On the Feasibility and Accuracy of Professor Cultivation

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"Marry me, Lily."

An unfamiliar but familiar male voice, full of anticipation and a hint of shyness that is hard to detect. She doesn't know him, but he speaks such intimate words.

Who is he?

"marry me."

In the dark, a small dot, shining.

The little shining point gradually moved in front of her, and then.

Is it a dream? What did she dream of? Could it be her inner desire?

Longing for that awkward wizard.

"Marry me and become Mrs..."

Mrs. Snape?

She couldn't help thinking.

"Mrs. Potter."

A little glitter was worn on a slender finger—a tiny diamond ring.

stunned.

Mrs. what?

"Mrs. Potter."

"You will become Mrs. Potter, and then be called Lily-Potter."

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【Lily-Potter】

Lily clasped her hands together and lowered her forehead, staring at the cake in front of her with a deep expression.

And that cake has been stared at by her for almost 10 minutes.

If the cake could talk, Mary thought the piece of cake might jump up, and then wrapped herself tightly in her clothes, shouting, "Look no more—"

But the cake won't, so Mary politely sympathizes with it for a second.

Then continue to eat apples.

They were having breakfast, with Mary and Harry.

"what happened again?"

Mary took a bite of the apple and asked as usual.

Lily acted like an old cadre thinking about life, with a puffed and gloomy face, and she looked a little like that old bat.

"Sure enough, love can change people?" She couldn't help gloating that Draco was better.

Lily rolled her eyes.

Harry came over and he went over there to bring milk for the ladies.

"Thanks," said Lily, and she and Mary each took a glass of milk, Harry's own pumpkin juice.

Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice, sat down, and asked, "What love?"

Mary was about to open her mouth when Lily kicked her.

"Nothing, just chat."

She wasn't going to tell Harry yet, and she was a little worried that Harry might be messing around again.

Mary hugged her legs, and said nothing, why did she kick so hard.

Can she have a long memory without exerting herself?

She is no longer a pig teammate who almost betrayed Lily.

Lily glared at her resentfully, and agreed to keep each other secret. In the end, only she never told her little secret with Malfoy, but it was her!

Mary grinned fawningly.

"It's okay if I'm wrong."

The two girls said that the donkey's head was not right with the horse's mouth. The boy felt a little confused. He scratched his head, but said nothing.

"But how time flies." Mary sighed.

In a blink of an eye, they will be in the seventh grade.

The days go by so fast it feels too unreal to her.

"I always feel that it's because the idiot author scratched his head and couldn't hold back the plot, so it's a moth." So he used the excuse that time flies, even though the last chapter was still in the fourth grade, and the next chapter was in the seventh grade.

So does Mary really think so?

Well, she was right.

_(┐「ε:)_

Harry looked confused: "???" He turned to look at Lily: "What else did she say?"

He didn't understand a word.

Lily shook her head, "Did you swear just now?"

Is that the point?That's not the point.

Mary: "...don't worry about the details."

Anyway, no matter what, they have grown up!

Happy, hee hee.

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In fact, it was said to be the seventh grade, but it was actually only the end of the sixth grade. After this Christmas, Lily and Mary officially entered the seventh grade.

And Harry has officially graduated.

Harry had a dreamy feeling, he didn't remember something, but he felt like he was missing a lot, and he didn't know what he was missing.

Prior to this, Harry had successfully passed the NEWT exam and got seven excellent results.He was going to be an Auror before.

Now, he could become a Ministry of Magic Auror.

"I thought you'd choose to be a Quidditch player or something."

Mary muttered, "You like Quidditch so much after all don't you?"

Harry shrugged. He was about to leave school. This should be one of the few remaining meal times during his Hogwarts school life. His friend originally proposed to have an off-campus get-together, but he refused.

He wants to continue to recall.

Harry drank his favorite pumpkin juice in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and asked:

"Where is Lily, do you have any plans after graduation?"

"Ah?" She was taken aback, "I haven't thought about it yet."

She had thought about it, but she forgot about it after being disturbed by other things recently. After all, she was just about to enter the seventh grade, and she was not in a hurry.

And what worries her most recently is about her own dreams.

In fact, she hadn't had a dream since Harry had taught her the Patronus Charm in fourth grade, and she'd summoned the deer out for a walk twice a night.

And recently, that annoying dream started to appear again and again, and it became more and more...empathetic?

She couldn't remember the content of the dream at first, but now she can even remember "Mrs. Potter" in the dream.

Is it because you are too tired?

she thinks.

The sixth grade course is really heavy. Recently, she has really worked very hard. She has higher demands on herself than others, and she hopes to become an excellent person.

"Did you sleep well?" Harry asked concerned.

"A bit."

Lily rubbed her forehead and suddenly asked:

"Harry, your last name is 'Potter' isn't it? "

Harry: "...Of course."

Could it be that she still doesn't remember his last name after being a classmate for seven years? Why does he feel a little hurt?

Mary: "Huh."

She remembered that Lily couldn't remember her name for a long time after entering school.

When Lily saw Mary give her a blank look, she immediately knew what she meant, and she looked helpless.

"...No, that's not what I meant."

"I just wanted to know, is your last name 'POTTER' the Potter? "

Harry nodded, "What's wrong."

"..."

"Nothing, just ask."

She wanted to think about it first.

Thinking about what strange thoughts she has about Potter to dream of "Mrs. Potter"

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The wizard found that the little girl was a bit decadent.

When she came to the cellar, she looked sullen, went straight to the sofa, and threw herself on it.

There was never a sofa in Snape's cellar, because he didn't need to entertain other guests or anything, and to him, guests were far less important than potions, so he made more room for potion ingredients .

But later, a huge sofa was added, enough for a person to turn over on it, because Lily expressed that she wanted to come to sleep in the cellar.

"I've been having nightmares recently, it would be better if you accompany me." She said to the old professor coquettishly.

Her professor showed no reluctance.

"Alas..." She sighed deeply while lying on the soft sofa, where her professor was brewing potions in a cauldron.

"Did you sleep well?" His inquiry came from over there.

Lily nodded sullenly, "Well, I'm so tired, very sleepy, but I can't sleep well."

It doesn't matter if you can't sleep well, why did you dream that she was called Mrs. Potter?Could it be that her true love is Harry?

She was shocked, thinking that this idea was really crazy.

The old professor came over with a glass cup and handed it to Lily. Lily looked up lazily, and it was filled with orange liquid.

"Sleeping?"

"Ah."

"Is it still so bad?" She remembered the terrible taste of the last drink, and couldn't help but roll in her stomach.

"Maybe." He stuffed the cup into her hand, and went back to the cauldron.

Lily took a deep breath, as if she was about to face some pain, and planned to drink up this terrible liquid in one go, so as to reduce the pain.

"Why didn't you give me a glass of water today?" She muttered, bringing the glass to her lips, holding her breath, and finished drinking.

Huh, sweet?

"Orange soda?" She widened her eyes, staring at the remaining liquid in the cup, which turned out to be orange soda flavored.

The old professor raised his lips.

The little girl got up and ran to hug her professor from behind, accusing him: "You have become bad, Severus, you have learned to play tricks."

"I didn't say anything."

The old professor didn't admit her accusation, he just let her drink the potion.

It was precisely because he didn't say anything that she thought that the cup of potion was still so bad, and she still acted so melancholy.

He must be watching her joke.

"What an annoying man." She muttered.

but……

"Why is it orange soda?"

She tugged at him and asked strangely.

She saw the professor pursed his lips.

Wait, orange soda.

She seemed to understand something.

Lily smiled maliciously.

"You like orange soda, don't you?"

What does she want to say?

Snape remained silent, staring at the cauldron solemnly, without stopping what he was doing.

But Lily insisted on him answering, grabbed him, hung on him, yes, Lily was still short.

She stood on tiptoe so that the top of her head could reach his lips.

This made Lily very dissatisfied. She hoped that she could kiss him when she raised her head, so she once asked the old professor to brew a potion to increase her height.

The old professor said that the current height is quite good.

She swears he saw him smile!

Red. Naked ridicule!

Grit your teeth.

But now, she is more concerned about this.

“Orange Soda”

When she kissed him for the first time, in the Goblet of Fire, she and Harry secretly drank, and what did he mean to her now, what was he implying.

Lily has kept her promise, and hasn't touched her professor for two years!

She felt that her self-control was really good, and Snape never expressed anything, she thought he was not that eager.

She narrowly stared at the professor who pursed her lips, and whispered, "I'm almost an adult..."

And what does she mean.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade this year?"

Since that year, she would go there with her professor for a few days every year. Don't think about it, they have their own rooms, and they are just on vacation.

But what does she mean now.

The wizard felt a little hot all over his body.

Lily pulled his head off and kissed his chin.

"See you at Christmas."

She hopped away again.

The wizard Tuliu stood in front of the cauldron, which was bubbling and bubbling.

The house smells like sweet orange soda.

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"He's a dark wizard."

"no, he is not!"

"Admit it, Lily..."

"You know..."

"No, he just..."

He just, likes black magic...

Severus... just, likes the dark arts.

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Holding what the girl wanted, Snape pushed open the door of his small building in Hogsmeade.

The temperature in the room was very warm, the fireplace was still burning, and the witch was wrapped in a small quilt and fell asleep on the sofa. She frowned and seemed to be sleeping uneasy.

Snape closed the door silently, walked gently to the living room, put down his things, and prepared to go to the pantry to make a cup of hot tea for her.

When he came out, the little girl was already awake, sitting on the sofa and rubbing her eyes.

"You're back."

"Hmm." He walked up to her with a glass of honey water, sat down, stuffed the glass into her hand, urged her to take a sip, then took the glass and put it on the table, touching her head.

"Are you having nightmares again?"

Lily was almost decadent, like a flower that hadn't received sunlight for a long time, and her whole body was listless.

She put her whole body on the professor's body and let out a long sigh.

"I might die if it goes on like this."

She hasn't slept well for a long time, and at this moment she only feels physically and mentally exhausted.

Snape brushed her sweaty hair behind her ears and asked, "Can you tell me about it?"

Lily took a bite of him and lazily said, "I can't remember many of them."

"But I can still remember some very strange dreams, such as I gave birth to a child named Harry, and my Patronus became a doe."

It was strange why on earth she had these dreams, of a son named Harry one moment, and herself as Mrs. Potter the next.

She couldn't help wondering what kind of complicated feelings she had for Harry to slander him so much in her dream.

Snape didn't speak, and let her moan in his arms, hold her, and stroke her hair.

Lily felt coquettish for a while before she felt a little relieved, sat up, hugged his neck, and looked at him.

Snape: "?"

Lily said, "Severus, have I ever hurt you?"

"No."

How come, "Why do you ask such a question."

Lily said: "I've been dreaming lately that I hurt you, but I'm thinking, that's not true, is it?"

Snape touched her, "Of course."

"So……"

Snape: "?"

Lily made her request and looked at him expectantly.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Snape: "..."

Snape: "No."

Lily pouted.

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But in fact, if you want to reject a Gryffindor, you need not only firm belief, but also decisive rejection.

Otherwise, what can stop the pace of a Gryffindor.

The black-robed wizard opened the door after taking a shower, and when he saw the little girl lying on his bed, he looked dazed.

Lily patted the empty space around her, smiling like a flower.

"Come on, Severus, come on!"

Snape had never felt like this before, as if he was...a concubine serving the king's bed.

Snapped--

He closed the door, thinking he must be dreaming.

The author has something to say: _(┐「ε:)_

Lily is a pure and good girl, and she is so dirty because of Mary's mother.

Mary's mother, Mrs. Scamander, and her husband apologized, and said again that with just one word, Snape would throw Lily out wrapped in a sheet in the next chapter.hahahahahahahahahahahaha

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I'm sorry that the time span is so large because I've exhausted all my talents and can't think of any plot except the car.

I apologize, I'm sorry you all cuties, prostrate and bow.

Can I compensate you with the car?