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

Freya has re-arranged the entire classroom. On the left is a row of storage racks filled with ingredients for her and Snape's potions. In front of the storage racks is a long table that they brew together. The place of potions.On the right is a couch and a sofa chair that she transformed using polymorphing.Look closely at the detailed snake-shaped decorations on the armrests. Freya can't change these details well, and Snape helped him make them out.There is an exquisite vase on the coffee table, which was designed by Freya herself before, and there is a bouquet of flowers in the vase.After Freya's struggle, at the corner of the table, Ace has her own little paradise where she can play casually.They also put a lock on the abandoned classroom and cast ignore and banish spells to make sure no one would find it.

At this moment, Snape was sitting comfortably on the side of the sofa, looking at the book in his hand.After Freya fed Ace, she naturally picked up a plate of snacks on the coffee table and handed it to Snape, who then picked one and put it in his mouth.Freya went to the other side of the sofa, fiddling with vases.She felt sluggish all over, couldn't exert herself, and didn't want to read anymore, so she changed to a more comfortable position and looked at Snape's profile.

The pastries baked today seem to be very suitable for Snape's taste, let's bake some more tomorrow.

"Severus..." Ever since the exchange of Christian names, Freya couldn't help calling him, nothing special.

"Huh?" Snape was used to it, and responded.

Freya asked curiously: "Severus, what Christmas gift did you give Lily?"

Freya had given Severus a set of silver pocket knives she'd seen in Kelly's shopping magazine.With handles that fit snugly in the hand, sharp edges, and added anti-corrosion enchantments, a set of knives can handle any enchantment you can throw your way.Freya knew it belonged to Snape the first time she saw it.Although a bit expensive, Freya bought it without hesitation.Freya could see Snape use this set of knives to handle potion materials in a smooth manner every day. She couldn't get enough of it. It was a touching performance.

Freya was also pleasantly surprised to receive a Christmas gift from Snape - a recipe for a hair care potion.It was very similar to a potion formula she had read in a book to prevent hair split ends. It has been improved, the effect is better and the materials are more streamlined.She didn't expect that Snape would remember what he mentioned casually before, and even helped her improve it.To be honest, Snape's potion talents are overkill for improving hair potions. He always studies more advanced magic when he has time, but he still helped her improve a hair potion !

Freya was so happy that she wanted to frame that piece of parchment and hang it on the wall.

"An "Illustrated Handbook of Common Magical Creatures."

It's very ordinary, not as special as her hair care potion formula.Freya quietly made a comparison.

"Oh, how can you give such a boring gift to girls." She purposely said in a preaching tone, "Girls always have to give cute trinkets like hairpins and necklaces."

Snape closed the book: "Not everyone is like you."

Freya said angrily: "Then you still give me the magic potion?"

"Give it back to me if you don't need it." Snape held out his hand, as if to take back his prescription.

Freya also stretched out her hand reflexively, and attached it to his palm.Both hands stiffened.Immediately, she patted her suppressed heart beating wildly, pretending to be natural: "It's too late, it's already mine." She was a little nostalgic for the touch of the thin calluses on his fingertips sliding across the palm of his hand.

Freya picked up a book in a concealed manner, and the words flew around her like a swarm of flying insects, but they couldn't get into her head.But her eyelids were getting heavy, and she fell asleep leaning on the arm of the sofa after a while.She felt that her whole body was burning hot, and her head was dizzy.For a while, her consciousness became clearer, and she could feel a cool hand gently touching her forehead.She didn't want the cold feeling to disappear, so she held that hand and fell asleep again.

"Freya...Freya, get up and take your medicine."

"Hmm..." Freya snorted twice, and reluctantly opened her eyes.She slammed into those black eyes full of concern, and looked a little lost, her lake blue eyes were full of nostalgia, her nasal voice was heavy, and she murmured coquettishly, "Severus, let me sleep a little longer .”

"Get up and drink the medicine now." Snape handed a glass bottle to her mouth, she smelled a musty smell, wrinkled her nose, and finished it obediently.The effect of the cough medicine made Freya's thinking a little dull. She was in a daze. She felt her face was burning uncomfortably. She didn't realize that she was still holding Snape's hand. She only felt that it was as comfortable as an ice pack. , she took that hand and pressed it to her cheek, rubbed it like Ace used to do, and fell asleep again satisfied.

It took an unknown amount of time for Freya to wake up slowly. She looked around in a daze. Snape was sitting in the single armchair next to her, reading a book in a strange posture.She belatedly realized that she was holding his hand tightly and released it like an electric shock, her ears and neck began to turn red, and she twisted her hair uneasily: "Sorry... I don't know ...Do I have a fever?"

Snape moved his numb hand: "Maybe it's just a cold for you, otherwise you wouldn't have realized that you had a fever until now."

Freya touched her forehead, it was no longer hot, but she could feel the tide on her back, she should have sweated a lot just now. "I'm not burning anymore?"

Snape said, "You should be thankful for your own cough syrup."

Freya resentfully argued: "Maybe I have the talent of a prophet?" At this moment, she saw that she was covered with a large robe, which she remembered was Snape The one I wear all the time.She sniffed it secretly, and it had the bitter smell of the potion she was familiar with, and it was great without the smell of her sweat.Had Snape put it on for her?Thinking of this, she couldn't help rubbing her hands.

"Severus, can I return the clothes to you after I finish the laundry?" She looked at Snape shyly, and carefully folded the clothes without waiting for Snape to refuse.

Freya's stomach growled suddenly, her face turned red, she covered her face, it was so embarrassing.It was nine o'clock and she seemed to have missed dinner, and Snape had missed dinner too.

Snape stood up, and Freya also stood up stupidly: "Are you going back?"

"I'll get some food, in case you starve to death here." There was a subtle smile in Snape's words.

"I will go with you!"

Snape raised an eyebrow and looked at Freya suspiciously.Freya immediately raised her hand and swore, "I don't have a fever anymore."

Snape usually walked very fast, always with very long steps, and Freya had to trot two steps to keep up with him.But today Snape seemed to slow down and wait for her.She looked at the hand that was close at hand, and wanted to hold it a little bit.

Burn yourself stupid?Freya patted herself on the face, deliberately took half a step behind, and followed Snape's side.He just treats you as a friend, and he held his hand tightly before, and he couldn't break free!What are you thinking about?

They stopped in front of a tapestry with a picture of a fruit bowl, and scratched a pear, which turned into a green handle.

"You also know that the kitchen is here?" Freya's eyes widened in surprise, she thought it was her own secret discovery.

"Don't you come here every morning?"

What does it matter?Freya tilted her head suspiciously.

Pushing open the door, all the house-elves in the room turned around and bowed respectfully to them: "Dear Miss Morris, are you here to make dessert again?"

"Miss Morris, do you still want to make the morning snack? We have prepared enough maple syrup for you!"

"Did you make those snacks?"

"I...Kelly gave me a book about baking, I just came to try it out. Don't waste it when you're done... Don't think about it!" Freya ran out of the kitchen with a red face.Snape looked at the fleeing girl with a smile on his face.

Freya didn't dare to look at Snape, so she walked in front. Snape followed her silently, carrying a bag of food.The shadows of the two were elongated and intertwined behind them.

The work of making desserts was exposed, and Freya simply stopped hiding and baked desserts in different ways every day.She even took the baking book to the abandoned classroom and asked Snape to choose it directly.And Snape also seemed to be interested in desserts, and would eat up all the desserts made by Freya every time.It must be that my own craftsmanship is better than that of the house elves. Thinking about it this way, Freya is a little proud.

Sure enough, eating more was still useful, until the day before the end of the Christmas holiday, Freya felt that Snape's face was rounder and softer, showing a healthy luster.As for Freya, she found sadly that the waist of the school uniform skirt was a little tight.For the first time, she was so eager to start Quidditch training as soon as possible, so that she could get back to her previous appearance.

"School starts tomorrow, Severus." Freya was feeding Ace with a handful of melon seeds.Ace bounced around with his short legs trying to reach the food in front of him.

Snape also came over, and when Ace saw him, he immediately dropped his eyes and ran after him.It wasn't until Snape lightly stroked its little head that Ace returned contentedly to continue eating melon seeds.

"Now you know you're coming back to eat? It's too late!" Freya put away the melon seeds jealously, and ignored Ace again.The corners of Snape's mouth curved, and quickly returned to its original position.

Freya walked beside him: "Is the compound potion almost ready?"

"Hmm." As soon as Snape raised his hand, Freya handed him the porcupine quill tacitly.

In just a short dozen days, Freya has gotten used to this kind of life.They stayed together all day, sometimes brewing potions together, sometimes sitting on the sofa and reading books.They occasionally chatted about the magic they had just seen, and sometimes chatted about trivial matters.When the weather was nicer, Snape was even willing to walk with her by the Black Lake and pick a bunch of flowers to put in a vase.

Except for her parents, Freya has never lived with anyone else for such a long time. It is plain and warm, just like a family.

And soon they will return to their respective lives, Freya is a little bit reluctant.

The two packed their things early and walked back to the cellar.At the door of the lounge, Freya looked at Snape, the lake-blue eyes were slightly rippling, and finally returned to calm.The corners of her mouth were raised beautifully, with dimples looming: "See you tomorrow, Severus."

"See you tomorrow, Freya." They turned around and walked up the stairs back to their dormitory.

The author has something to say: I think in the original book, the professor has a strong possessive desire for Lily, and he can’t accept that Lily has changed from a little girl who didn’t know anything at the beginning and listened to him to such a way that she is completely out of his control , but because of his low self-esteem and Lily's excellence, he didn't say it clearly, and he couldn't really ask Lily to belong to him alone.

Sometimes the way two people get along has been fixed, and it is difficult to change later, which is why he and Lily are doomed to tragedy.

But Freya was different. When they met, he didn't think that this girl would have a deep relationship with him, so the two had a lot of opportunities to get along.