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Some things are like this, when you don't take it to heart, it's like it never happened, everything is swaying under the subconscious current, and there is no wave on the lake; but once it is uncovered, the idea is like a maggot , No matter how you shake it, you can't get rid of it.

Rosemary strongly wondered if Celia had put some spell on this idea, why did it keep lingering?Of course she had seriously thought about whether she fell in love with Snape?But the more she thought about it, the more confused she became. Not only could she not think of a reason, but it made her uncomfortable every time she saw Snape.

In the history of magic class, Professor Binns began to talk about the content of the proposals of the International Conference of Wizards that he had already mentioned in the last class. Others might think that he was copying notes, but Rosemary knew that he never copied notes, and what he was writing now might be some kind of potion secret recipe or experience of spells.

She quietly took out a copy of "Honey Witch", which is currently the most popular girls' magazine in the wizarding world. The audience ranges from Hogwarts students to young women. There is also the topic of love that never fades.

Rosemary turned to the page of "A Witch's Love Story, Test How Much You Love Him" ​​and began to examine each item.

1. Do you know his best spell? ──Huh?Legilimency?

2. Are you good at this spell? ──I know nothing.

3. His favorite Quidditch team? ──I don't know.

4. Have you ever been alone? ──Yes.

5. Do you get nervous when you see him?When did it start? ──Extremely, from the first meeting.

6. Do you smile when you think of him?

7. Do you respect him? ──The five-body admiration...

8. Do you think he is good-looking? ──Does it look good?This is a very complicated question, from what point of view...

9. Do you feel sorry for him? ──Does he need sympathy and distress anywhere?

10.…

After finishing the two-page topic, Rosemary followed the prompts to find out the analysis, but before she could find it, the magazine was taken away.

Snape recognized the pink cover right away, during the years he taught at Hogwarts, he confiscated the "Honey Witch" from female students.

Rosemary was so embarrassed, "Give it back, Severus."

Snape quickly flipped through it from the beginning, and felt that there were only a bunch of pink lace and pictures of witches posing. He didn't know what was so attractive, so he threw it back to Rosemary. "What's so good about this thing?"

"Aren't there a lot of popular things in it? The most fashionable wizard robes, the most effective beauty potions, and some gossip about the wizarding world..." Rosemary explained dryly, breathing a sigh of relief in her heart. , he didn't seem to see what he was flipping through?

"It's just something boring and vain." Snape snorted, obviously not interested.

After the embarrassing incident in History of Magic class, Rosemary swore in her heart that she would never think about her feelings for Snape again.she adjusts herself

In a good mood, I regrouped and went to astronomy class.

The professor of astronomy is Professor Sinista, a romantic and imaginative wizard, but the only flaw is that students compare the twelve constellations believed by Muggles with the esoteric and mysterious astronomy. He once denounced a Students who talk about constellations, "Don't use the theories of liars and magic sticks in the Muggle world to discuss rigorously in the classroom! Can you predict fate by dividing the sky into twelve equal parts casually? Then we What do you need astronomy and divination for?"

Generally speaking, astronomy classes are arranged at night, and they go to the top of the Ravenclaw Tower to observe the starry sky. If it is rainy, they will stay in the classroom.He didn't know what happened that day, he was very excited about poetry, and led the students to climb the tower while reciting the poems he had heard recently.

"Looking up at the stars, I clearly know that for their favor, I can be smashed to pieces; but in this world, indifference is the least thing we can fear, no matter whether the opponent is a man or a beast."

"I consider myself a admirer of the stars, even when they ignore them; looking at them now, I can't say I miss a star all day long."

It was a long poem, but he recited it in a cadence and full of emotion, and he stopped from time to time to be moved by himself.When he reached the top floor of the tower, he still hadn't finished reading the poem, so he had another whim, and lightly tapped his magic wand to widen the indoor space a lot, and with another wave of his hand, the roof became transparent.The whole sky is full of stars, which is extremely beautiful.

Professor Sinistra nodded in satisfaction, cleaned the floor again, cleared his throat and said, "Everyone lie down now. Stare quietly at the starry sky. I will finish reading this poem for everyone."

The students were in an uproar. No professor had ever asked them to lie down in class.

"I said—gazing quietly." Professor Sinista clapped his hands to calm everyone's emotions, and the students lay down one by one, looking at the bright starry sky.

Professor Sintani cleared his throat and said, "If the stars disappear one day, I have to learn to look up at the empty sky. Feel its blackness and grandeur, although it may

Maybe it will take a while. "

She began to feel dazzled by the beautiful verses and the bright night sky. Although there were many classmates nearby, Rosemary felt that the only sound of that person's breathing was left under the vast galaxy and bright universe.

His breathing was long and powerful, right next to her ears, Rosemary had to restrain herself, don't count his breathing like a lunatic, only to find that she couldn't calm down.

"This star is located in the southeast of you. Have you seen its moving trajectory? It looks like this..." Professor Sinista waved his magic wand, moving the beam of light in the starry sky, trying to let the students absorb the knowledge, so that they would not I know how much the boys and girls lying on the ground have listened to...

This should be like it?In potions class, looking at Snape sitting beside her, Rosemary muttered in her heart, frowning and still struggling.How the hell did it happen?Shouldn't it?She'd never done this with a previous date!Or is it just hormones?

Seeing that Rosemary was restless, Snape put down the quill and asked, "What's the matter with you? You've been in a trance since the beginning of school. The Dark Lord scared your courage away?"

Dark Lord?What Dark Lord?oh!That Dark Lord has been completely forgotten by her, okay?Rosemary felt her cheeks burn, she lowered her face and shook her head.

"Since there isn't one, you'd better concentrate on it. Absinthe is needed for the height-enhancing potion, and the notes were copied wrong. Your spelling..." Snape clicked on her messy notes in the textbook.

"Okay, I know. Don't talk about it." Rosemary interrupted Snape's lecture distractedly, wondering how could she like him again?

Snape did fall silent, watching in silence as the girl broke the nibs of two quills, then spilled the ink and soiled her own robes and textbooks, before she was about to A pile of potion ingredients cut to various sizes stopped her before they were placed in the cauldron. "If you want the cauldron to explode, go ahead."

Rosemary was still silent, but she pushed aside the scattered materials she had cut, and stretched out her hand to place Snape's cut materials, which were as neat as coming out of a machine, in front of her, "Then I will use your Alright, lest the cauldron explosion will affect you, how can you be ashamed?"

Snape's face contorted for a moment, he wanted to say something but couldn't say it, glanced at the crooked potion ingredients that should have been thrown directly into the trash can, and asked Professor Schoran for another materials.

When did he become so mild-tempered?Should there be any revenge later?Why didn't Snape teach her a lesson?All kinds of thoughts were running in Rosemary's head, and it wasn't until Snape came back that she realized that she had been staring at him.How did that happen?She shook her head vigorously, and unconsciously grasped the stirring rod tightly, and the frequency of stirring became faster and faster.

"Is your purpose to blow up the cauldron?" Snape's face almost turned black, what's going on with this Rosemary?Got your head smashed while practicing Quidditch?He reached for the tip of the stirrer and stirred the pot of potion with just the right speed and strength.

When he was a professor of Potions, he often demonstrated this for first-year little wizards (of course only for Slytherin students), but he didn't expect that the object he was facing was not an 11-year-old little wizard, but a pseudo-girl, The same action has a completely different meaning when performed.

Rosemary stopped breathing the moment Snape approached, and the heat wave rushed to her cheeks, unable to speak or laugh.His hands are so close that you can touch his hands just by moving up a few inches.She stirred the potion in a trance, following his strength, deft, strong, and determined.

Rosemary didn't dare to look at Snape, but although she didn't see him, she could imagine him standing diagonally behind her, frowning and showing dissatisfaction.Rosemary hadn't been so calm for a while, and she was finally sure where the restlessness in her heart came from—because at the moment he approached, all the cells in her body were clamoring for the same thing—like He, like him, like him.

Now that she is sure of her mood, she has relaxed a lot. In her opinion, it is not difficult to like someone. If you like someone, go after him!Rosemary felt that she could hear her heart beating, beating, and a warm and sweet feeling slipped through her chest. She smiled slightly, and her mood was cleared.

The author has something to say: the poem recited by the professor of astronomy in the article is this one, which I think is very beautiful and appropriate

It not only shows the beauty of the starry sky, but also symbolizes our little Lumi's obsessed emotions

The More Loving One

byW.H.Auden

Looking up to the stars, I know quite well

That, for all they care, Icangotohell,

Butone earth difference is the least

We have to read from manorbeast.

Howshouldwelikeitwerestarstoburn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Letthe more loving one beme.

Admireras I think I am

Of stars that don't give adamn,

I cannot, now I see them, say

I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear ordie,

Ishould learnt olookatanemptysky

Andfeelitstotaldarksublime,

Though this might take meal a little time.

The one who loves more (from translation)

WH Auden

Looking up at the stars, I know well,

For their favor, I could break my body;

But in the world, indifference is the last thing we have to fear,

Whether the opponent is a person or a beast.

How would we feel if the stars were burning?

We cannot repay their zeal;

If the emotional effort cannot be balanced,

Just let me be the one who loves more.

I consider myself a admirer of the stars,

even if they ignore;

Looking at them now, I can't speak,

Say I miss a star fervently all day long.

In case the stars fade away someday,

I have to learn to look up at the empty sky.

Feel its blackness and grandeur,

Although it might take a while.