Professor hp snape wants me to drop out

For some reason, Quirrell had no impression of Serra.In his desperation, he didn't think much about it, he just regarded her as an inconspicuous student.

Although he had a bad start, after all, it was only a student who caught him at the moment, and Quirrell believed that he still had room to adapt.He tried his best to relax the floating body, closed his eyes and pretended to be dizzy, and paid attention to the surrounding environment. When he felt that he was in a quiet and cold place, he felt that the time had come.

However, just as he was about to perform a wave of waking up, the floating spell cast on him suddenly failed.He fell to the ground suddenly, and his back was hurt by something hard—probably an uneven stone wall.And soon, he felt a chill in his scalp again.

"What are you doing!" He didn't care about the performance, and hurriedly opened his eyes.He found himself sitting on the floor of a dimly lit broom closet with his back against the wall, his hood unfurled.

The small space, which was not much larger than a closet, was even more crowded because of the presence of another person, the female student Sierra Green, who was squatting in front of him, pointing her wand at him.A crystal ball floated behind her, and it was it that acted as a faint light source.

"Huh? No hair? Trouble..." Sera said with a cutting spell, cut his neck open with a strange cry from Quirrell, and took out an empty bottle of blood, "The blood is a bit dirty... Sorry, Professor Quirrell," Serra said politely, noticing that he was awake.

Quirrell was horrified to find that he couldn't move at all. When the hell did this girl put a Freezing Curse on him?Is this what a Hogwarts student should be? !

—she cut my neck!She is going to kill me!help!Why didn't the master come out to save me... Ah, the master can't expose, before I get the Philosopher's Stone...

In extreme fear, Quirrell wailed tremblingly.

"Stop pretending to stutter." The female demon looked at him with interest in her purple eyes, "Stop screaming, it's just a small cut, didn't you realize that I didn't even cut your trachea?"

She filled a bottle full of blood—using a medium-sized crystal bottle for potions, sniffed it, and smiled gracefully at him, but said ruthlessly: "I don't want to either. Your blood stinks." .”

Quirrell looked desperately at his blood dripping all over his clothes, with tears in his eyes, and said incoherently: "Please—I didn't mean to—please let me go—"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor, to frighten you," Serra said, giving him a Restoration.

"I have reasons why I must."

Serra aimed her light-colored wand at the bald wizard, thinking that even he was becoming more pleasing to the eye, and that she could be nicer to him if he wasn't always so cringe-worthy.

"Everything is forgotten."

Sierra extinguished the crystal ball, and with the occasional flashes of lightning outside the window, threw Quirrell, who had really fainted this time, into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom next to the broomroom, and walked out the door in a good mood.

She felt that the soles of her feet were sticky, probably stained with blood, so she stopped and wanted to rub on the ground.

However, the mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

Once she emerged she was disarmed with a precise silent spell, then violently dragged away by a tall man and led into a corner, where he held his wand to her neck.

Sera knew something was wrong, taking advantage of the darkness, she quietly raised her hand to snatch his wand, but he also held down her hand.

... who is this?Sierra's mind was running fast. An adult man, wearing a black robe, was very skilled. He was a head taller than her. His figure was oppressive. He should not be thin, and he had no obvious smell on his body.

—She didn't know the man.

Now she is under the control of others, unable to succeed with one blow, the chance of success in a sneak attack is slim, and it may even anger the opponent.

There is no other way but to gamble.

"Professor," Serra said tentatively, "I'm Serra."

The wand poked at the neck was quickly retracted.

A bolt of lightning struck down, illuminating the faces of the two of them for a moment.

The man in black robe - or Snape's expression obviously froze for a moment, the deterrence and murderous intent in his eyes had not had time to fade, and it crashed into Sera's purple eyes.

Seeing that it was indeed Serra, Snape didn't say much, turned around and left with a cold snort, walking like flying.

It won't be her.he thinks.

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Sela lit the crystal ball again, and found her wand by the faint light.

She knelt down and picked up the wand back in her hand. Instead of standing up immediately, she sat down and leaned against the wall.She was still reminiscing about the thrilling game that made her heart beat faster when she was just arrived here.His momentum, his strength, and the look in his eyes that caught a glimpse of him made her so excited that she was still trembling until now.

He's powerful and... dangerous!

He turned out to be a professor.Then he can only be—

That old bat.

The old bat has changed the most of all.

Before Quirrell this year, Sera hated being close to the old bat the most, mainly because he had a long-term faint smell of water, mixed with a mess of disgusting potion ingredients.

Now he, no.

In the past, he had a surprisingly big nose, thin and greasy hair, a sallow complexion, a thin figure, and a little hunchback.Greasy, gloomy old bat is the best summary of him.

Now he...

Sculpted rigorous and stern face, although the nose is still a big and long aquiline nose, but the whole is harmonious.His thin lips were perfectly shaped, his brows and eyes were deep, and his eyes were calm, ruthless, and extremely oppressive.

Not to mention body shape.With broad shoulders and narrow waist, he is proud and straight. When he walks, his steps are neat and his black robe rolls, leaving a long-lasting shock on those who are left behind.

Sela just stared at him as he walked away, her eyes seemed to be glued.Even though his black robe is actually easy to blend with the environment, from Sera's perspective he is as dazzling as a drop of blood on the snow.

It was as if after washing away the fishy smell of water, the sinister and greasy temperament on his body also dissipated.He is no longer a poisonous rat hiding in the stinky gutter, but a nocturnal beast. He usually uses a black robe to cover his sharp edges, and his powerful fangs and muscles are only exposed in the dark.

It's just a different person.Such him...

Sera couldn't recover for a long time.She leaned her head against the wall weakly, her whole body relaxed, and even her eyelids were slightly closed.However, under her quiet appearance was the silent and fierce roar of the heart in her chest.

She felt very thirsty, as if a fire had burned from her stomach to her throat.She allowed the crazy desire to possess and plunder this man, which seemed to come out from the depths of her soul, to fill her mind and occupy every nerve in her that was usually only used to produce wisdom.

She breathed lightly, enjoying this wonderful feeling that she had never had in the past ten years of her life.

……

After a while, Sera felt that her body was almost too cold by the wind, so she gathered up her scattered thoughts and pressed them back to the bottom of her heart—like planting a seed, which brought her a strong vitality .

She got up briskly, hummed a song and went up the stairs.

The author has something to say:

It's over, I am guilty of writing joy, will I be beaten. .woo woo

It's so hard to grasp little Sera's deviant behavior, I have to work hard.

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First published at 11.5 am on 11.19, revised on [-]

It's a heartbeat, it's a perverted heartbeat