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

Freya felt that she had never been so happy, as if she drank the elixir and the elixir at the same time.It's like passing through a meadow, and the dandelions are just blown by the wind; passing through a jungle, the larks are singing happily.Even waking up every morning is full of motivation.Looking forward to time passing faster, and looking forward to time slowing down.

It was too late yesterday, Freya fell asleep until noon before opening her eyes dimly.She has been dressing up in front of the mirror for an hour, and her long hair has been loosened again. She braided the lake blue headband into the braid, and put on makeup carefully, and pulled out a light plum-colored lip gloss Delicately embellished on the lips, when you smile, it is like a beautiful peach blossom blooming on your lips.She took out the storage box at the bottom of the drawer and put on the bracelet with crystal beads.

Freya walked to the lounge with full of anticipation and joy. Snape was sitting on the sofa reading a book quietly. Hearing her footsteps, the corners of his mouth curled into a beautiful arc.The girl smiled sweetly, and the boy's eyes lit up instantly.

Snape helped Freya unscrew the portrait, and followed her closely.

"Hiss—" Freya exclaimed in a low voice, "My hand was cut."

Snape grabbed the girl's hand nervously, the fair fingers were unmarked.Freya took the opportunity to hold his hand instead, interlocking her fingers.Her eyes were curved into crescents, sweet dimples appeared on her cheeks, and there was a sly smile on her mouth.

Kelly exclaimed: "Freya, you guys!"

Freya gave her a triumphant gesture and sat down next to Snape.There is no need to explain anything, the tightly held hands are the best proof.She looked at Snape, and Snape was looking at her, their reflections in each other's eyes.The hall seemed to suddenly quiet down, and their world could no longer accommodate each other.

In the afternoon, Freya had to go to the divination class alone, and she didn't want to be separated from Snape for a second.He sent her to the door of the classroom, and Freya reluctantly walked into the classroom.She held the textbook upright in front of her, and the condensed tea stems in the cup were all in the shape of Snape.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Freya rushed out of the classroom.Sure enough, Snape was waiting for him outside. He leaned against the wall, looking at the book in his hand.He always seemed to be like that, reading a book quietly under the warm slanting sun, where she could see it at a glance.Freya felt extra at ease, despite the changes in the world, he was the same as when she first met.

Freya smiled and said, "Sev!"

Snape looked at her with unfathomable tenderness in his eyes.He firmly caught the girl who rushed over with one hand.

"Itchy..." Freya coquettishly groaned, a beautiful blush appeared on her cheeks, like a blooming flower.

"What's going on with you!" Potter broke his voice in shock, and pointed at the two of them in disbelief.

Snape took Freya's hand, and Freya patted Potter's shoulder, sighed: "Potter, you can't do it, the speed is too slow." He nodded at Lily.

Snape smirked cooperatively and raised his eyebrows, pulling Freya and Potter past each other.

The days of love always pass quickly, and the pages of wall calendars are kept in glass boxes by Freya, which are the years they have gone through together.

She also developed the bad habit of competing with Ace for favor.

When Snape had classes, Freya obediently waited for him in the abandoned classroom.Ace also had more space to move around. He played with the little cloth ball she sewed for him, and soon ran over and grabbed her hand.

Hearing familiar footsteps, the girl and the little hamster looked at the door together. The door was pushed open, and it was indeed Snape who walked in.Before she could pounce, Ace scrambled to the edge of the table, and then chased Snape all the way to the other side of the table.

"Ace, you idiot." Freya pretended to be angry and flicked Ace's little head. Ace squeaked twice, got into Snape's palm, and pointed his ass towards her.

"What kind of owner keeps what kind of pet."

Freya carried Ace into the cage, nuzzled Snape's hand with her cheek angrily—never bring Ace out again.

Potions class finally became Freya's favorite class.Whenever Professor Slughorn came to inspect, Freya would pretend to chop some daisy roots, and when the professor was away, she would sit with her face on and watch Snape brew the potion.

Apart from that, the happiest thing was probably that Snape was willing to accompany her to Quidditch training.Even though he was just sitting in the stands reading a book while waiting for her practice to finish, that was enough to get her excited.However, after she ignored her teammates and Quaffle for the third time, showed off her skills like Potter, and performed a difficult spin dive, Captain Owen couldn't bear it anymore and banned Snape from within ten meters of the Quidditch pitch.Freya was extremely dissatisfied, and Snape seemed relieved.

The last Slytherin match was pushed to mid-April due to the rainy March.Their total points were too close to Gryffindor's, and this final game will be the key to victory.

During the pre-match preparations, Snape accompanied Freya all the way.It was about to start, and the players entered first. Freya deliberately walked at the end of the team, and whispered to him, "I'm going to fight. My prince, would you like to give me a kiss?"

Snape lowered his body slightly, and the distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer, Freya even forgot to close her eyes, and leaned over as if tempted.He looked at the girl, and the corners of his mouth curled up.She woke up with a start, pushed him away, blushing.Snape grabbed her hand, brought her back into his arms, and lowered his head to press her lips lightly.

The game was smoother than ever before, and Freya performed exceptionally well and scored several goals in a row.The closing whistle reminded her that she had flown to the Slytherin auditorium, where Snape was watching her intently.She raised a gorgeous smile, and the pink sky under the dusk was her gift.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by.The bustling crowd strolled along the Black Lake. This was their last day at Hogwarts.Tomorrow they will take the train to their respective distant places.They laughed and took pictures, trying to record the last moment here.

"Freya, I can't bear you! You must remember to write to me every day!" Kaili hugged Freya, and Brown stood beside him helplessly.

Freya patted her on the back and promised: "We can buy two houses together in Godric's Hollow, and then our yards will be next to each other, and we can go out to enjoy the shade together every night like now."

She winks at Brown, who catches it immediately and puts his arms around Kelly.

Potter led Lily and walked over, followed by his two good friends.Potter and Snape stared at each other as if they were about to draw their wands any second.

Freya and Lily looked at each other and laughed, "When will these boys grow up?"

More and more acquaintances gathered together, tirelessly chatting about what happened in the past, even Professor Binns, who was usually boring, could chat with relish.It was not a simple past, it was their flying youth.

Snape quietly pulled Freya out of the crowd and came to a bush near the Forbidden Forest, hiding in the shadow of tall birch trees.

"Freya, Hogwarts is my first home."

Snape spoke suddenly, with unprecedented sincerity in his words.Freya looked at him, her obsidian-like eyes filled with deep attachment.She hugged him and tiptoed to kiss his brow and eyes.He rubbed her into his arms too, and responded with a longer kiss.

Freya leaned in his arms, listening to his beating heart.

The lawn in the distance is their favorite place to sit in summer, and the Forbidden Forest on the other side is a place for them to secretly date. Everywhere has their indelible memories.

Snape suddenly knelt down on one knee, and took out a black velvet box from his pocket. Inside was a plain ring engraved with smooth and graceful patterns, and a crystal clear diamond was set in the middle.

Snape stared at her intently and sincerely, and said solemnly, "Freya Morris, would you like to have a second home with me?"

This sudden surprise hit her heart, all the blood rushed to her cheeks, and she was overwhelmed by great happiness.She covered her mouth tightly, and a few tears fell on the back of her hand.She looked at him hotly, nodded slowly: "I am willing!"

The wind blows the treetops and rustles, and flocks of white birds soar with flapping wings.Pieces of petals fell in the center of the lake, and waves appeared in the black lake.And Hogwarts Castle has shuttled through the centuries, quietly watching over this soil.The young wizards are about to set sail, and they still have a long way to go...

The author has something to say: the text is over, sprinkle flowers?? (°▽°)ノ?~~~~~~~

Although there are many imperfections, this is the first time I have completed the professor's essay, and it can be regarded as the fulfillment of a dream that has not been realized in my heart.

When I was writing the last few chapters, I was busy with three-dimensional affairs, but I basically wrote everything I wanted to write.In the process of writing, there are many things I want to say, and the article is also deleted and written.I don't want to write too much content that has nothing to do with the main storyline, so some places are relatively cryptic...

In order to commemorate a very important day for me, the article is scheduled to start on 6.7!

Extra episodes will be released one after another, and it has been decided that I will definitely write: 1. Extra episodes from the professor's perspective; 2. The original professor and the professor here interpenetrate.

If you have anything you want to see, you can tell me, I'll take a look and write something else~~~~

I would like to use this article to give my forever beloved professor!

2018.05.03

☆, extra one

Snapety remembered his first Potions class in his first year.Professor Slughorn was talking endlessly on the podium about how to make the living water, but his eyes could only see the cauldron in front of him.When he was at home before, because of his father's arrival—if that man can still be called a father—he could only read the potion book that his mother eliminated, and he couldn't wait to experience the wonderful And a deep feeling.

The formula of the water of life and death has long been well known, and Snape added the ingredients in an orderly manner.

Suddenly a loud bang interrupted his train of thought. A little girl with a ball head was standing in the center of the vortex, looking at the professor innocently and at a loss.

How can there be such a stupid person.This was Snape's first impression of Freya.If time could turn back, Snape would have thanked her for her unexpected talent for potions.

Along with Potions class came an afternoon of flying lessons.

Merlin's pants!How in the world can there be such a boring and useless thing as flying lessons.

Those two defiant, pompous morons of Gryffindor were posing on their broomsticks and bragging about how good the Comets his dad bought him were, and a line of girls surrounded them adoringly.

To make matters worse, Lily was also attracted by Potter, and looked sideways frequently.

After most of the Slytherins and Gryffindors had successfully summoned the broomstick, and his progress was still just rolling on the ground, Potter and Blackett flew up to him, laughed at his poor performance, and attracted The attention of most of the class.

The black-haired girl who just got into trouble in the morning swooped over, flicked her tail and stopped between him and Potter.

"As far as I know, Slytherin has won the Quidditch Cup for three consecutive years. Let's show off after you join the team and beat Slytherin."

The sarcasm was already on his lips, and he didn't need the help of a girl whose limbs were stronger than her mind.He swore those words would come out of his mouth if she showed any sympathy.

The girl raised a warm smile, just a smile, and she drove the broom to the blue sky.

In her eyes, he was no different, and this polite distance calmed his restless heart a little.Snape thought to himself, maybe we should tolerate her poor performance in Potions class, after all, not everyone can master such a delicate subject.

It wasn't until breakfast the next day that a commotion at the Gryffindor table interrupted his engrossing reading.He looked up displeased to see Blake holding a letter triumphantly.Potter took the lead in booing, causing waves of commotion.

I don't know what idiot would fall for that flamboyant bastard.

Immediately afterwards, the Slytherins around them also became restless, and the girl covered her face and ran out of the hall again.Snape felt deceived, and sure enough she was no different from other girls she had no brains.

Their lives never intersected after that.Freya seemed to be on good terms with everyone, and Snape only cared about potions and dark magic besides Lily.

The only thing that surprised Snape was that when he wanted to find another extra-curricular book to supplement his Defense Against the Dark Arts thesis, Freya pulled out the book before him and read it intently.He was a little surprised, he didn't expect that there were students from lower grades who would come to borrow this book.

Freya Morris, the name he saw more and more times in the borrowing records.

It's not just their figures that get longer with time, but also the distance between him and Lily.Lily is getting more and more dazzling, and Potter and the others are always around Lily.They saw less and less time, but Potter was able to follow her openly.When he was worrying about Potter wandering around Lily every day, Professor Slughorn suddenly arranged for him a more troublesome task - to make up lessons for Freya.

The time was not as difficult as he had imagined. Freya was a down-to-earth girl, and there was nothing wrong with her except that she regarded him as an encyclopedia.Most of the time, she properly grasped the distance between the two of them, maintaining a relationship that was neither too far nor too close.He gradually got used to studying in the library together every Friday night, and even the weekly time became lighter.

Freya was the suitor of the Slytherin team. As the first match approached, she became more and more busy. She had fallen asleep during the potion tutoring for three consecutive weeks.Snape had no choice but to find that Freya seemed immune to his sarcasm, and every time she approached with a smile and said a few soft words to extinguish his anger.He was distressed to find that he couldn't even really get angry at her in the face of her innocent smile.

Freya fell asleep in the library again. She opened her mouth slightly and supported her head with her hands. Her head almost slipped from her palms, but Snape stretched out his hand reflexively, trying to support her head. lest she wake up.The moment his fingertips touched the soft hair, Snape withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

Freya woke up in an instant, her lake blue eyes were still full of confusion and distress, she rubbed her eyes, looked around blankly, and after a few seconds, she glanced at him nervously as if she had done something wrong.

The momentary loss of control made Snape uneasy, and he unconsciously sped up his speech: "I think, if Miss Morris wants to hibernate, she should go back to the cellar as soon as possible, and don't waste time here."

As if she didn't notice, the girl flatteringly explained that she was too tired, and even leaned over and grabbed his sleeve.The overly intimate movements and distance made Snape stiff, and even Lily had never been this close before.But in the next second, Freya ran away.Looking at her back, Snape clenched his hands tightly.

And for the next week Snape felt that the girl was avoiding her, and although he would still say hello every time they met, Freya would immediately turn around and walk away in a hurry.On Friday morning, when Snape was having breakfast, Kelly, Freya's good friend, came to help her ask for leave on the grounds that Freya was injured in the Quidditch match.

Snape suppressed the sudden emptiness in his heart and walked out of the auditorium.Lily stopped him: "Sev, when you have time, go to self-study together. I finished reading the book you borrowed me last time, but I have some questions to ask you."

"I have time after eight o'clock in the evening."

"Aren't you going to make up lessons for Morris?" Lily asked suspiciously.

"Well, not today."

In the library at night, Snape and Lily did their homework together.Lily has taken more classes than him, and there is a pile of books in front of her.She suddenly pointed to the door and said irritably, "Oh Merlin, Sev, I have to go, and Potter is here again! He can't let me do my homework quietly."

Snape followed the direction she pointed, and before seeing Potter, he saw Freya, who was talking to Black, very close.He temporarily forgot Lily and Potter, strode over without hesitation, grabbed the book in Blake's hand viciously, and said to Freya: "That's why Miss Morris doesn't come to tutoring. Um?"

He didn't know what kind of answer he wanted, so he left the library with Lily.

This incident did not seem to have changed the relationship between the two, and it was easily exposed.Potter and the others couldn't help it after they were silent for a while. They purposely said in class that their secret was in the Whomping Willow in a voice that Snape could hear. It won't be straight, there is a secret passage they discovered.

Although Snape knew it might be a hoax, he didn't want to miss any chance of getting them fired.At night, when Snape walked out of the cellar alone, he saw Lily running over with a worried face.Why is Lily here? She doesn't know that it is dangerous to run near the cellar alone.Snape was about to lose his temper when Lily said, "Whatever Potter asks you to do tonight, don't go."

Lily was still helping Potter, and this knowledge annoyed him even more. He questioned, "Are you doing this to help me or do you want Potter and the others to get out of school?"

Unexpectedly, Lily's face was full of pleading, and her words were filled with tears: "Of course I'm helping you." She was so fragile, and her green eyes shone like fragile gems.

Lily was always forceful, she never looked at him like this, as if she was afraid of being rejected.Snape's heart trembled, and a guess came to his mind - this person was not Lily, but Freya who drank Polyjuice Potion.He tentatively asked, "Lily?"

Lily, no, it should be Freya now, she was taken aback for a while before answering herself.Snape looked at the little girl angrily and amusedly, and he thought the lake blue eyes were more suitable for her.

He forcefully ordered Freya to go back to the abandoned classroom and wait for him. He didn't want Freya to get involved in Potter's affairs, and it was very unwise for her to wander around like this.Freya was disobedient and insisted on following him.

Snape never knew that Freya was so persistent, maybe it was because she thought she hadn't been seen through, so she borrowed Lily's appearance and became bold.

"This matter has nothing to do with you." Snape pulled out the sleeve she was pulling, he was eager to leave, he didn't know how long he could hold on to Freya, and he would compromise.

Sensing his rejection, Freya became cowardly again. She took half a step back and said, "Sev...I'm really worried about you. Potter and the others...they don't know how to consider the consequences at all..."

Snape had never felt so deeply the feeling of being worried by others, but seeing the girl's embarrassed look, his heart felt sour as if soaked in lemonade.But no one had ever taught him what to do in front of a little girl who was about to cry.

Just above their heads, a cluster of mistletoe suddenly came and bloomed.He approached instinctively, regardless of Freya's flinching, he pressed her against the wall and folded his arms.But just seeing her resistance, Snape came to his senses.

If Potter hadn't interrupted them, he wouldn't have known how to explain it.

But the resistance in those eyes lingered in his mind forever.That's right, he and Freya, they are friends, and he wants to...kiss her...what is he doing!He doesn't want to mess up a hard-won friendship because of his impulsiveness!

He was lying on the bed in the dormitory, surrounded by dark green curtains, and he could clearly recall every bit of getting along with Freya.When she smiles, there are two small dimples on her cheeks; when she is sad, the lake blue eyes seem to have rained; when she makes potions, she is always clumsy, although she has improved a lot now, He would still look at her from time to time, until she turned off the fire to feel at ease; he was the most radiant on the Quidditch pitch, and she galloped around the field on a lap, like a proud eagle, so When she can't write a thesis, she always pats herself on the forehead, as if she wants to pat the inspiration; when she eats pudding, she always likes to take a big bite, her cheeks are bulging like a little hamster... …

That girl was so beautiful, and he would be content just to keep looking at her, to see her progress in potions.The relationship had changed quietly since when, and Snape thought it was just an ordinary day at that time.

Snape let himself recall all this, he even wanted to hide Freya, never let others see her smile, know her warmth and beauty.He clenched his fists tightly and spurned himself from the bottom of his heart: "Freya has always cared about you, took care of you, tolerated your sarcasm and bad temper! And you actually have such thoughts for her!"

The next day, everything was as usual, and he locked all his shady thoughts in the deepest corner of his heart.

Effie and Mulciber suddenly broke the tranquility.Snape and them had crossed paths in third year, because of a prank the Slytherin purebloods had staged against Muggle-born wizards, and they had approached Snape for some technical support from him.

Since the first grade, Snape has made a small fortune with his own little jinxes and some potions, and at the same time got Malfoy's favor. Since then, no blind idiot in Slytherin has dared to provoke him .

Since Malfoy graduated, he had traded with Avery and Mulciber, and they played tricks on people who didn't like him more often than Malfoy, which made no difference to Snape.Because before they were going to tease Lily, after being punished by him, they never dared to do anything to the person he wanted to protect.He doesn't care about the others either.Although Lily always disapproved of him mixing with them, Snape believed that he was not wrong, and he didn't do anything to other people, he just used his ability to exchange for status and money.

But the life of more than half a school year almost made Snape forget that there is such a group of people and such a mess.

After a day of History of Magic class, Avery and Mulciber suddenly appeared outside the classroom, and they came to deliver a message for Malfoy, saying that the Dark Lord was very interested in the potion he made.It was the best opportunity for Snape to show his loyalty, and it was something he had been looking forward to since he entered school. He was about to promise when Freya walked over and asked, "What are they doing here?"

Snape subconsciously didn't want Freya to know about the deal between them, so he vaguely made an excuse and left.

He remembered that Freya was attacked by dark wizards when she was a child. She was very resistant to them and determined to be an Auror.For the first time, he thought about what Malfoy and the others had done, not that he was completely ignorant, but that he had previously approved of everything they did.

Tobias Snape - his father - if that scum could ever be a father, Snape hated all Muggles because of him, even despised Muggle-born wizards, except for Lily, who was his first friend.He believed in the world described by the Dark Lord to them. In that world, there were no Muggles, and all Muggles would be ruled by them.

And Freya...she is very kind, too kind...she is a Slytherin, but she treats all the students of the house equally, and she never looks down on others.And her dream is to be an Auror who punishes rape and eliminates evil.

Snape felt that he was caught in an unsolvable cycle. If Freya didn't want to be an Auror, she wouldn't come to him to teach him potions, and they wouldn't have a chance to be friends; Join the Death Eaters, whose future seems to have only one option: the enemy...

He had doubts about his persistence in the past four years, and even left the Dark Lord behind.He dare not imagine a future without Freya...

Snape deliberately avoided Freya, he didn't know how to face her, and lately Avery and Mulciber had been coming to him frequently.

"I'll give you this potion, don't pester me any more." Snape looked at Avery and Mulciber coldly, "Tell Malfoy, I don't need his help in setting up the line."

Ignoring the wand in his hand, Avery smiled evilly and said, "Hey, Snape, who do you think the Dark Lord is? Is it Dumbledore who knows how to pretend to be crazy every day?"

Mulciber also laughed: "You can quit if you want, you know we plan to do something to Mary MacDonald, as long as you do it for us this time, you can quit."

Snape narrowed his eyes and said contemptuously, "Why do you think that I want to listen to you? You two think that together they are my opponent?"

"The person Lucius is looking for must not be too skilled, otherwise how could you have such a good life as a half-blood." Effie laughed again.

Mulciber finished for him: "You've already cost us a lot of fun by protecting Evans. Don't force us to have fun with Morris."

The two of them smiled, patted Snape on the shoulder, and walked out of the classroom. Before leaving the door, Avery turned around and said, "I'll give you a day to think about it, and we don't want to hurt the Slytherin students."

Snape only felt that the temperature in his body was sucked away. He knew how dangerous the potion they asked him to make this time would cause irreparable damage if it was really used on a real person, and he would definitely be quit school.But if you don't do what they say, Freya will be in danger.He has no choice.

Snape took the prepared potion and found Macdonald who was sitting alone under the tree to enjoy the shade.He was about to strike but was interrupted by Potter.When he was bound by Potter's spell, Lily and Freya ran over together.

He didn't know how to face Freya. He didn't want Freya to see him being subdued by Potter and helpless; he was even more afraid that she would know his real appearance-a person who was in league with the dark wizard she hated the most.Just thinking about the possible disgust in Freya's blue eyes, his heart felt like being soaked in icy lake water, unable to beat.

No matter what Potter and Black said, Freya acted as if she didn't hear it, and still said worriedly: "Let's go back first, we'll talk when we go back."

After hearing what they said and seeing the broken glass bottle, how could she still trust herself.He would feel better if she questioned him angrily like Lily did.But the girl's gentle and confident words hit his heart hard like a giant hammer. He just wanted to bend down and cover his heart. Say, "Morris, don't you understand? This is what I'm going to do."

——No, actually, I don’t want to do it anymore.

"Yeah, everything was fine before... Is it because of Avery and Mulciber, right? They forced you to do this, right?"

——Why are you still making excuses for me.

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

——No, I never thought about it that way.

Freya let go of the fingers holding his sleeve one by one, the pale and slender fingers seemed to take away the last bit of strength from Snape.He heard the girl say in a icy tone like a cold wind: "Okay, I just don't care about it from now on."

She left without a trace of nostalgia.

Mulciber came to him again: "Lucius said we shouldn't put so much pressure on you. Severus, you are really too impatient, how could we really attack the Slytherin students? How can I say that Maurice's father is also a therapist of St. Mungo's, and if things get serious, it can't be settled by throwing some money."

Effie went on to say, "You can quit the partnership if you want. Didn't you create a lot of magic spells yourself? Give us a stronger one, so that no one else will know about it. From then on, we will never owe each other."

Snape looked at them suspiciously, and Avery handed him a letter: "We will still obey Lucius' orders."

Snape looked at Malfoy's promise in his heart, and in the blank space of the letter, he wrote down the spells he had recently invented, Shen Feng Wu Ying and Uncurse Quick Healing.He watched them leave, relieved.

Today is the day to go to Hogsmeade, and the huge campus has become deserted.He wanted to go to Freya and explain it clearly, whether she accepted his apology or not.

When he walked to the edge of the black lake, he saw Freya lying in a pool of blood.He recognized that wound at a glance, it was the trace left by Shen Feng Wuying!He never thought, how dare they!He wanted to rush over and kill Avery and Mulciber at once, and he almost blurted out the Killing Curse.

But he didn't care about these at all, and rushed to hug Freya in his arms. Her eyes became more and more dizzy, and her body temperature gradually became cold. He couldn't tell who was shaking. He mechanically repeated the curse: "Quickly Heal! Heal quickly! Heal quickly!" The blood gradually flowed back into Freya's body, and her breathing became steady.Regardless of Macdonald's exclamation, he picked up Freya and rushed to the medical wing.

He didn't know who the spells he gave them would be cast on, he didn't care about that.No matter which unlucky ghost it is, it has nothing to do with him.He never thought that one day the most vicious and dangerous black magic he invented would be used on the people he cared about the most.He looked at the bloodstains on his hands and couldn't calm down the regret in his heart for a long time. He almost killed her.

No matter how long Freya slept, he stood beside him for as long as she did.Later, Madam Pomfrey gave up persuading him to go back to the dormitory, and acquiesced that he stood here.He looked at her sleepy eyes like self-punishment, and even a slight frown from her could break his heart and lungs.He made her suffer, and he was still standing here shamelessly.He should disappear and never let Freya see her again.Freya must never want to see him again.But he was still here, he didn't dare to go back, he was afraid that if he had a wrong eye, she would be in danger again.

Lily and Macdonald also came to accompany Freya after class, and they silently ignored Snape, as if he were air.

Two days later, Freya finally woke up.Lily hugged her excitedly, and Freya clenched her teeth in pain.Snape saw everything in his eyes, he bit his lower lip, and the donated blood spread in his mouth, but the pain was far less than one-tenth of what Freya felt.

Freya's face was pale, and she was still laughing and joking.Snape felt even more distressed.

Lily asked her, "Do you want to see him?"

Freya replied, "Can I have a chat with him alone?"

Snape's heart rose to his throat, and he approached the hospital bed helplessly.He didn't dare to look at her, and she also lowered her head, staring at the white sheets.

"That curse—Shenfeng Wuying, you invented it, right?"

His heart sank again: "Yes."

"You gave them too, right?"

Her calm tone made him very disturbed, but he couldn't refute any of her questions.He said bitterly, "Yes."

"Oh. You can go."

Snape didn't hesitate anymore, and blurted out, "I'm sorry."

—for everything, for what I have done, for my existence.

"What's the use of being sorry?"

"I didn't think they would use this spell against you, I didn't think you would..." He was anxious to explain.

Freya interrupted him coldly: "That's enough! What difference does it make if it's me or MacDonald lying here? Snape, I won't mind your business anymore."

Snape only felt that his heart was broken into countless fragments by the shadowless sharp edge.

Snape didn't know how he returned to the abandoned classroom, and how he brewed the painkiller and blood tonic, but he remembered that Freya didn't like the bitter taste of the potion.He returned to the medical wing and quietly put the brewed potion on her bedside.

If she doesn't want to see me again, I'll be careful not to let you find out.Snape thought so, with a desperate but determined light in his dark eyes.

Snape didn't show up when Freya slipped out of the medical wing in the middle of the night and ran to the North Tower to have a good talk with Potter; watched her making potions more and more smoothly in potions class, and even could Didn't show up when improving the potion formula; didn't show up when watching her study with the lingering Ravenclaw Sparkle every day...

He was used to watching her silently behind him, and no one knew about it.Once he watched Freya, Kelly, Brown, and Spark go to study by the Black Lake. He walked to a bush that was not easy to be found, and sat down.Seeing Freya concentrating on the books he carefully selected and secretly put on the library shelves in advance waiting for her to discover, he felt a little relieved, he felt that just looking at her like this, as long as she was good good.

After they were gone, Snape walked over to where they had been sitting, as if there was still Freya there.The sky was getting dark, but the afternoon was sunny. They used to study in the library and the abandoned classrooms. In so many sunny afternoons, they never sat together under the shade of a tree.

Snape found a notebook picked up by the bushes, which was very similar to the one Freya gave him, except that each page on it was not a maple leaf but a cherry blossom.He opened the book, and every page was the girl's beautiful self, clearly recording every improvement idea for the potion formula, every research record of the spell...

His gaze settled on one of the pages, on which was an eye, an obsidian-like black eye.He couldn't help but think of Spark, with his black eyes.

Sure enough, Freya came back to look for her notebook, seeing her flustered, Snape felt his heart burn, he forgot to stay away from Freya, and couldn't help but say, "You're looking for this? "

When Freya saw that it was her, her face stiffened, and she said indifferently and distantly: "Yes, thank you."

Snape couldn't hold back the anxiety in his heart anymore, and no matter how aggressive his tone was, he asked bluntly, "Who are you drawing? Simon Spark? Or Sirius Black?"

Freya paused, and said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."

The fire in my heart was extinguished, and the world was turned upside down for a while, as if I was thrown into a hole in the ice.

What does it have to do with me, no matter who it is, it will not be me, no matter who it is, it has no right to interfere.Snape watched Freya disappear into the vast night, watching the castle lights go out one by one, like a child who couldn't find a home.

As the Easter Masquerade approaches, the surrounding students get restless and everyone is scrambling to find a partner.Of course, this event and Snape were inevitably affected.When he was sitting in the library looking up a book about wolf meth, he was a little dazed, thinking that there might be another boy holding Freya's hand and dancing, he wanted to chop off that person's hand.

He hated himself for forgetting to leave the library before Freya came.As if telepathic again, he raised his head and looked at the door, where Freya was standing