this matter as a joke...