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

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they need to know the three unforgivable curses.Professor Jones spoke eloquently on the podium: "Black magic is an important branch of magic. If you don't understand black magic, you can't really learn Defense Against the Dark Arts... The most important difference between black magic and ordinary magic is not the harmfulness, but Heart. When we cast the Patronus Charm, our heart is full of happiness, and when we cast black magic, we need to have enough hatred. And a lot of damage caused by black magic is irreversible, and even some black magic will The caster itself causes harm... The three unforgivable curses are the Killing Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse...I will demonstrate the Imperius Curse for everyone in class."

Some of the Slytherins cheered, looking at Professor Jones with interest.He poured a spider out of the jar, cleared his throat, and said, "Out of body." The spider tap danced on the table, hilariously.

Freya turned the crystal beads on the bracelet, she was still struggling with what happened before.She used to think that Snape was perfect, his whole body looked the way she liked. She liked his quietness and restraint, his taciturnity.But no, she found that the places she liked also became places she hated.The way he said nothing hovered in his mind, lingering.She was gripped tightly by a sense of powerlessness.

The star in the crystal bead was suddenly lit up, Freya turned her head, and Snape was taking notes.She looked at the crystal beads again, and the stars had turned back to silver.

"Miss Morris, would you like to come and give us a demonstration?"

Freya walked up to the podium under the gaze of everyone in the class, and sat on the chair in the middle.She looked at Snape, and he was looking at her.

"We are doing Defense Against the Dark Arts, so the most important thing is that I want to teach you how to resist the Imperius Curse." Professor Jones said gently: "Very well, Miss Morris, don't be nervous. Now I'm going to cast a spell on you Imperius, let you sing a song. What song do you like?"

Freya said dryly, "I'm out of tune, Professor."

"It's better, it strengthens your belief in resistance, doesn't it?" Professor Jones raised his wand, "Get ready, I'll count one, two, three—the soul is out of my body!"

The curse fell into the back of Freya's head, she was still staring straight ahead, her lake-blue eyes suddenly became dizzy, as if lifeless.A turbid white mist was gradually engulfing her, her voice was also blocked out, and she couldn't feel any intuition, so she opened her mouth uncontrollably and wanted to sing.

No!don't want!She wanted to cry out, but no sound came out.The feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed her so much that she couldn't breathe.

No!I do not like this!

She tried to turn her head away, she couldn't see clearly, but she knew Snape was sitting there.In an instant, the white mist in front of her eyes seemed to disappear, and Snape was looking at her worriedly, his hands were clenched tightly, and his nails seemed to be stuck in the back of his hands.

Sev... help me...

Freya opened her mouth again, this time she bit her lower lip fiercely, and the smell of blood filled her mouth instantly.The pain brought her back to consciousness, and her eyes became clearer.Tears welled up in her eyes, and she blinked quickly to force the tears back.

She looked at Snape again, he seemed to have kept his reading posture unchanged.

"Very good, let's applaud Miss Morris." Professor Jones said gratifiedly, "Very few people can do it so well for the first time. Slytheringa very well."

"Thank you Professor Jones."

Professor Jones handed him a cup of hot lemon tea and said kindly, "Go and have a rest."

Freya was still immersed in the feeling of occlusion and suffocation just now, she returned to her seat holding the tea.She didn't notice the little stars shining in the crystal beads all the time.

"Remember the Unforgivable Curses are forbidden in school, get out of class."

Freya was patted on the shoulder, and she quickly raised her head: "X... Lily?"

Lily sat next to her and looked at her worriedly: "Is it better?"

Freya nodded, the stars were still silver, she turned her head unwillingly, the classroom was already empty.Her voice was a little hoarse: "It's much better, thank you."

"It's fine, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"it is good."

Lily had helped her pack up and handed her a tissue: "Your mouth is still bleeding."

"Thank you."

They walked slowly along the Black Lake, and Freya gradually felt better.She took Lily's hand and asked her, "Has Severus always liked the Dark Arts that much?"

"This should be his favorite thing besides potions."

"Lily, I used to think that there is no difference between black magic and other magic, as long as I use it to protect others." Freya looked at the calm lake and said lightly, "But the Imperius Curse is too powerful. It's hard...I feel like I'm not alone but a puppet...I sometimes realize that things I didn't do voluntarily, but I can't control myself."

"I know, I know..." Lily gave Freya a hug.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, Freya felt better, and she saw a circle of people gathered under a nearby birch tree.

"What are you sneaking about, snotluck?" Potter's arrogant voice cut through the crowd.Freya and Lily squeezed in together.

Potter and Black stood in the middle, and they pointed their wands at Snape at the same time.Black's other hand held Snape's wand.Snape was bound by invisible ropes and was desperately trying to break free.

"Don't bully people!" Lily stood between Snape and Potter.Freya stopped Snape's spell with a wave of her wand.

Lily yelled at Potter: "I thought you changed, you changed, you really disappointed me."

Porter scratched his messy hair and explained in a panic: "He was the one who sneaked after Macdonald first! Look what he's going to do!" He pointed to a piece of grass near the root of the tree. The grass has withered and there is a broken glass bottle on it.

Freya yelled: "The wand is flying." Snape's wand flew to her hand, and she looked at the two people in front of her coldly: "There is no need to explain to you what Severus is going to do! "

"Snotty, you always need a girl's protection, huh?" Blake clicked his tongue and pointed his wand at Morris. "Maurice, I thought you could tell right from wrong. Don't force me to cast a spell on you."

Lily couldn't help but took out her wand and said loudly, "You all stop!" Then she turned to Snape, her eyes narrowed, "Sev, you really should explain."

Snape clenched his fists and stood there without saying a word.

Potter said angrily: "What else can be explained, it is obvious that he wants to use these MacDonalds, this is not the way that small pure-blood group in Slytherin used to deal with Muggle-born wizards!"

"Is that what he said?" Lily asked softly.

Freya stared closely at Snape, afraid to miss any of his expressions: "I don't believe what he said, Severus."

"That's what he said." Snape said with a straight face, as if it took a lot of effort to say this.

Lily took a step back, looked at Snape in disbelief, and said disappointedly, "I thought you were different from them..."

Snape struggled to say something, but couldn't.Lily didn't look at him anymore, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.

"Prongs, the game is over." Black put down his wand regretfully, and winked at Potter, "Your chance has come."

Potter understood immediately, and glanced at Snape triumphantly: "You're lucky, snotlite." He followed Lily out of the crowd.

The crowd of onlookers also gradually dispersed, Snape did not move, and neither did Freya.She returned the wand to Snape, took his sleeve with the other hand, and said softly, "Let's go back first."

Snape said coldly, "Didn't you hear my answer?"

Freya didn't want to hear anything at this moment, she didn't want to think about anything, she was afraid that the crumbling trust would collapse in an instant.She could only repeat one sentence: "Let's go back first, we'll talk when we go back."

"Maurice, don't you understand? This is what I'm going to do."

"No, everything was fine before...Is it because of Avery and Mulciber, right? They forced you to do this, right?"

Snape sneered, "What can those two trash force me to do!"

Freya looked at the strange boy in front of her in disbelief, her fingers were stiff and numb, but she still only pinched his cuff.

"I do not believe……"

Snape said sullenly, "It's none of your business, Maurice! I've had enough of your meddling!"

"Do you think I'm meddling?" One sentence ignited the deepest anxiety in Freya's heart, and she said indifferently, "Okay, I'll just ignore it from now on."

She let go of her fingers one by one, and his black sleeves slipped off, returning to the way it should be.

The author has something to say: In fact, the prototype of this plot is the breakup between the professor and Lily. I moved this matter forward by one year...

But I really can't bear to let the professor go through this again in my essay...

As for why they suddenly had to quarrel, it has been backlogged for a long time...

Don't hit me! ! !