[HP] Professor, my potion grades can be saved again

Freya had some troubles today. She ran her fingers through the end of her hair. This was a challenge comparable to fighting a dragon.Her lake blue eyes were full of despair.In fact, she had seen Snape walk into the library before coming over.But she had hesitated at the door of the library for almost half an hour.

Professor Slughorn bless you, it was your idea.

Finally, Freya took a deep breath and walked into the library.At a glance, they found Snape who was studying quietly in the innermost corner.Although there are many people in the library, it seems that everyone has tacitly stayed away from a corner, and the surrounding area is empty.Others would occasionally whisper a few words, but he was the only one who was extremely quiet and seemed out of place with the surroundings.

"S... Snape..."

She took a few breaths, trying to calm herself down.She was not good at dealing with strangers, let alone asking all the Slytherins, oh no, the most gloomy, coldest, and most terrifying people in Hogwarts for help.Hell, if you forget it, isn't it just a potion? If you can't learn it, don't learn it. Why do you have to let me ask this.

"Huh?" Snape raised his head slowly, a few strands of hair fell down, covering the sides of his face, and his dark eyes were shining with a sharp light.

Freya faltered in an instant, trembling for a bit, like a frightened hamster, if she could immediately shrink into a ball and disappear in front of Snape.But the body reacted one step earlier than the consciousness, took half a step back, and whispered: "I'm sorry!" Then she rushed out of the library before Mrs. Pince roared.

It wasn't until the moment when she rushed to the edge of the black lake that Freya really felt that the soul had returned to her body.She leaned against the sycamore tree beside her, hugged her knees with her hands, and curled up into a small ball as much as possible.

Damn Professor Slughorn!That's all she has on her mind now.

Freya has always dreamed of becoming an Auror after graduation.This may be different from what most Slytherins want to do. Fortunately, she was not born in those famous pure-blood families, and his family is still very supportive of his dreams.She has also worked hard towards this goal since the first grade, and has never let up for a moment.Only Potions class, Freya's heart will always be in pain.

Her father was an attending physician at the Charms Injuries Unit at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds, but she hadn't inherited any of her father's talent for potions, and her father was too busy at work to give her poor daughter extra lessons.

Freya took out the neatly folded third grade final exam report card from her pocket, looked at the A in the column of potion scores and sighed heavily.To be honest, if her father hadn't been Professor Slughorn's favorite student, maybe he would have given her a P.

She buried her head in her knees, revealing only her lake-blue eyes.Why no matter how hard she tried, her potion still couldn't be so perfect.She will never understand why there is such a big difference between the cough potion that has been stirred three and a half times and the cough potion that has been stirred four times; and why it is almost the same potion ingredients and brewing method, adding 31g of chopped daisy root is Vomiting potion, add 19g of crushed daisy root to make a constipation potion.

Freya still remembered her first potions class, which was very bad, and it seemed to set the tone for his subsequent classes.She worked with her new friend Kelly, and everything went smoothly at first, and the potion gradually became transparent, just like the one described in the book.I don't know which step went wrong. The potion bubbled up and overflowed in an instant. If Slughorn hadn't discovered it in time, both of them would have been scalded.They were also given a week's confinement and disposed of pots of slugs.

Now she and Kelly are best friends, and their grades seem to be hitting the ground running.

The thing that hit her hardest in that Potions class was the way Snape looked at them - it was like looking at two trolls, and she thought she might never forget it in her lifetime.From then on, Freya always walked around when she saw him, and she would quickly turn her head away if she accidentally looked at him. She didn't want to be so rude, but his eyes seemed to be contemptuous of my IQ at any time.

I'm doing very well in all other subjects except potions, you bastard!Thinking of this, Freya gritted her teeth angrily.

But Freya didn't blame him, who told Snape to be a potion genius, and he could complete the tasks assigned by Slughorn an hour earlier each time.A few times, she secretly sat next to Snape, just to see how he did it.It's a pity that she didn't learn anything, and almost blew up her own cauldron because of it.

Wait, it flew too far.

Her father specially wrote a letter to his mentor, Professor Slughorn, hoping that he could give Freya some little help so that she can successfully obtain grades above E in the fifth grade OWLs, and To be able to continue to take Potions in the sixth grade, these are all necessary to be an Auror.

So after Potions class on the second day of school, Freya was invited by the professor to his office for a glass of apple juice, and found me a tutor - his favorite - Severus Snape .

"Miss Morris, your father, Stephen is one of the most gifted students I have ever taught, I think you can do it. But you know, I still need to prepare for the seventh grade class, I think... Severus is in the same academy as you, you know him, I bet he will surpass me in potions in the future. I can talk to him and ask him to spare a little time every week to tutor you .Okay my child, it's getting late, let's go back. I believe you will be as good as your father."

It's a lie to be busy preparing for any class. I think he's busy running some kind of slug club.Freya thought angrily, the professor must have felt that there was no cure for me, and because my father couldn't refuse because of my father's face, he must have pushed me to Snape.Merlin, can I drop out of school?God, I seemed to interrupt Snape's study just now, and rushed out of the library.I seem to have disturbed him, so did I say sorry when I rushed out?Have something to say!As a group of robbers who have seen him single-handedly against Gryffindor from a distance, I am really afraid of being cursed for the reason of disrespecting my classmates.

Freya, it's okay, don't panic, you are an inspirational person who wants to be an Auror, you can do it.

Freya didn't know how long she had been doing it, until she felt she could breathe normally again, then slowly got up and walked slowly like the dormitory building.Tomorrow...no, the day after tomorrow...no, let's go to Snape formally this Saturday, and ask him to help me with potions in his spare time.Well, it’s definitely not because I’m afraid to look for him. I want to impress my new teacher. Let’s summarize the problems from the first grade to the present... Yes, yes, and buy some for my new teacher small gift.

The troublesome problem was pushed to Saturday. Freya instantly felt a lot more relaxed, and walked briskly. She walked all the way back to the cellar, and even picked a bunch of golden mimosa afterwards, which could just fit into a vase in the dormitory. , matching her new dark green tablecloth.It would be even better to change into a new vase, she was already tired of looking at the previous one.What kind of change?white?Doesn't match the tablecloth... black with gold prints?

"Miss Morris."

Freya paused, the voice - it was Snape!She turned with difficulty, and saw him close the book, get up from the armchair by the fireplace, and come to her side.Fuck, what about the promised Saturday, why did we see you again so soon?Don't you usually come back after studying in the library until the curfew?

"Good evening, Snape." Freya summoned up the courage to glance at him, and Snape's slight frown made her even more nervous.Freya circled her hair with her fingers, and added hesitantly, "Sir?"

"Professor Slughorn told me that you need remedial potions. You will be in the library at eight o'clock on Friday night. I hope Miss Morris will not waste too much of my time."

Freya looked into his dark eyes until I was sure that there was not too much impatience in it, then she was relieved and smiled gratefully as much as she could: "Thank you, I will study hard."

Snape nodded and went to the bedroom.Freya couldn't enjoy other people's help with peace of mind, without giving something back.Suddenly she had an idea: "Snape!"

He almost walked into the dark corridor leading to the bedroom, stopped and turned sideways.Freya stretched her robe cautiously: "I'm sorry that you need to spare some time to tutor my Potions class, I know you are very busy..."

"If you think you don't need my tutoring, that's even better..."

"No!" Freya trotted two steps in front of him, and stuffed the mimosa into his hand: "I mean, I'm very happy that you are willing to teach me!"

His expression finally changed, he seemed a little surprised, and took a half step back.Freya thought that maybe everything would not be as bad as she thought.

The author has something to say: In fact, I have been out of the circle for a long time, but I can't help but come back to read the professor's article after a while.I saw two favorite articles "My Boy God Is Gay" and "Tell My Dad to Hit You After School", which made my heart flutter~

The first time I fell in love with the professor was back in 2009. At that time, all the heroines I liked were looking forward to saving the professor and the world by the way.

But now that he has grown up, he likes the simple sweetness more and more. The professor doesn't need to be rescued by anyone, he just meets a girl he likes like an ordinary boy, and this girl just happens to like him.

But there are not enough small sweet articles, so I can't help but open my own hole~ It won't be too long, try to wait until it is finished before releasing it!Don't cheat this time!