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

After returning from Hogsmeade Village, Anna and Brown's relationship heated up rapidly, and they were officially together.Anna also asked Freya many times about her and Smith's progress.They really didn't make any progress, they just met and said hello.And with Quidditch practice starting again, she didn't have time to develop a relationship.

There are enough things to worry about, not to mention that as the Christmas holiday approached, Freya knew an even worse news - her parents were not at home for Christmas because of overtime work, so she had to find Slug temporarily. Professor Horn filled out the application for staying in school.

Growing up, Freya was used to her parents always busy with work and locked her at home alone, but this was the first time she wanted to spend Christmas by herself.She pretended to be nonchalant and sent Kelly to the train, and went back to the dormitory alone to pack up the gifts for everyone and send them to every friend.After all this was done, she felt a little lonely.

Freya is not a person who would indulge in negative emotions, so she decided to find something to do for herself—to practice her improved cough medicine formula.She took the tools she needed, poked the little head of Ace, who was sitting on the side of the cage, looking at her helplessly, and said softly: "You are obedient, wait for me to come back, okay?" Rubbing the girl's fingers.

Freya couldn't bear it anymore: "I can't leave you alone for Christmas, can I?" Ace squeaked twice as if she understood.

"Okay, then I'll take you there." Freya picked up the cage.

Of course Snape hadn't been home, in fact he hadn't been home for a single Christmas since coming to Hogwarts.In his eyes, the cheering figures with luggage were extremely stupid.

In the evening, Snape planned to go to the abandoned classroom to see the Polyjuice Potion being brewed.But found a bright light from the closed door.Has anyone found this classroom too?This conjecture made him particularly unhappy, and he quickened his pace slightly because of another conjecture with little hope.

Snape opened the door and saw that the girl who shouldn't be here at this time was concentrating on brewing the potion. Her movements were gentle and skillful. When she heard the sound of the door opening, the girl looked up in surprise. The moment she saw him , her eyes seemed to be lit up, and she said in a gentle and pleasant voice: "You are here."

The room was full of rolling eyes and dim light, Snape's heart instantly warmed up, and his frowning brows relaxed.

Freya didn't know that Snape wasn't going home either, and the moment she saw him, she was overwhelmed with surprise.She felt that she should say hello first, or ask why Snape hadn't come home, and words couldn't express how she felt.

The loneliness surrounding Freya also dissipated, she bent her lake-blue eyes, and blinked happily: "Snape, it's good that you are here."

Snape's heart was slammed hard, beating a few beats faster than before, and his eyes were softer than ever.

This quiet and beautiful atmosphere ended at the moment when he saw the little hamster jumping around on the table, the corners of his mouth drooped a few degrees visible to the naked eye, and his cold eyes seemed to want to cut it into slices and dry it up at any time.

Freya quickly stuffed Ace back into the cage, and gave a dry laugh: "I thought you would go home, so I brought Ace here... Don't mind! Ace is very good."

"Maurice, I brought it back for you. I didn't let it have fun under my nose."

"I promise I will never bring Ace out again." Freya folded her hands together and begged, "But I am so pitiful, I thought you all went home, only Ace and I depended on each other... don't you have the heart Watch me spend Christmas alone?"

Snape pursed his lips habitually, snorted coldly, found a place where he couldn't see Ace and sat down out of sight.

Freya wanted to ask why Snape didn't come home, but she vaguely remembered that the relationship between Snape and his family was not very good.She looked at his thin face and baggy wizard robes - no real caring parent would neglect their child so much.There was a little distress in her heart.

Freya glanced at the crucible, and hurriedly changed the subject: "Are you here to see the compound decoction? I just watched it, and there is no problem at all. By the way, I thought of a way to shorten the cooking time of cough medicine. Can you help me see?" Perhaps the liquid in the cauldron was boiling more and more violently.

Snape came over, checked it out, and asked, "You added spider legs?" Snape checked.

Snape thought for a while, then added another 5g of daisy root, and then stirred five times clockwise.As soon as Snape saw the potion, he immediately became so focused that he didn't think about anything else.

Half an hour later, Snape turned off the fire, removed an empty glass bottle from the toolbox, and poured cough medicine into it.

Freya took the glass bottle excitedly: "So is my method successful?"

"If you don't add daisy root, the potency will be cut in half," said Snape. "It's an interesting idea, though."

Freya held the glass bottle babyfully: "Yes, yes, I'm amazing. This is the first time I've improved a potion formula. Maybe I'm a potion genius?"

Snape snorted, "Potions geniuses don't blow up cauldrons for three years in a row."

"That's the inevitable setback on the road to growth."

Freya cleaned up the table, looking at the deserted and deserted classroom full of sundries, the depression that had just dissipated has a tendency to come back again.She helped Ace shell the nuts one by one, and arranged them in the shape of a Christmas tree on a small plate.

Today's Freya is really too quiet, Snape should be satisfied, but a little unaccustomed, raised his head from the book, and asked: "What are you doing?"

Freya held up the small plate: "Look, I'm preparing Christmas dinner for Ace."

Snape snorted, "I wish you could be as ingenious when making potions."

"Is this your Christmas wish?" As soon as Freya opened the cage door, Ace was about to get out, she quickly blocked it, and then said, "Then you have to change it, because I am already very ingenious."

Ace sniffed carefully, desperately stuffing all the food on the plate into her mouth.After a while, its cheeks became swollen, and it ran over to rub Freya's fingers to act coquettishly.

Freya teased Ace for a while, and was suddenly attracted by something in the corner.She ran over and pulled it out. It was a huge bell-shaped decoration wrapped with streamers, although it had a lot of dust on it.Yes, she can decorate the classroom herself!

"Clear water is like a spring!"

"Clean up!"

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

"What are you doing again?" Snape stopped the quill again.

Freya wore a fluffy bun, with a few strands of hair hanging down her slender neck.She was straddling a ladder, adjusting the position of a string of small silver bells with ease.Hearing Snape calling her, she turned her head happily, with a more obvious smile: "Look, doesn't it look good?" As she spoke, she cast a levitating spell on herself, and lightly jumped off the ladder.

Freya walked to Snape's side, admiring her own work.She poked her head over: "Do you think it would be better to add a silver ribbon?"

They were so close that Snape could clearly see that her face was flushed and the tip of her nose was dripping with sweat.Perhaps it was because the fire in the fireplace was burning too vigorously, and his palms were also a little wet.

"It's better to do this when you have time..." Snape said sarcastically habitually, but not so smoothly.

Freya interrupted him: "Today is Christmas!" She raised her voice slightly, and lightly pressed one hand on the book Snape was reading, "Do you like golden ribbons or silver ribbons?"

"silver."

"No problem." She ran back again, turned a golden ribbon into silver, and hung it on the wall, "What do you think..." The unfinished words were stuck in her throat—she thought that Sneaker, who was reading a book, Pu was looking at her, not at the decoration on the wall, his obsidian-like eyes were deeper than ever before.She wondered if she should look away but she was bewitched by his eyes, lost in them.

Freya sighed in a low voice: "Severus, your eyes are so beautiful." Her face was burning, and she lowered her head helplessly.Merlin, what did I say!I don't know if Snape heard it?Probably... probably not.Freya didn't even dare to look at Snape's reaction: "I'm going to get some pine branches to make a wreath." No matter how bad her excuse was, she ran straight out of the classroom.

Once again rushed to the edge of the black lake, Freya still remembered that the last time she rushed here so excitedly was half a year ago.In just half a year, everything changed quietly.At that time, there were still people in twos and threes by the Black Lake, but now everything around is covered in white snow.At that time, she looked at the silent night sky and felt that her heart was also quiet. Now she looked at the night sky with blood boiling, as if surrounded by Snape's focused eyes.

Freya hoped that she was the only one who could see the stars in the night sky, and the starry sky was shining only for her...

Freya was so cold that she sneezed several times, and she walked in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to put on her coat.Thanks to the cold weather, she finally felt that her face was not hot anymore.

Freya returned to the classroom, the door was ajar, the same as when she left.Guiltyly, she looked in through the crack of the door, and Snape was holding melon seeds and feeding them to Ace one by one.His expression was focused and relaxed, completely different from when someone was around, his brows and the corners of his mouth were stretched, and his movements were extraordinarily gentle.He seemed to have dropped all pretense, not even with Lily.

Freya accidentally touched the door leaf, and the creaking sound alarmed Snape. He immediately retracted into his armored shell, tensed his face, and looked at the door vigilantly.When he saw that it was Freya, his eyes moved, and the corners of his mouth curved into a nice arc.Freya didn't miss the flash of concern in Snape's eyes when he saw her wet clothes, but she didn't dare to think about it because she was afraid of being sentimental, so she sneaked in sideways.

"Do pine branches grow in the Black Lake?" Snape stared at her closely.

Freya looked away as if she had been burned, and stretched the corner of her clothes cautiously: "Of course not..."

"Can't you take care of yourself? Last time too..." Snape stopped suddenly, took out his wand and waved it lightly, Freya felt her whole body dry and warm.

Last time...Freya was very smart for a while, and the courage that came out of nowhere urged her to speak: "You mean the time I was in the library before the Quidditch match? Don't you think I wasted your time? Instead, you are worried about me, worried that I am working too hard?"

Freya's heart was haunted by happiness, and an unknown flower quietly bloomed in her heart.

Snape didn't deny it, but turned his head away: "Where's your pine branch?"

"Here it is, but I can't tie it..."

Snape took the pine branches naturally and easily finished them into a beautiful ring.Freya sat down next to him and helped him twine a bouquet of hollies.

"Can I make a wish for Christmas?" Freya swallowed nervously, "Severus, do I have the honor to call you Severus?"

Snape didn't answer, and she waited quietly.

"You're going to change your Christmas wish..." Freya was lifted up, "I think you've already called that...Freya."

Freya's heart throbbed for a while, with a numb feeling.Her name sounded like a spell in Snape's cello voice, and her face began to heat uncontrollably again.

"Then I don't need a Christmas wish." There was a smile in her words, and she said to herself in her heart, this is my greatest wish.

The author has something to say: In order to write the article, I re-read part of the original work, especially the part where the professor and Lily broke up.

I love the professor, the one who has countless flaws but is still great and brave.So I have to admit that the professor was not upright when he was a teenager, and he didn't understand love at all...

But, such a professor, how can you sweeten it, sugar?What about sugar?If this continues, you will break with Lily and break with Freya, okay? ! ! !

The PS card is flying, and I wrote this one after scrapping the 6000 manuscript... I will fix it again if I have a chance, it won't work...