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

The make-up class time every Friday has become the time that Freya looks forward to the most.Especially after getting grades above E in each of the papers guided by Snape, her sense of accomplishment increased dramatically.What's more, now that the training and courses are becoming more difficult, potion tutoring is simply the only time she can escape the pressure of reality.

Freya quickened her pace due to faint anticipation.Kelly has been complaining a little recently that she doesn't want friends because of her studies.But how does Kelly know the joy of learning?Freya felt that we lived a fulfilling and meaningful life every day. Every book I read and everything I did seemed to bring her one step closer to her dream.

"Good evening." As expected, Snape was already sitting in the library, and Freya happily pulled out the chair and sat across from him.

"Good evening." Snape greeted naturally.

Both of them gradually got used to tutoring every Friday, and gradually got to know each other better.Although most of the time the two of them just discussed about potions, it was not boring.Occasionally, Snape was willing to help him answer one or two questions that he didn't understand in class.Every time Freya may have struggled with the crux of the problem for a long time when Snape made it clear, his admiration for him became more and more.

Freya also became thick-skinned.She wasn't ashamed to admit her petty ignorance, and instead regarded Snape as an auto-retrieval museum.What's more, Snape was not difficult to get along with. Sometimes even though he said something sarcastic, he would still answer her questions after speaking.

What a soft-spoken person.

"Snape, have you written your Charms paper yet? I think the content of the textbook on the development of silent spells is out of date. Are there any other reference books?"

"If you have taken Professor Binns' class well, you should know that Chapter 1500 of "The History of Wizardry in England 1800-4" is very comprehensive."

"What about the comparison between the devil's flame and raging fire and how to solve it?"

"Introduction to Chapter 3 of The Dark Arts You Didn't Know About The Dark Arts."

"What about the research on the language structure of mermaids?"

"Miss Morris!" Snape literally squeezed the words out between his teeth.

Freya blinked mischievously: "The last question, really the last one."

"If your brain is still functioning normally, you should remember that this is a potion tutoring." Snape said through gritted teeth.

Now Freya is not afraid of Snape's ridicule at all, and she burst into a bright smile: "Great and wise Mr. Librarian, please answer my confusion." She was reading a Muggle novel recently, and learned The witch inside looked like she was dancing and talking.

Snape was defeated by Freya's lake blue eyes shining with curiosity, turned his head and snorted coldly: ""The Change of the Mermaid"." He was unwilling, as if he was forced to squeeze out These few words.

Freya happily wrote down the book list in the notebook, and took out the potion treatise wittily.Freya was actually testing a little bit, testing Snape's bottom line.She was like an alert bird, jumping back to her previous position if something went wrong.

"I've finished writing, Professor Snape!" Freya spread the thesis in front of Snape, "I wrote the thesis very fast this time." She lay on the table with her face up , with a look of begging for praise.

"It's hard for me to imagine what kind of paper you can write in such a short period of time with your brain capacity." Snape looked at the paper seriously, and Freya looked at him seriously.

Snape's nose was too straight, but Freya thought it was his unique symbol.He seemed to have just washed his hair, and his jet-black hair was loose, not as smooth as usual.A few strands of shattered hair hung down before his eyes, Freya seemed uncontrollable, stretched out her hand, and gently helped him brush away those irritating strands of hair.

Snape looked up in astonishment, Freya withdrew her hand shyly: "I have a rubber band, do you want it?"

Snape didn't answer and continued to stare at her viciously. She coughed twice in embarrassment, trying to change the subject: "What hair potion did you use? The hair quality is so good." She grabbed a strand of her own hair , and leaned in front of Snape, "Look at mine, it's so easy to fork."

The girl's hair smelled of peaches, which was sweet and filled Snape's nostrils: "Perhaps Miss Morris doesn't need any tutoring at all." His face flushed suddenly, and the words he said were not as meaningful as before lethal.

Snape was so cute.Freya stuck out her tongue mischievously, looking happy as if she had succeeded in a prank.Before Snape could say anything more, he sat upright, pretending to be a good student.

Snape gritted his teeth and scolded Professor Slughorn several times in his heart, but he felt helpless towards Freya.No matter what he said, the girl will always be smiling.That smile was warm, like the sunshine in April, as if it could melt everything.

Snape continued to look at Freya's papers, being as critical as he was, and finding fewer and fewer problems with her papers.Sometimes she is a little surprised that she can find evidence from a superclass potion book.Even the strictest teacher would have to admit that Freya was a hardworking student.

He watched the girl's progress little by little, and for the first time he clearly felt that he was influencing the growth of another person.It's like one day he was entrusted to water a flower every day, but he didn't care about it, but one day he found that the flower had grown a flower bud.It felt amazing, and it wasn't bad.

"The mandrake can also cure Billywig poison." Snape pointed out several imperfections in Freya's writing, and the girl wrote them down one by one.

Freya looked at the dissertation with fewer and fewer errors, and became complacent. She gently tugged at Snape's cuff, with a big smile on her face: "Such a perfect thesis, Professor Snape, don't give it to me." Do your students get extra points?"

The corner of Snape's mouth curled up in an inconspicuous but pleasant arc: "Then, two points for Slytherin."

As the Quidditch game approached, the team's training tasks became heavier and heavier.When not training, they have to take turns to watch the training of other academy teams.Even if Freya wanted to study again, she still had no skills at all.Fortunately, the recent papers are not in a hurry, and Freya rarely allows herself to relax in her studies.

But no matter how busy she was, Freya did not stop her potion tutoring every Friday.There was a closed door in front of her, and her intuition told her that if she left at this moment, there might be no chance to open it again.

Freya fell asleep again during potions lessons.Snape knocked on the table impatiently, and Freya woke up suddenly. She secretly wiped the drool that was about to flow out with a handkerchief, smiled flatteringly, and tried to calm Snape's anger.She found that Snape was actually easy to deal with, as long as you showed enough sincerity and guilt, he would snort and never mention it again after a while.Since mastering this rule, Freya has become a little unscrupulous.

"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." Snape spoke a little fast, sounding a little impatient.

Freya felt a little guilty, maybe it was a bit too much this time, and explained: "I'm sorry, I'm really tired this time." She looked into the other's dark eyes, and was a little afraid to see the repulsive emotion from inside, she didn't know At a loss, she suddenly leaned over, tightly grasped his cuff with her fingers, and shook it a few times, as if cautiously probing.It was the first time that the two were so close, as if they could feel each other's breath.Snape froze and every sense became so clear. She looked at the girl with round eyes, and there was no intimacy in the eyes, like a small animal that made a mistake and was waiting for its master to punish.His lake-blue eyes were filled with his reflection, and turned into a clear spring, hitting his heart drop by drop.

After a few seconds, Freya seemed to realize that her movements were too close, she was a little embarrassed, she quickly sat up straight, turned her face away and coughed softly: "I...I...I am really tired today, I will go back first Rest. Good-bye."

The pounding heartbeat urged Freya to leave quickly like a drumbeat.Behind her was a boundless swamp, and she was a little afraid that she would sink into it.

Freya felt a little uncomfortable seeing Snape again, but fortunately, the two had no chance to meet each other.Every time they saw each other and said hello, they each walked away.Freya's life seemed to be back to the way it was before, with classes, classes, self-study, chatting with Kelly, and training, but the unknown melancholy in her heart was growing wantonly.

The melancholy affected her life, and during practice on Thursday, Freya fell off her broom.Fortunately, she didn't fly very high at that time, and she didn't fall too hard, but her right arm was strained and she couldn't move for the time being.Kelly sent him to the medical wing, and Madam Pomfrey watched angrily as she came to see the doctor for the third time this semester, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with her arm, she refused to provide her with the potion.No matter how pitifully Freya swears, it's useless.Madam Pomfrey chased them all out of the hospital wing.

Freya thought that since she couldn't even hold a pen like this, if she went to make up lessons, Snape would definitely feel that she was wasting his time.She was lying on the bed in the dormitory, Kelly and the others were already asleep, she fell asleep after thinking about it.

There was no class on Friday, and Freya didn't want to leave the dormitory anymore. Please ask Kelly to take a vacation with Snape, and lie on the bed to read, the more I read, the more boring I feel.The letters crawled crookedly into her mind and seemed to spell only Snape.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Freya couldn't lie down anymore. She moved her right hand. Although it still hurt a little, she was able to move.She didn't know if Snape would be in the library, but she wanted to run over to have a look, her heart jumped with joy after a day of depression.

Freya saw Snape sitting in the old seat at a glance. She was about to step forward when the red-haired girl walked over from the other side and reached the opposite side of Snape.

She immediately hid behind the bookshelf like a sneaky thief.

That's my seat.Freya was a little annoyed, she remembered what Kelly told him about Snape, and then thought, maybe she took someone else's seat.

Freya felt alone, like a homeless child.She wanted to read a book to calm down, but because of her arm injury, she couldn't reach those books at all.She didn't know what she was obsessed with, she just wanted to reach the book on the top floor, she tapped her feet to reach the spine of the book, and with all her strength, the book fell straight down.

Freya closed her eyes tightly in fear, but the book did not fall as she imagined. When she opened her eyes, a black-haired boy caught the book and handed it to him.

She was a little nervous and a little happy, but her heart fell to the bottom when she saw clearly who was coming. It was Gryffindor's suitor, Blake.

Freya wanted to take the book, but Blake pulled the book away and lifted it up.

"Give me back the book."

Black provocatively said: "We heard that Slytherin's pursuer was injured, and we were happy all morning. I didn't expect to be alive and kicking again in just half a day."

Freya didn't show any weakness: "Even if I only have one hand, I can score more goals than you. Now, give me the book."

Blake deliberately lifted the book a little higher.Freya was considering whether to take out her wand when a long, bony hand reached out from behind her and snatched the book.It's Snape!

Freya turned around and almost ran into Snape's chest.Her face flushed a little, and she took a half step back.

"That's why Miss Morris doesn't come to tutoring, huh?" Snape whispered in a voice that only two people could hear. In her arms, he turned and strode away.

Snape... Did Snape misunderstand something?

Freya wanted to chase after her to explain, but she saw Evans standing at the door of the library, and the two walked out of the library together.Before she could react, another guy with messy hair ran past her.

Ah, Snape didn't leave because of her, but because Potter came to look for Evans again, and they left together.This realization made Freya's heart twitch.

Blake left a word excitedly, and followed him out: "I have to help my brother. Morris, see you on the court."

Freya dropped the book and ran out, there was no one around, she couldn't see anyone, and she didn't know where to go.

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