[HP] turns in your hand

Of course Severus Snape understood what Dumbledore meant.

He has taught many students, and it is almost the same every year. A group of children of different heights, fat and thin barely put on their school robes, and they find places to sit in the potions classroom. You can basically see the personalities of these children.

Every child is a strangely shaped stone, the younger it is, the more angular it becomes, and each has its own temper.But as time goes by, the older they grow, the flatter the edges and corners on their bodies are. It is life and the environment, and setbacks one by one, that gradually smooth them out, and finally the person who holds the tentacles no longer feels the strange edges and corners brought to the palm. pain.

No child is born with the ability to observe words, to please others, and to be good at dancing.Just as no stone is naturally smooth and round.

Ziara Lowe was just a pebble mixed with strange angular stones. Snape admired the feel of her hand, but he didn't think carefully about how much washing and polishing she went through before being taken into his palm?

Suffering is a must for a strong and mature person.

But no one appreciates suffering.

Snape, who had walked step by step from the abyss of suffering to today, and is still walking in the abyss of suffering, looked back, and saw the same lonely figure of Chiara.

They are all but a pebble in the tide.

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After Chiara returned from the principal's office, she had nightmares for several days in a row. She noticed something creepy from Dumbledore's questioning.Dumbledore had obviously been watching her, he knew she was from the orphanage and had observed her leaving school last Christmas.

But the only thing that gave her some comfort was that in Britain in 1994, it was difficult to trace train tickets and personal identification information. After all, there was no real-name ID card network in this era.The way Chiara went to Little Hangleton was very cautious. She even got off the train two stops ahead of time, just to prevent someone from looking for her whereabouts through the train ticket.

Soon, though, Chiara was able to breathe a little more—the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had arrived at Hogwarts.

The Triwizard Tournament kicked off, and Dumbledore soon turned to worry about the Goblet of Fire, who inexplicably spit out a fourth note.Chiara didn't know if she was still his focus, but she could at least tell herself that she didn't have to worry about Dumbledore for the time being, or that a dementor would storm into the classroom one day and arrest her in Azkaban.

The rhythm of Chiara's life was not disrupted by the Triwizard Tournament.She hides among the excited Hogwarts students with her day-to-day heavy schoolbag, among the foreign students in blue and fur uniforms with various foreign accents.The library is still her open and secret base. She calmly reads various books on her fixed seat, learns various magic methods including black magic, and spends this boring time in the eyes of others. Exciting year.

She goes to every Triwizard Tournament match, but just to fit in.She hadn't been to the Yule Ball, even though Draco Malfoy had asked her insinuatingly if she'd like to dance with him.Chiara also noticed that many male classmates around her were interested in her, but she rejected all invitations.

Chiara was not at all interested in teenage high school students, nor did she want to give them hope for nothing.Hope is a very, very precious thing. Ciara didn't even have much of it herself, so how could she give it to others so easily?

The only difference from before is that Barty Crouch Jr. seems to have been interviewed by Dumbledore, and the interview really worked.Chiara wasn't upset by Barty Jr. again in the following Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but things didn't get much better for Slytherins.

Little Barty still hated the Death Eaters, and it wasn't just Chiara who was unlucky, there were others, at least Draco was often scared pale by Little Barty in class.

The intimidation of the Slytherins had some rather strange back-effects, because it soon became clear that no matter what Barty Jr. targeted, Chiara seemed indifferent.She went to class properly, completed homework, answered questions, and turned a deaf ear to Barty Jr.'s weird behavior and remarks, as if he was just a clown.

Chiara's composure had such a calming effect on the Slytherin fourth year students that they were soon sitting around her in Defense Against the Dark Arts class and learning to speak at her. He never said a word before, and after Barty Jr. did something sick again, he sent a special agent to rush to the cellar to find Snape to file a complaint.

Of course, Chiara knows the thoughts of these children well, and she doesn't mind being their "patron saint".To her, Barty Jr.'s bluff threats were just desserts before a big meal. She knew exactly what Barty Jr. wanted to do, and of course, she also knew what she was going to do.

One day, she's going to kill Barty Crouch Jr.

A week before the final of the Triwizard Tournament, Chiara has updated her will to the fifth edition of this year.

No one could smell the storm coming, except for Chiara's lawyer.

When this poor gentleman first cooperated with Chiara, he thought she was just a rich lady who wanted to use spare money to invest for fun. After all, Chiara was polite and thoughtful, and she was not at all like an ordinary ten-year-old girl. How old are the children.But after getting the wills sent by her continuously, Mr. Lawyer also gradually noticed from the bottom of her words that Chiara seemed to be facing a very important challenge, and she was not sure about it.Her inner anxiety is reflected in each will.

When the lawyer was holding higher and higher commissions, he also cautiously suggested in his reply that Chiara should see a psychiatrist.

Chiara's reply to this was: Would you advise a terminal cancer patient to have their teeth cleaned?

no need.

Her mission is to kill Barty Crouch Jr. before he replaces the Triwizard Trophy, and escape without hiding her identity.

It's a mission no one knows how successful it will be.It's easy to say, after all, just one "Avada Kedavra" can take a person's life, even Dumbledore can't be spared.

But Chiara knew that she was dealing with a Death Eater who could use a powerful Confusion Charm, a ruthless lunatic with "Mad Eye" Moody's magic eye that could see through objects.Even though she has been studying magic almost every day in the past few years, she still doesn't have the actual combat experience compared to Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr.

She had to transform into a poisonous snake, a seemingly weak poisonous snake, lurking in the dark and grabbing little Barty's flaws, winning with one blow.

Chiara's anxiety couldn't be relieved from having to revise the will over and over again.She began to suffer from insomnia again, insomnia all night, until four or five o'clock to catch a trace of drowsiness.After finishing her homework, she would check typos over and over again, and even started to draw horizontal stripes on the parchment before writing her homework, writing in strange typographical fonts, as if doing this kind of mechanical action could free herself a little.

The students around her soon realized that something was wrong with her, but most of them thought it was because the exam was approaching.Chiara also let them think so, after all, her personality is a person who is devoted to her studies - although she doesn't care about this year's final exam at all, she is not even afraid of death now, is she still afraid? Failure?

So what is she worrying about?What are you afraid of?

"aggressive"

Chiara stared at the daisy roots in her hand, and cut them into pieces with the silver knife in her hand without expression.

"aggressive"

Pansy, who was at her table, had already thrown her daisy root into the pot, and was going to take a peek at what Chiara was going to do next before continuing.But she found that Chiara seemed to be possessed, staring at the daisy roots on the chopping board as if she had a deep hatred, and kept cutting them carefully, cutting them into strips, shreds, and minces...

"Chiara, Chiara." Pansy poked her in the back. "The book said just cut it into strips..."

Chiara woke up like a dream, she raised her head, glanced at the book, and then at the daisy roots under her knife that were no different from green onions, then swept them aside annoyed, took some daisy roots again and started cutting .

This time she handled it well, but Chiara lost her mind again while cutting the tree frog skin.There is mucus on the skin of the hyla frog, which is slippery and not easy to cut with a single knife. It needs to be cut back and forth repeatedly.After cutting back and forth three times, Ziara fell into a mysterious state again, sleepiness, anxiety, mechanical work, too many factors put her reason in the chaos, she stared blankly at the chopping board, repeatedly Cutting a severed tree frog skin, even Snape quietly walked behind her without noticing.

Snape was standing behind Chiara, and he could see the back of her fair neck showing through her short hair after she lowered her head, but his eyes just passed the nape of her neck.Soon he noticed the poor tree frog skin in Chiara's hand, the chopping board she had cut and scratched deeply, and the part of her wrist that was exposed after she rolled up her sleeves for easier work.

"Miss Lowe." Snape said, "Stop."

Ziara's hand nearly trembled, but she stopped shortly afterwards, and as quickly as an electric shock, she scraped the slime off the tree frog's skin and dropped it into the cauldron that was about to turn dangerously burnt tan.

"The remedy is timely. But don't let me see you in a daze in my class next time."

Snape dropped this sentence coldly, stepped forward and continued to move forward.

After being in a daze for a few seconds, Qiara quickly fell into a deep self-loathing mood. She was no longer in a trance, and she performed the next operation with precision and speed as if someone was chasing her, even ignoring the back row. Leigh and Ron's murmurs ("Look, Chiara is human too, and she can be in a daze." "If you dare to be in a daze in the old bat's class, she didn't get put into the cauldron and drowned because she It's Chiara!").

Before get out of class was over, she also made a good-looking potion.

Chiara bottled her potion, sealed it, and stepped forward with a heavy heart to hand over her homework to Snape.When Snape took the glass bottle, he didn't say anything else. When he put a label with Chiara's name on the glass bottle, Chiara kept hesitating whether she should apologize.But before Chiara could speak, Snape had already mentioned another matter first.

"You didn't go to get the potion for scar removal?"

Chiara was in a daze, she didn't understand what Snape was talking about.

Snape's dull black eyes looked at her wrist, and Chiara realized belatedly that he was referring to the Boggart incident in third year, when Ziara threw herself His wrist was bloodied.

After that, she didn't go to remove the bite mark, and the pale and shallow scar became a mark for Chiara to remind herself all the time, reminding her of what her weakness was, reminding her where it came from, and what she gave up with her own hands.

"I... forgot." Chiara lied, "But it's not a big deal, I just ignored it."

Snape looked at her, his fingers hanging on the other side of his body opened and closed unconsciously, as if holding a cold smooth pebble.

He doesn't need to take care of it.

Chiara's mood was inexplicably much better. She looked up at Snape's cold and emotionless face as always, and felt that although her anxiety had not been alleviated, the fire of courage used to suppress it had increased a lot. .

This is the meaning of her fighting to this day, and this is the meaning of her life.

Severus Snape, a flame burning quietly in the dark.The flame doesn't know how warm it is, it just burns stubbornly, quietly offering its heat to the surroundings with the goal of burning it out.No one saw his light, everyone just felt the warmth in the cold winter, and then gathered their coats and continued to walk forward.

Chiara is a moth living and dying in a snowstorm.The meaning of her life is to throw herself into the fire as a fuel for burning, even if it can only prolong the light of the flame for a moment, that is the value of her life.

The moth left the Potions classroom in a fluttering manner, and she walked up from the cellar with fluttering feet, going against the flow of people going to have dinner to the Astronomy Tower, climbing up to look at the razed Quidditch pitch in the setting sun.

In the orange afterglow, a limping figure dragged a long shadow towards the final competition venue where the preliminary hedges had been erected.Chiara looked at him from a distance, the smile on her lips quickly disappeared.

Barty Crouch Jr. wants to go into the maze and do something.

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The author has something to say:

Snape, your good days are coming to an end, your good fortune is yet to come (some contradictory literature)