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

Freya couldn't sleep well all night, dreaming that the cauldron exploded for a while, and Snape told her that she would definitely fail her potions test.When she appeared at the Slytherin table the next day with dark circles under her eyes, Kelly was taken aback: "It's only the second day of school and you're staying up late to study?"

"I'm going to fail my Potions class if I don't work hard." Freya absently poked at the fried egg with her fork.She had never been very good at getting along with strangers, and the thought of learning potions with Snape starting on Friday night made her a little worried.

"Oh, don't mention this soon. Every time I take Potions class, my hands smell like slugs. It's so disgusting." Kelly made a vomiting expression, "Freya, Gryffindor Queen this afternoon Diqi training, do you want to go?"

"Oh, training every three days... Gryffindors don't need to study!" Freya finished eating fried eggs in two or three bites, "Come on, go to Transfiguration class."

She pulled Kelly up and saw Snape who was eating alone at the end of the long table, and walked over after thinking about it. "Snape, good morning." Under the soft morning sun, Snape looked less gloomy. He wiped his mouth with a tablecloth and nodded, "Good morning."

Freya thought this must be a good start, and her smile became more obvious: "See you in that class." Even though Snape only nodded slightly, Freya felt that the day was a little brighter.

"Hey, when did you get along with that Snape?" Kelly raised her eyebrows and smiled maliciously.

Freya waved her hands again and again: "Don't mention this matter..." After she explained, Kelly's face was full of sympathy and helplessness.

Today's task is very simple, which is to turn a bird into a vase. After half a class, Freya succeeded.It occurred to her that she still needed a new vase, and she took out her notebook, sketching.She didn't know if Snape had thrown away the bouquet of flowers. Thinking of this, she couldn't help turning her head to look at the boy sitting alone in the last row.He has already completed the task, and has been writing something on the book with the black quill with a forked feather, as if he has nothing to do with this world.

Maybe he felt the focused gaze, and frowned slightly. Before he raised his head, Freya turned around and pretended that she had been concentrating on writing notes.

Come to think of it, Snape just didn't seem to talk to other people very well, and probably didn't get along that well either.

After class, Freya and Kelly rushed out of the classroom with their schoolbags on their backs, took a piece of bread, and rushed to the Quidditch pitch. You must know that every time the Gryffindor team practiced, the front row of the pitch was always crowded. It was full of fans of Potter and Black, and they had to reserve seats in advance.

Of course, Freya and Kelly's purpose is different from others, they have a greater mission - to steal the enemy's information.Although Freya didn't like Potter's pushy look, she had to admit that he was an excellent Seeker.Slytherin hadn't beaten Gryffindor since joining the team.Therefore, as the pursuers of the Slytherin team, Freya and Kelly have a major task in the game. They must score as many points as possible before Potter catches the golden snitch.For this reason, they have to formulate corresponding tactics according to their opponents. Since most of the team's seniors are busy preparing for the wizard level exam, the matter of collecting information falls on their shoulders.

Freya sighed, took out the camera that she and Kaili had bought with pocket money for four months, and dutifully recorded every player's movements.

Her eyes fell on Blake unconsciously. For a while, he spun 360 degrees handsomely to avoid the Bludger, and for a while, he shot the Quaffle into the goal at a tricky angle. Potter high-fives.Freya felt her heart skip a few beats.

Great, if only he could play as well as he does.

"It would be great if Blake didn't go to Gryffindor." Kelly held her face and sighed, and said in a drunken tone, "If this continues, I really want to chase him regardless of the barriers of the college, oh, my Prince Black!"

Freya's heart sank slightly: "You... like him?"

"Hey, my little Freya, don't you take it seriously. Hey, you're blushing, don't you really like him?" Kelly said gossipingly, "I remember you wrote to Blake when you were in first grade. A letter."

Freya rested her forehead helplessly. She had written a letter to Black after the first-year sorting ceremony.She was attacked by a dark wizard when she was very young, when she hid behind her mother and shivered, not knowing what she could do.And her mother was injured trying to save him.Since then, she has had the dream of being an Auror, and she hopes that she can be strong enough and brave enough to protect those around her.

In her young and ignorant view, Blake's behavior of betraying the family in pursuit of self-ideals is simply cool.That act of bravery hit his heart at once, so he couldn't resist writing an anonymous letter, praising his courage.

And Freya ignored one point, she used her own owl.Several Slytherins recognized her owl, and rumors spread that she had written courtship letters to Black at first sight.Later, everyone gradually forgot about this matter, and Kaili still made fun of him from time to time.

Freya was a little guilty, and hurriedly teased: "Who said that, I'm afraid our captain Owen will be angry, our team's cute pursuer is collaborating with the enemy and treason." Kelly turned red and beat Freya twice. Down.

While smiling, Freya was suddenly attracted by a figure on the edge of the field.Why did Snape come to Gryffindor training?Then he saw a red-haired girl standing next to him—Evans, oh, no wonder.

Girls who are too good will always attract a lot of followers.If it weren't for the widespread blood discrimination in Slytherin, then Evans must be a well-deserved goddess in the third grade. She is beautiful, cheerful, has good academic performance, and is loved by teachers.

Kelly followed his gaze: "Ah, isn't that Snape and Evans?"

"Huh?" Freya looked at Kelly puzzled.

"Do you remember Crabbe and Goyle in fifth grade?" Kelly said mysteriously, "Captain Owen told me that they conspired against Evans last year."

"What?" Freya's eyes widened in shock, she had never heard of these things.

"I heard that Crabbe and Goyle fell under a curse the night before the plan was implemented. They stayed in the infirmary for a week and vomited every day! Do you know who did it?" Kelly blinked. , "It's Snape!"

so smart!Sure enough, people who study well only play with those who study well.

Freya looked at the two people in the distance, thinking enviously.

"Look! They've scored again! Damn, I think Gryffindor has gotten tougher this year." Kelly pointed to the pitch.But Freya couldn't help looking at the edge of the court again.Evans stood up and walked out, and Snape followed him without haste. "Potter caught the Snitch this time in only 33 minutes and 47 seconds." With the cheers of the audience, Kelly stopped the stopwatch.

In the stadium, Potter held up the Golden Snitch with one hand, and walked towards this side in a showy manner.

"Let's go, it looks like we're going to increase our training this year." Freya sighed, "Blake and the two fifth-grade suitors are also cooperating more tacitly."

After dinner, the two discussed taking the developed photos to the library to organize strategic notes.Afraid of disturbing others, they found a corner with fewer people.As soon as Freya sat down, she heard low laughter beside her. When she looked up, Evans was not far away.She has red hair like fire, always so bright and moving in the crowd.And Snape sat across from her, with the textbooks spread out on the side, his body leaning forward slightly, his ink-like eyes became very serious and deep, he looked at Evans intently, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he nodded from time to time, and occasionally answered The last sentence, and Evans smiled brighter.

14 years old is the age that loves fantasy, and Freya's heart becomes a little soft, like a feather gently brushing and falling to the bottom of her heart.

What kind of love is the most touching?Nothing is better than his dark eyes will only be lit by you.

"When will spring come?" Freya asked nonchalantly.

"After we play our last game of the year, spring will come," Kelly said relentlessly.

The author has something to say: In order to write this article, I read the part about the professor in the original book, and the more I think, the more I feel that he will not like anyone except Lily... How can I be so decadent...

I'm afraid that the professor doesn't like the heroine, and I'm afraid that he likes the heroine too quickly...

The heroine worships the professor more and more, but she still looks good for the time being, it hasn't turned into a real liking...

Falling in love is so difficult, where is my love brain, why does the heroine only think about studying and Quidditch!