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

"Bang—" Freya was woken up by the pillow.She reluctantly opened her eyes and glared at the culprit: "Kelly, what are you doing?"

"You still have the face to sleep, if you don't get up, you'll even miss dinner." Kelly stood in front of her with her hips akimbo, "Why were you smirking last night, I didn't sleep well all night! "

"???"

"I didn't see you at the end of the party yesterday, but when I came back, I saw you sitting on the bed and giggling." Kelly sighed helplessly, "How much did you drink?"

"??"

"You don't remember anything, do you?"

"Hmm..." Freya looked dazed, she didn't seem to remember anything, but she was inexplicably happy.

Kelly resignedly dragged the confused Freya to the Slytherin table.Many people they didn't know greeted them, and they responded one by one.Being popular is a sweet little annoyance.

"What do you think of Brown? He asked me to go to Hogsmeade yesterday." Kelly blushed, quietly holding back the boy sitting on the other side.

"It looks good." Freya looked him up and down, "Hey, are you going to Hogsmeade with me this time?"

"No, I haven't agreed yet. Actually, Smith wants to ask you out, don't you?"

"Who?"

"The one sitting next to Brown."

Freya looked over. Smith had fair hair and blue eyes.He was also looking at her, and met her gaze with a gentlemanly smile.Freya nodded with a smile and said hello.

Kelly continued: "He and Brown are also friends, and the four of us can go together."

"You like Brown?"

"No..." Kaili ran her fingers around her hair, "but it's okay to touch, isn't it? Many people in the fourth grade are in love, Freya."

Freya recalled the couples around her, lack of interest.She couldn't imagine that she and a man were tired of being together and talking to each other all day long.Smith is okay, but she doesn't feel like the right guy.In her heart, that person must be the one who made him willing to do all kinds of stupid things.

"Well... let me think about it..."

Freya's attention was no longer on this matter, she saw Snape walking over with a thick book in his arms.They just haven't studied together for a while, but Freya feels like she hasn't seen Snape for a long time.He seemed to have grown taller again, standing among a group of fourth-grade boys, he looked extraordinarily tall and straight.Snape saw her too, and nodded slightly.This was the first time Snape took the initiative to greet her, and Freya shook her hand happily.

Kelly was invited out for a walk by Brown after dinner, and Freya refused Smith on the grounds that she wanted to eat a little longer.She didn't put down the knife and fork until there were only a few sparse people left on the long table.Snape also finished eating, and walked over: "Morris, next Friday you can go to the abandoned classroom on the third floor to brew potions."

Freya's eyes were about to light up: "It's because my theoretical level is already very high, can I practice it?" She completely forgot that it was she who proposed to brew the potion before.

Snape snorted coldly, "Barely passed."

Freya didn't listen to him, and made a face: "What kind of potion are we going to make? Do I need to bring any ingredients?"

"Bring your brain if you can." Snape pursed his lips. "Impressive handling of leeches."

Remembering her embarrassing appearance, Freya lowered her head, trying to find a crack in the ground to get in.She sneaked a glance at Snape, his eyes were very soft, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised into a nice curve.Freya's heart skipped a beat.

"I'm so bright and a quick learner, Snape-teacher!"

"I hope so."

The two finally decided to make a compound decoction, and each prepared part of the potion ingredients.Although Freya wanted to prepare everything by her, she compromised at Snape's insistence.

Although Owen gave them a one-month leave and allowed them to continue training after returning from Hogsmeade Village.Their days are still very busy - they have left too many papers behind.

Freya felt that she was going to become a Ravenclaw, and spent every day except class time in the library doing homework.Sometimes Snape would show up and point out a few mistakes in her thesis, and Freya felt as if Merlin had come to rescue her from the fire.Snape is a study-loving person, and Freya has often been immersed in her papers recently, forgetting to eat.Every night, the two returned to the dormitory hungry.

No wonder Snape didn't gain weight.Freya looked at his too thin and pale face and wondered whether he would take care of herself.

After that, Freya got into the habit of always putting more food in her bag.With one meal, Snape was forced to put down the book and eat something together.Facing the girl's persistence, Snape gradually gave up resistance.What's more, he found that Freya carefully prepared his favorite food for him every time.

"I'm finally finished!" Freya put down her pen and stretched her waist. "Snape, it's time for us to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

The two entered the classroom by stepping on the class bell, Snape sat in the last row, and Freya sat next to Kelly.

Professor Jones is already in the classroom: "Practice in groups of two today, and flexibly use the magic spells you have learned in the past few years. Be careful not to be in a group with classmates from the same college."

Potter couldn't wait to rush across to Snape, ready to go.Everyone also separated one after another and found their opponents.

"Hi, my name is Evans." The red-haired girl greeted Freya happily, and Freya returned a faint smile.

This was the first time she took a serious look at Evans, and she was even more beautiful than she imagined. Her fiery long hair was loose and curled at the end, which added a bit of playfulness and casualness to her.Those green eyes sparkled, seeming to have infinite vitality.She is a little taller than Freya, with a thin waist and long legs, and she can fully imagine how beautiful she will be in the future, and her beauty makes people feel close.Even the sound is so nice...

Freya was overwhelmed by Evans' charm, and couldn't bear to use the little curse popular in Slytherin.Evans' level of magic is not low. As a Muggle-born, she seems to have less constraints. Some ordinary spells can be used by her as offensive spells.She is like a brave lioness, attacking fiercely.Her red hair flew up and down with her movements.

And Freya was inspired to fight, not to be outdone, and became more courageous as she fought.She was more like a flexible snake, quietly using defensive spells to protect herself airtight, finding out when Evans was slack, and killing her with one blow.The two fought on par for a while.

"Evans, let's exchange." Black interrupted the duel between the two.Kelly, who was in the team with Black, also made a help expression: "Black is too strong, I can't beat him."

Black lost the game, he was not convinced, and now he was holding back his strength to win the round.Worrying that there is no place to use the curse, Freya smiled very sinisterly.

"Morris, you are very strong, you have the opportunity to practice together again."

"You too, I can't think of many spells to be used like this."

The two shook hands and exchanged a friendly smile.

After changing positions, Potter and Snape were standing next to them in a life-and-death duel.Neither of them knew how to show mercy, and threw the most powerful spell they knew.Potter was more aggressive, but his attacks missed Snape at all.Snape seemed to be able to defuse the opponent's attack with ease as long as he turned slightly sideways, waved his wand, and didn't even frown.He chanted the spell in a low voice, like the hiss of a snake, revealing a cold murderous look.Various spells were thrown out one by one, some of which Freya had never even heard of.

Snape was so good at Defense Against the Dark Arts.His some floor-sweeping robes are no longer sloppy, but look like the unique battle robes of legendary wizards with high mana.Every time he moved, his whole body was filled with endless power.

Freya is a Slytherin, a Slytherin who advocates strength, and actual combat is her favorite subject!Her eyes were lit up, she just wanted to kneel down and call her daddy.

A spell hit her feet, and Blake said excitedly, "Maurice, do you still have time to wander? You don't want to run away."

"The defeated man is still so arrogant." Freya raised her wand and mercilessly cast a curse.

"Sure enough, it's Slytherin, who can cast such vicious spells." Black narrowly avoided it.

Freya's spells continued one after another: "Don't think I don't know how many jinxes you and Potter can do."

Black and Freya refused to give in to each other, but in the face of Black's strong attack, Freya was a little bit overwhelmed and retreated again and again, and retreated to the wall after a while.Blake found the right moment and yelled, "Disarm!"

"Armor protection." Another spell fell over her - it was Snape.

"All petrified!" "Fire!" Potter and Black pointed at Snape almost at the same time and said the spell.

Snape dodged for a moment, flames grazing the hem of his robes.

"Clear water is like a spring!" Freya immediately extinguished the fire dragon and took a step forward, "Two against one, is this what the upright Gryffindor does?"

Potter was obsessed with fighting, and roared: "Damn snot, you still have the mood to look elsewhere. All petrified!"

Freya was really angry, even more angry than when she was scolded.This Potter himself couldn't beat Snape and gave him such an exaggerated nickname!childish!rude!No wonder they couldn't catch up with Evans!

Freyahu's blue eyes darkened: "Seal your tongue and lock your throat!"

Unwilling to see his best friend helpless, Blake joins in.The four of them huddled together.

"Stop—!" Professor Jones arrived just in time to stop the chaotic fight, and ten points were deducted from each house, and no one had to write a dissertation on the proper use of enchantments as a warning.

Potter didn't seem to have fought enough, and stopped Freya at the door of the classroom, and wanted to make an appointment with her for a midnight duel.Seeing his stupid look, Freya sneered, and said inscrutably, "I'm a Slytherin, and I'm not good at duels." The conversation changed, and she almost whispered in Potter's ear, "But I have plenty of The method can teach you to be a human again."

It's so fucking exciting to run after pretending.

The author has something to say: I want to write a side story about the professor's perspective......

I'm always afraid that the professor's emotional change will be too abrupt...

I was afraid that the professor would be ruined, but I also felt that the professor should not be exactly like in "Harry Potter". After all, the current professor is a lively young man with love, hatred, ideals and tricks, not the later full-hearted The vicissitudes of life want to die, ah, ah, ah...

PS Today's Freya... Today's Freya has a tendency to become a CP fan!