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

"Pfft...hahahahahaha...you didn't see how defensive Potter looked when he saw me recently! How silly! Hahahahaha..." Freya laughed so hard.

"I'm not interested in a story about how a fool gets more stupid." Snape prepared the potion tools without looking up.

"Don't be so serious!" Freya puffed her lips, "Don't you want to know how I plan to punish Potter?"

"So, what are you going to do? Make yourself as stupid as possible?"

"Hey, I'm avenging you." Freya protested dissatisfied, "Don't you thank me?"

Snape said insincerely, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, why did you try so hard to help me with my homework? These are trivial things." Freya also walked over, took the things from Snape's hand, and helped to prepare.

But doing this can't stop Freya from being complacent, she still chattered endlessly showing off her great achievements: "I bought Taylor who lives in the dormitory next to Potter, and asked him to give Potter some medicine in a week. I can only spit bubbles for a day, but I can't speak!"

"Miss Morris really has a lot of friends. I didn't expect to meet Taylor after Blake. Maybe the Sorting Hat got confused and sorted you into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor."

"You don't know Tyler?"

Snape raised his eyebrows: "Should I know a bunch of - um - guys with brains full of mush and muscles like you?"

"Taylor was the one who found me first, and said that he wanted to join forces to destroy Potter. I thought there would be some kind of 'destroy Potter fraternity' for those who hated Potter in the whole school." Freya was caught by her own The joke was amused, "Then you must be the president of the fraternity."

"I don't know what gave you the illusion that I would be associated with a fraternity like this." Snape crossed his arms, looking like he was going to throw up at any moment.

"Don't you wonder why Taylor wants to punish Potter?" Freya asked lightly, pretending to be still busy.

"I don't think it has anything to do with me."

"And what if I say it's because he wants to chase Evans too?"

Snape was silent for a moment. In the silence, Freya was a little nervous, and unconsciously clenched the things in her hands.

"It has nothing to do with me." Snape's voice was still cold, as if it was no different from usual.

Freya let out a long sigh of relief, except for a thin layer of sweat on her palms.Her heart swung like a pendulum clock, tick-tick-tick-tick.

The cauldron was ignited, and white smoke came out of it.Snape prepared all kinds of potion materials in an orderly manner, while Freya was only in charge of laying the groundwork.She handled the slug clumsily, and the slime was all over the place.Why does every potion have to have such a disgusting stuff, if only they were as easy to cut as daisy roots.

Snape couldn't stand it anymore, walked over, took the scalpel and slug, and showed Freya a demonstration.Freya watched but was attracted by his hand.His fingers were slender and strong, probably because he was afraid of damaging the potion material, each nail was trimmed neatly, and his thumb and index finger had calluses, which seemed to be left by long-term handling of potion.She also had calluses on her hands, but in a completely different place, from Quidditch practice.

Is it possible that he can handle these cocoons just as well as he can handle them by practicing himself.Thinking of this, Freya couldn't help stretching out her finger, and touched the callus on the side of his index finger.She is as careful as admiring a work of art.Snape's men paused, his ears turning red.Freya didn't notice all of this at all: "Then I will only practice handling one potion material each time from today, and one day I will be able to handle it like you."

The first stage has been completed, they don't have to keep staring at the cauldron, they just need to keep it simmering for 10 hours on medium heat.

Freya picked up the extra slug and started to practice. With Snape's guidance, it went much smoother, but she still couldn't handle it as cleanly as he did.

"Use your wrists instead of your fingers." Snape was recording the changes in the potion, guiding Freya from time to time.

Finally, Freya happily rushed to Snape holding a slug, and said as if offering a treasure: "Look, isn't this slug processed perfectly? See how smooth my knife edge is, and the mucus didn't spill out." go outside!"

"It's just a slug, do I need to give you points for disposing of a slug three times faster than others, Maurice?"

Freya replied with a grin, "No, when I can make Polyjuice Potion by myself." She put the slug back and wiped her hands clean.

Snape was still writing something in the notebook, she leaned over and found that it was the notebook she gave him, which carefully recorded the effects of different potion steps on the effect of the potion, and some small spells that seemed to be created by herself .I have used many pages of the book, and Freya's heart is filled with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

She lay on the table, looking at Snape's profile, she had seen it many times but still couldn't get enough of it.His earnest look and occasional soft demeanor attracted her.

Snape was an existence that Freya had never come into contact with. He was calm and focused, completely different from his peers.He was very strict and merciless, but Freya could also see the affirmation of her progress from his not rich expression.If she had a brother, maybe it would be such an experience, right?But it seems something is different.

Freya just lay on the table and looked at Snape for a moment, she thought it would be good to just keep looking at him.

Snape, I feel really lucky to have met you.

Freya looked at Snape more seriously than ever before, and swore in her heart: "If you need my help in the future, I will do my best to help you."

Since brewing the potion, Freya's make-up class time is not so fixed.As long as she has time, she will go to the abandoned classroom to have a look. This classroom is like their new position.Snape may not be there every time, but Freya thinks it is also very good, she can do homework by herself, or practice handling potion materials.Anyway, as long as she waited here quietly, Snape would always come.

Freya's parents also specially sent her some potion ingredients. She thought that after a while, she might try to make cough syrup. She thought of a way to shorten the cooking time, and it might work. .

During dinner this morning, Kelly asked again about going to Hogsmeade.Freya would prefer to play with Kelly, but Kelly and Brown's relationship is warming up, and she is too embarrassed to be a light bulb.But she doesn't want to hang out with Smith...

Although everyone thinks that Freya is easy to mix with strangers, she is very Slytherin-like at this time, she can easily find the topic that others want to talk about, follow the other person's words, and behave appropriately Expressing his concern, he pulled the distance between the two of them indiscriminately.

But the ghost knows how tired she is from being able to do things right and wrong like this!

Freya didn't want to spend a good Saturday on this matter at all.She dropped the History of Magic textbook and sighed deeply.

Freya leaned back decadently, her long hair hanging down, motionless like a statue.Snape walked into the professor and saw Freya like this. He frowned, and rarely took the initiative to ask: "I didn't expect your empty brain to know the word trouble, and blow up the cauldron again?"

Freya sat up suddenly, looking at Snape expectantly: "Are you going to Hogsmeade on Saturday?"

"Ah."

"Is there anyone going with you then?"

Looking at her shining eyes, Snape didn't know how to face it, he was a little speechless for a while: "Yes."

Freya's heart sank, yes, how could it not be.Surely he was going with Evans.How can I be so stupid to ask such a question?Stupid, stupid, stupid!But she was still a little reconciled, it was rare, she wanted to dig deeper and ask, rather than keep thinking about it, she might as well ask: "Are you going with Evans?"

"...Hmmm." Snape wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again, and in the end he only uttered a monotonous syllable.

At this time, Freya was like a gas lamp that flickered on and off, and it seemed that it would be completely extinguished if she accidentally blew on it.

Freya suddenly let out a low laugh, and shrugged her shoulders, as if she was relieved.She patted Snape's stiff shoulder happily: "Thank God, I thought you were going to stay on Saturday to continue making Polyjuice Potion. You know I love learning so much and I can't bear to miss such an important moment. But Kelly They asked me to go to Hogsmeade... Anyway, great job! Well done, Evans!"

Snape felt annoyed that he had been deceived, his black eyes darkened, and his mouth was tightly pursed.Freya continued to say as if she didn't see it: "Snape, don't you want to dress up? You can't do this. Evans is such a good girl, don't wait for him to be snatched away by Potter before you regret it... ..."

"Miss Maurice!" Snape warned coldly, "Don't meddle in your own business."

Freya spread her hands: "If you need me to help you, come to me at any time." There was a fire in her heart, no matter how hard she suppressed it, she squeezed out from the gap, and her tone became uncontrollable.

That's not what I want to say, she shouted rationally when she was pushed into a corner, to no avail.

Snape was silent for a while, then called out: "Maurice..." His voice was softer than ever, like a sigh.

Freya heard an unusual softness from it.The voice drilled into her ears, drilled into her mind, and pulled out the struggling rationality.She returned to her usual look, smiling gently, and her tone rose slightly: "Sorry, I..." She opened her eyes wide, trying to let Snape see the sincerity in it, "I didn't mean that."

Their eyes met, and Freya didn't know how to explain it.

There are some things that I don’t know how to say, and some things that I can’t say.

"How about the compound decoction? Is it time to add Achnatherum splendens?"

"Well, let it go in half an hour."

The two tacitly kept silent about what happened just now.

If there's one thing Slytherins are best at, it's lying to themselves.Besides deceiving yourself?That must be a disguise.

The author has something to say: Why are the two snakes so entangled? ! ! ! ! ! WTF? ! ! ! !

Let me sort out the timeline below:

School starts on April 9

In early September, Freya started potion tutoring

Slytherin vs Gryffindor in mid-November, the first Quidditch game of the school year

Hogsmeade in mid-December

December 12th Christmas