Professor hp snape wants me to drop out

As one of the few people who knew Sera's dragonfly form, McGonagall would occasionally stop to say hello, or talk to the little dragonfly when she met Severus.Every time this happened, the two of them were actually a little embarrassed, but they never stopped.

Dumbledore's explanation to McGonagall is similar to what Flitwick said, except that McGonagall didn't understand why the headmaster asked Severus to take care of Little Dragonfly at the beginning-she is obviously the most suitable candidate, right?

After witnessing the different treatment of the little dragonfly, it was not easy for her to raise objections.

However, after a long time, Mag had some very wild guesses that she couldn't believe she could come up with.

In mid-May, McGonagall finally made up her mind and visited the cellar one weekend.

"Severus, we have to talk." She glanced at the dragonfly on Severus's head first, then scowled and looked at him very seriously, as if teaching a student - in fact, he did is her student.

Severus nodded, asked her to take a seat in the lounge, and poured tea for the two of them.

Mag was obviously a little surprised by his actions, and her expression eased a lot; if she was looking at him with the eyes of a bad student just now, then her attitude now probably thinks that he just made a small mistake.

"...I have to say, this is not what I imagined." Mag looked at the surrounding environment.She usually only talked to Severus in the outside office, and this was the first time she had been invited into his private space. "I need to reorganize the language." She picked up the cup and drank the lipstick tea.

The potions professor's lounge and office are completely two styles.The office is mostly dull black, but here there is a cobalt blue loveseat sofa, a few upholstered chairs in the same color, a round table covered with an off-white and blue check tablecloth, light pine bookcases, and the whole room. A light blue and light green Scottish plaid rug.

McGonagall thought in a trance that he was not in the cellar, but in the tower.

A half-person-high rectangular wooden table is placed on the wall opposite the sofa, with a conspicuous ecological box placed on it.

At this time, both of them were sitting on chairs, and they could see the green glass box just by tilting their heads slightly.

"Beautiful room, reminds me of the scenery of the Mediterranean Sea." Mag commented. "Does Serra live here?"

Severus nodded slightly, and the little dragonfly flew to the water plants in the box as soon as he entered the door.What McGonagall didn't know was that there was another box in his bedroom.He didn't want her to know for now.

He couldn't think of anything he could do for Selah, and it hurt like hell to do nothing, feeling like a tree being slowly sawn down with a chirp.

After two months, I have tossed about these.He thinks that the current environment is quite suitable for the little green dragonfly.

"Animagus is a very dangerous spell. In the process of practicing, wizards are easy to get mad and can't change back." Mag said, "However, I think you know all this."

"Well," Severus said, "Sera became like this because of the mental injury she suffered earlier... magic. Albus told me that she was self-medicating."

"It makes sense." McGonagall nodded, "Since Albus has tried everything, then my counter-curse probably won't work either." Mag straightened his back, "Let's talk about something else."

McGonagall didn't know that Dumbledore was cursed and couldn't use magic. In fact, he didn't cast a counter-curse on Serra.Still, Severus thought, let's wait for Serra to transform back on her own.

"Okay." Severus felt a little nervous, slowly gathered his hands on his knees, and subconsciously glanced at the little dragonfly.

"Relax," McGonagall smiled, "I feel like I'm meeting you for the first time, Severus."

Severus took a sip of tea from his own cup.

"You know, Sera has no parents." McGonagall returned to seriousness, "No one taught her these things, and no one helped her check it out."

"I think she can take responsibility for her own life," Severus said.

"It was imperative," said Meg. "Last year, I wanted to give her a watch for her birthday."

Wizards have a tradition of parents gifting watches to their adult children.

"She might prefer you to treat her as a friend." Severus said, "She has always liked you." Sera always called her "Minerva" when talking about Meg in private, with a faint intimate.

Mag had never thought about it in this direction, and was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to react.

"...Thank you for telling me that." Severus noticed unexpectedly, her eyes starting to turn red, "Sera is a good girl. The reason I didn't give her a present was because she had turned me down before. I wanted to invite her over to my house for Christmas when she was in first grade." In fact, she even wanted to adopt Sierra. "She doesn't like holidays, and she doesn't like birthdays very much."

"I found it."

"It seems that you still understand her." Mag quickly adjusted her emotions, "You hid it too well. I didn't notice it at all." She shook her head and pursed her lips in disapproval, "And Ah? So is Si."

"You are the Head of Gryffindor." Not Ravenclaw.

"I'm a professor of Transfiguration." McGonagall said proudly, "Sera likes Transfiguration and she does it very well. She is the best student I have taught in nearly 40 years." She glanced at the box with a smile. Dragonfly said seriously again: "Okay, now let's talk frankly."

"of course."

"How far have you been with her?"

"..." Mag was as straightforward as ever, so fierce from the beginning.Severus was caught off guard, and his eyes drifted unconsciously to the bedroom door.

Unfortunately, this action was caught by McGonagall.

"...I really can't believe it." Mag's face immediately became terrified. She took a deep breath, then raised her voice and roared restrainedly, "Selah, only, 17 years old! How dare you ! You..." She was so angry that she couldn't speak, her chest rose and fell violently with her deep breaths, and she pierced his face with needle-like eyes.

McGonagall paused word by word, and the accented words were like a string of pebbles, hitting Severus on the head with no seriousness.

He wanted to argue, but felt his throat seemed to be choked.

In fact, many wizards have already started at Selah's age, but... what makes McGonagall difficult to accept is probably their age difference.

"I'll take care of her." In order to keep McGonagall from getting angry, Severus said dryly.Dean Slytherin's momentum was completely suppressed at the moment.

"You'd better be!" McGonagall rolled her eyes not very gracefully, "Severus, why do you look like a kid? How long have you been together? I think it must not be more than a year! Are you sure she is that person?"

"I'm sure." Severus was silent for a while, and said firmly.

He was a little guilty, and he didn't dare to say that the two of them hadn't actually "established a relationship" yet.

"Alas..." Mag sighed deeply, and put the teacup back on the porcelain saucer on the table, making a crisp sound. "Forget it.... You have to be more tolerant of her." He was sure, and Sera might not be sure yet.

"I will." He answered quickly this time.

"I'll watch you," said the Head of Gryffindor, warningly, like a lioness guarding her cubs.

Severus wasn't sure what to say, he was a little uncomfortable with her scrutiny, but he knew he couldn't back down at the moment, so he met McGonagall's gaze directly.

"...Severus, you have changed a lot." After a long time, McGonagall lowered her voice, as if she was moved.

"Okay, since you still know how to take care of her, I'm fine." McGonagall showed a helpless smile, or just forced the corners of her mouth, "Do you have anything to ask me?"

He does.

"Yes." Severus cleared his throat, "I was wondering, is there a magic that allows me to see her mood? Similar to Transfiguration Magus... changing colors according to her mood."

Disguise magus is born, and Animagus has a certain degree of immunity to other transfiguration, he knows the hope is slim, but he still wants to try.

Mag's eyes lit up, "Why didn't I think of this." Her smile was much more sincere. "Congratulations, you have found the right person. This happens to be my latest research result."

Because a student asked a question, she happened to be thinking about changing the color of her cat's fur a while ago.

The two got up and went to the glass box. Severus checked the condition of the plants in the box, and skillfully pulled out his wand and cast a spell to change the water.

"Wonderful Vanishing Curse, five points for Slytherin." Mag was probably quite satisfied with his actions, and made a joke.Then she also took out her wand and cast a spell on the little dragonfly.

The little dragonfly turned light yellow.

"I like this color," Mag leaned closer to the little dragonfly, with a carefree lightness on his always serious face, as if recalling a good part of his childhood, "I hope there will be egg tarts for dinner today. "

"...what does that mean?" Severus wondered.

"You experience it yourself." McGonagall said, "There is no accurate way to say it. If you really connect with her, then your feeling is her feeling." She straightened up and looked at the tall young man, "I have to go Bye, Severus."

"Goodbye...thanks, Minerva."

McGonagall opened the door by herself and left.

The little dragonfly immediately flew away from the water grass, and Severus raised his hand reflexively, and she landed on his hand, turning purple.

That's the color of her eyes.

He hadn't seen it for a long, long time.

Severus suddenly felt his heart being hugged tenderly by something huge and fluffy, and he couldn't help but slightly curl his mouth, but felt something spill out of his eye sockets.

One Friday night at the end of May, the confinement duo was sent off to the dueling ring, and Severus was about to take Sela out for a stroll when there was a knock on the office door.

He opened the door and found Penello.

... Recently, his thoughts have become more and more endless. When he saw this brown-haired sixth-grade girl, he unexpectedly thought that this person might appear at his wedding in the future.

As soon as Penello saw him, he looked around him with obvious eyes.He wondered if she knew something.

"Miss Clearwater, what can I do?"

"I want to see Serra." Penello's search was fruitless, and the corners of his mouth were drawn down, obviously disappointed.She took a step back to meet the Potions Professor's gaze, and said, "Professor Snape, good evening."

Severus was thinking about the wedding, stared at Penello for two seconds, and let her in without saying anything.

He strode back to his desk, followed Penello behind him and said, "I knew Sera was with you! Is she learning Animagus recently, and then something went wrong? She sure Will learn this magic, in fact, I wonder why she just started learning it now, but this is also easy to explain, because practicing Animagus requires someone to take care of it, she still believes that you are right, and combined with your recent performance Come and see..."

"Stop it." Severus interrupted her, Ravenclaw always spouted when he showed off his intelligence, even though she was only half right. "Here she is."

The little dragonfly on the table turned from purple to blue when it saw Penello coming.

"...Wow." Penelope was shocked, "Did she learn Transfiguration Magus by the way?!"

Although Transfiguration Magus is born unable to learn, there is nothing she cannot do with her talented roommate!

Severus didn't bother to explain.

He was thinking that Serra was also blue in front of Harry and Draco.And she treats the two children equally, they appear alone in the office, and the little dragonflies are blue.

The blue may mean that these are the people she wants to cover.

Most of the time she's in the presence of other people, she's orange in front of Dumbledore, and usually purple when alone with him.

It has to be said that the magic of Mag is like a timely rain for him.Otherwise, the little dragonfly would give too little response, and he would really be dying of thirst.

These days he has something new to do: try various methods to make the little dragonfly change color.

Chatting, playing music, and reading to her have so far been ineffective, and her color is still largely determined by the people she meets.But there are exceptions, and she occasionally turns pink when they hang out.

She especially likes to blow hair, and today he is going to take her to the Astronomical Tower for a flight.

"Have you finished reading? If there is nothing else, you can go." Don't delay him watching the little pink dragonfly.

"...Okay." Penello was observing the dragonfly at close range, and secretly stretched out his black hand to try to touch it, but was avoided.

"You're beautiful. Come on, Sierra," she murmured.

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