Professor hp snape wants me to drop out

Sera felt that she was a genius, so she must be able to learn something like Potions within a week to at least pass the level.

Pass: Refers to OWLs getting an O so that they can move on to Potions.

Keep studying, of course, just for Snape's sake, and she didn't deny that potions were a useful subject.

As a result, reality hit her head on.

"Professor Snape, are you saying I have to... cut... mice with my bare hands?"

"Remove their spleens. Do I have to repeat that?"

Serra looked at the bucket of fresh dead rats in front of her.

I can't imagine how they got here.

Sela glared at her Potions Master, who Snape was already reading.

She can't interrupt him.In fact, didn't she know what kind of a person Snape was?The act of getting close to him is definitely making yourself unhappy in a secular sense.

He always spoke softly and never yelled even when he was angry.For such a person, Sera dared not disturb his quietness.

But Sera found that she quite liked the tense and dignified atmosphere around him. She didn't feel scared or suffocated by it, but felt back to reality.

Truth makes her happy.

--All right.Dirty Potions.

Serra hadn't touched a mouse since she got her wand.

Snape hit her right, accidentally exacting his revenge.

In short, Serra got what she wanted, but not quite.

I have to say that Snape is still the original difficult Snape.He did give her the confinement she asked for, but every time he could arrange something to keep her down, and she didn't have the heart to observe him secretly.

And he's atrociously giving no guidance at all.Sera couldn't believe it, did he do it with bare hands when he prepared the materials himself?

They are wizards!

——She questioned this, but he said, "Since Miss Green thinks she is smart enough to question her professor's request—then why don't you invent a spell yourself?"

And if she used magic, he would say that she had ruined his materials.

Serra really hated potions.

...But Sierra can't feel regret at all. This may be the influence of love on the way of thinking of the brain.

And Snape - he was actually in a good mood for that.

He couldn't figure out why this student, whom he had long since given up on revenge, would take the initiative to bump into him.

When a student doesn't care about grades, doesn't care about insults (she'd be happy even to punish her), has no parental discipline, and is too talented to actually be expelled, Snape can only consider himself unlucky and beg Sierra to graduate quickly and stay in school Li really wronged her.

——And now, as long as you provide a bucket of stinking small animal carcasses, you can appreciate her daring expression.

Snape had to reflect on how narrow his path had been before.

In short, both of them are quite satisfied with the current situation.

But squeezing caterpillars, pulling snake teeth, and skinning frogs won't accomplish Serra's goals.And the week is almost over.

"It's done, sir."

"Thank you. You can go back." Snape decisively saw off the guests.

"Can I take a moment of your time?" Serra said.

Snape tilted his head, beckoning her.

"Sir, although I am embarrassed, I still want to say that I find that dealing with this is not very helpful to my practical level of potions. Can I follow you to the class? Potions class in the lower grades."

Snape raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "I'm assuming you know what labor service means?" He put down his book, leaned forward, and looked directly at Serra: "It's you, Miss Green - serving me. Not I'll make up for you." He saw that she just didn't want to do it.

"I'll still do these." With magic.She's almost figured it out. "May I?"

Perhaps it was because Serra hadn't uttered some terrible flattery this time around, and maybe Snape still had the slightest bit of regard for her as his student that he didn't immediately reject.

Realizing this, he turned out his class schedule with a bad face, copied one and flew it to Sera.

"You can come to the first and second year classes next week as—" Snape paused, then said, "Assistant." He refused to offer her the cauldron.

Sierra held the timetable in her hand, her face was full of joy, she never thought it would be so easy!She thought she had to dawdle a bit.

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There is a Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor on Saturday.

Sera found that Snape had also gone there - through the crystal ball, she could have a brief partial empathy with some people who had been with her for a long time recently. Although the vision would be distorted, she could still hear clearly.

She has no interest in others, so it can only be used to see Penello before.Now she loves this feature very much.

Quidditch?

Snape had never been there before, except for finals.As the Dean, he doesn't love Quidditch like McGonagall.

Sierra never looked either.Sierra rarely played games, and she used to play games at school.

There are even seven hundred ways to foul Quidditch.Hogwarts school rules are not so many.

Sera thought indifferently, let's go and see it today.It's just that she already knew the ending, probably the little savior would end the game.

—Oh, that's why Snape went.

The trouble is, when we got to the stadium, it was packed with people everywhere.

Sera's Keep Stranger Aura is also not very useful at this time.While many seniors were shocked to see her coming, no one made room for her.

This is the Savior's Quidditch debut!

First-year Seeker!

Not only the colleges of the two sides of the competition, but almost the young wizards from the entire school came.

Sierra felt a little troublesome, and she didn't want to do anything at this time, so as not to affect the mood of her pretty brother.

This is pretty brother immunity.

The professors occupy a high stand, which is relatively spacious.Sera saw McGonagall, and then, the beautiful and kind Professor McGonagall beckoned to her.

Her expression was a little helpless, she wondered if she felt that if she really put Sera into the student pile, it would be dangerous.

Selah was so flattered that she ran over there immediately, and even got herself a pair of decent shoes when she got there, thinking she could at least look good.

She sat next to Meg: "Thank you Minerva."

McGonagall gave her a "don't cause trouble" look, raised her chin to signal her to concentrate on watching the game, and then she hurried down—to the commentary booth.

Sera first looked at the location.On the professors' side, their dean, Professor Flitwick, wasn't here - of course; Snape sat in front of her, and Quirrell - on the other side of her row, he'd caught her.

Fortunately, the stands are open and windy.Serra cast a spell to make sure the wind wouldn't blow past him.

Game start!

Ball games, even those who can't understand and have never been interested in them, will be driven by the atmosphere, and will start to cheer and shout with excitement unconsciously.

Serra used to find places to practice magic or do some shady things during games.The most successful time, she used the invisibility spell to sneak into the principal's office, secretly played with the Pensieve, and even picked up a phoenix feather.

Although he was invited to drink tea by Dumbledore that night.

——So, this is her first time watching the game.Out of respect, she paid attention to the situation on the court for a while.

...I still don't think there is much excitement, she can tell what they are going to do next by looking at everyone's face, and she even has a judgment on the direction of the Bludger's flight.

Only the Snitch, Serra hadn't found yet.

Sierra held her crystal ball in her arms to prevent it from being smashed, and then seriously observed—the students.

Anyway, there was nothing to do, so everyone was here at this opportunity, and let her see what had changed.

Flying in the sky, the most conspicuous one is Oliver Wood. Serra knew that he was the dream girl of many girls in the fifth grade because of his good grades, good personality, and good ball game——girls would always be judged by him. Physically strong men are attracted.He's even more handsome now, and it's no exaggeration to say he's a Gryffindor.

Little Harry - oh, why is he still wearing glasses?

Muggles have to take off their glasses when playing, otherwise, if the lens is smashed, it will be bad if the debris gets into the eye.

Serra hoped the others were okay.

Little Harry was not stage-frightened either, he was cleverly dodging the flying balls and seniors, looking for the Snitch, his eyes met Serra inadvertently, and Serra smiled at him, and he smiled back brightly .

—Oh, he's so cute when he smiles!Look at this white and tender little face!

Serra decided there was a chance to cast a spell on his glasses so they wouldn't break.

At this time, a big man suddenly appeared and attracted Sera's attention.

Hagrid, he lives by the Forbidden Forest.He was always sloppy and easy to fool, and Serra had never been caught by him in the Forbidden Forest.

Serra watched with admiration as Hagrid squeezed his way into the Gryffindor pile. --oh!He stood with Ron Weasley and a little shaggy-haired witch.

This little witch Sera has the impression that she often goes to the library.

It seems that the three little wizards Chris mentioned are the three of them.

The changes of the little witch are also very exaggerated, she is so beautiful now, only her unkempt hair has not changed, but the furry feeling dilutes her seriousness and makes her look even cuter.

The sun was shining brightly and the wind was blowing, and Serra was in a good mood.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the court, and Sera saw many people's hands pointing up——

Harry.His broom is tumbling?

This is by no means normal.Someone is putting a curse on him.

Opposite, the clever little witch seemed to know who it was, and she left her seat.

Sierra released the crystal ball, she has a bad view from sitting here, but she can see with the ball.

She was the first to suspect Quirrell.The crystal ball swung by, and he was chanting a spell, his eyes fixed on Harry's broom.

That's easy.Sierra lifted it straight up, and then dropped the crystal ball.

In fact, she could also use the crystal ball to meet Quirrell's eyes, but that would be too obvious, and Voldemort might realize it.

Quirrell's shoulder was hit hard, and he fell forward, throwing the person in front of him down.

Serra looked at the sky again, and little Harry had climbed onto the broom.

— how brave he is!

There was a burst of applause.

The crystal ball rolled to Snape's feet, Sela controlled it and lightly bumped Snape's feet.

Be cute.

Snape reacted immediately and glared back at Serra, who smiled sweetly at him.

Reluctantly, it was too noisy at this time, and it was inconvenient to speak, so Snape could only turn back speechlessly.

Sierra was about to take back the crystal ball, but saw the little witch.

Hermione was hiding at the entrance to the stands, wand in hand, about to burn Snape's robes with a spell.

She was a little puzzled when she heard the cheers, and ventured out to poke her head out, only to see Serra's crystal ball.

Hermione's heart tightened, and she didn't know why she felt a sense of crisis.

— Sera has jumped down.

Sela pulled her away a little so that no one would notice.

"Hey. What's your name?"

"... Hermione Granger." Hermione said, still worried about Harry, and couldn't help but pray that the voice just now meant that Harry had successfully climbed up.

"It's a nice name, beautiful lady. I'm Serra Green," Seeing her anxious, Serra asked, "Are you worried about Harry? Don't be afraid. Quirrell has been knocked down by me. Harry is fine now." It's on."

Hermione felt that the senior's speech was not very serious, which made her embarrassed, but she relaxed again when she heard that Harry was fine.Just: "Professor Quirrell? Isn't it Snape? I saw him chanting a spell!"

Selah couldn't help touching her head. Hermione seemed a little uncomfortable but didn't avoid it, which made Selah feel soft.

"Then maybe Snape is reciting the counter-curse. Anyway, I've taken care of it now. You can go back to watch the game." Sera urged her to leave, she didn't want the little girl to miss her friend's wonderful performance.

She was going to go back and look at the back of Snape's head too - she found that to be a pretty good angle.

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"Selah said Snape was saving me?" said Harry, genuinely confused this time.

"It's possible, I mean, if no counterspells were being uttered, your broom would probably do more than just roll over," said Ron.

"That's right. And looking back on Halloween, all the professors came out to look for us, except Quirrell," said Hermione.

"He probably just passed out and didn't wake up," said Harry quickly.

Hermione gave him a look of contempt: "Wouldn't it be more suspicious if he was really that weak? Then why did Dumbledore hire him?"

Ron couldn't help but say something for Harry: "Don't blame Harry. Snape is really targeting him too much." Snape even came here to confiscate his Quidditch book before the game.

Hermione sighed, "Well... is it possible that Selah is lying to me?"

"But why is she speaking for the old bat? The whole school knows that the two of them are not dealing with it. I heard that she is still locked up by the old bat recently!" Ron said.

Harry was silent too, yeah, Sierra murdered the Crucible for four years.

So is it really Quirrell?

The author has something to say:

Serra: The subject of potions is too irregular

Sierra: like love

Snape: You broke in yourself.

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I want to update this book first, maybe it will be almost leveled before I change it or something.

The difference between the two heroines' personalities is too big and confusing.