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

Freya and Kelly walked into the Potions classroom together, they walked over talking and laughing as if they hadn't seen Snape, and reached the front row of the classroom.

"Are you planning to stay like this forever? Just ignore him?"

Freya said helplessly, "What can I do?"

While helping Freya set up the cauldron, Kelly said worriedly: "I'd better make potions with you."

"Honey, it's definitely easier for me to brew the potion by myself than with you." Freya patted her head, "Hey, go and join your Brown team."

At this time, a boy with black hair and black eyes came over: "Hi, Morris, I'm Simon Spark, remember?"

Freya recalled a little bit, wasn't this the person who lost to her in the first round of the Gaobushi competition.She said lightly: "Hello."

"Are you in a group too?" Spark asked, "Can I join you?"

She nodded indifferently, ignoring Spark, and started preparing potion ingredients on her own.To be honest, Spark's hands-on ability is much better than Kelly's. Seeing how well he cuts materials, Freya felt relieved to let him help her.

Freya looked at the potion formula of the palliative that Professor Slughorn wrote on the blackboard.She has already previewed this, and she thinks that the two items in the middle, "stir clockwise five times and counterclockwise five times" and "helleborus syrup 300ml" can be optimized.She recorded her initial thoughts and then changed them according to the actual situation.

She wanted to forget Snape, but she couldn't easily forget what she had learned from him.The habits that once belonged to him are soaked in her blood.She wanted to escape for a moment, wanted to leave Hogwarts, wanted to go home to rest, and let herself temporarily forget everything here.But she couldn't, all she could do was brew a palliative.

Spark is very careful and puts the materials she is about to use within reach of her every time.They also cooperated more and more tacitly.

"Excellent! Mr. Snape is done! Ten points for Slytheringa!"

The whole class looked back, only Freya was still stirring the liquid in the crucible with her head down.It was the last step. She poured the hellebore syrup and let it stand for 10 minutes. The liquid changed from transparent to dark green and then milky white. Turn off the fire.

"Professor Slughorn, my palliative is complete."

"Let me see, it's very good! Miss Morris has made great progress, and of course Mr. Spark's material handling is also very good. Slytherin and Ravenclaw will each get five points!"

The eyes of the whole class focused on them once, but Freya didn't care. She packed up the tools, spread out her notebook and began to summarize the cooking process this time. There is still room for optimization in the cooking method. She needs to think again.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and everyone handed in their potions.

Spark asked: "Morris, you are really good. Your method is different from what the professor said. Did you create it yourself?"

"Well, I tried to change something."

"Do you have time in the afternoon? I would like to invite you to go to the library for self-study." Spark said with a smile, "I still have some questions to ask you."

"It just happened to occur to me that my potions are actually not that good." Freya said, "And this afternoon..."

"She has time!" Kelly pulled Freya back, "I'll see you in the library at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Kelly!"

"Isn't this pretty good? I think he's a good guy." Kelly whispered, "Black hair and black eyes are just the style you like? I don't think he's worse than Snape."

"No." Freya said helplessly, "I don't even know him well."

"You didn't cry after you came back that day. I know you kept your emotions in your heart. I hope you can be happier. You don't have to develop something with Spark. Wouldn't it be good to study together?" Kelly sincerely Looking at her carefully, "You also know that Andy and I are not very good at learning.

Freya was amused: "You know you haven't studied hard yet. That's fine, let's listen to you."

Habits are easy to develop. In less than a month, Freya got used to the days of going to class, get out of class, training, and going to the library with Kelly, Brown, and Spark.She seemed to be getting more and more comfortable walking past Snape as if she hadn't seen him.Snape never came to her again, rather Snape disappeared from her life consciously.Every time he went to class, he stepped on the class bell to enter the classroom, sat in the back row, and then stepped on the get out of class bell to leave.

Even Kelly thought her momentary love for Snape had evaporated, and sometimes Freya felt like a dream when she thought about the full and warm life before.But she knew that everything would not be so easy.She still remembered his footsteps by heart, every time she forced herself not to look back.

As the weather gets warmer, they often sit by the black lake to study, enjoying the cool spring breeze, which is very pleasant.Kelly will bring some snacks every time and share them with several people.

Kelly put the book aside, leaned against Freya, and whispered, "What do you think of Spark?"

"Nice people."

"I'm asking about something else!"

"Well, potions are not good enough, Defense Against the Dark Arts is mediocre, herbalism is not bad..."

"That's not what I asked!" Kelly patted her hand, "Why do you always compare him to Snape!"

"I..." Freya quibbled, "This is my favorite subject too..."

"Then he has no merit?"

Freya looked at Spark, and she had to objectively say that he was much easier to get along with than Snape, and he was more likable.But what's the use.

She thought that time would dilute everything, but it was the things that made her sad that blurred with time, and his kindness and the little bit of happiness were still engraved in her heart.

Kelly didn't ask any more questions, and put the pudding into Freya's hand, saying, "There is no creme brulee today, let's make do with the strawberry flavor."

Freya smiled sweetly: "Kelly is the best."

Freya was looking at a potions book with great interest, which was about aging potions - what they were going to study in the next potions class.

Spark said: "How can you always find such a detailed book? I wanted to preview it in advance, but I couldn't find it in most of the libraries."

Freya said disapprovingly: "Maybe the library prefers Slytherin, and every time it helps me put the books I need in a more suitable place in advance?"

"Can you lend me a look after you finish watching?"

"No problem." Freya transcribed the important part into the notebook, "I'll finish it right away."

The sun was about to set, and the sky was getting darker.They packed up their things and decided to return to the castle early for dinner.Sparky waved them goodbye and walked back to the Ravenclaw table.The three of them sat down at the Slytherin table.Freya was still thinking about the aging agent, when she suddenly had a good idea and couldn't wait to write it down.

Freya fumbled in her schoolbag for a while, but found that the notebook was not there.Merlin, she didn't fall by the Black Lake, did she?The notes inside are really important.She ran anxiously to the edge of the black lake, and searched for the place where they sat.

There is nowhere, so it won't be picked up by others.

"Are you looking for this?"

Snape's deep voice appeared unexpectedly, and Freya's heart jumped wildly.She saw that Snape was holding her notebook.

Freya restrained herself from acting strangely, reached out to take the notebook, and said coldly and politely: "Yes, thank you." She wanted to leave here quickly, she was afraid that if she stayed a second longer, she would be defeated .

"Who are you drawing?"

Freya was shocked, and she instantly understood that he was talking about the eye in the notebook.She turned her back to Snape, not daring to turn her head.

"Simmons Parker?"

Freya just wanted to leave quickly, she took another step, and Snape's voice came again: "Or Sirius Black?"

She stopped, hugged the notebook tightly, turned around, and said in the most indifferent voice she could: "It has nothing to do with you."

Snape was momentarily at a loss for words, and looked at Freya blankly.It was getting darker and darker, and Freya couldn't see his expression clearly. Fortunately, he couldn't see his own either. Freya just felt her nose sour and wanted to cry.She clenched her teeth, and with the last of her willpower, she took herself away from him.

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