[HP] turns in your hand

Chiara stared at her homework, almost burning a hole through the simple letter "D" at the top of the paper.

She took her paper and read it again from the beginning, from the structure of the article to the spelling of words to the use of punctuation marks, she tried her best to find out why Snape gave the assignment a "D".

The rest of the students couldn't wait to rush out of the classroom door. They were already hungry and waiting to go to the auditorium to have a big meal.Ciara's unsteady state attracted some people's attention. When Pansy passed by her, she stretched her head to look at the parchment in her hand. Suddenly, Ciara turned her wrist and moved the paper naturally. Folded: "What's wrong?"

"I still want to ask what's wrong with you." Pansy didn't see the content, and looked suspiciously at Chiara's face, "Aren't you hungry?"

"I have something to do," Chiara said quietly.

Soon, only Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom were left in the classroom, and of course, there was Chiara standing in the back row of the classroom.

"I need to remind you that a grade of D will never be able to enter my potion improvement class. Of course, you will definitely not be able to pass the OWLS exam with this grade." The corners of Snape's lips curled into a mocking arc, and he spoke condescendingly The Gryffindors said, "Of course I'd be happy to kick you out of my advanced class, which means I'll see less potion garbage next year. But out of my teacher's responsibility, it's necessary for me to give you some advice about your future." It is up to you to give a reminder...whether you listen to it or not, because some people may not be naturally suitable for potions."

Neville looked pale, while Harry glared at Snape not to be outdone.

"Okay, you can go now."

Neville stood up immediately, but the one who moved faster than him was another person striding towards the podium from the back row of the classroom.Chiara walked to the front of the podium as quickly as she was running to kill Barty Crouch Jr., and then looked up into Snape's eyes with a terribly serious expression.

"I want to waste some of your time, sir." Chiara said softly, "I re-read my thesis, except for a word that involves a dispute in usage in different regions - I made a note at the bottom , except for this one, no other serious problems were found."

Snape said one word slowly: "So?"

Ciara handed her thesis to Snape with both hands in an unusually polite manner: "So I would like you to tell me so that I can use it as a reference for my future studies... Is there anything I can improve on this thesis?" place? After all, I have never gotten it before, never got... this kind of score."

Let's put it this way, if the homework can be checked for plagiarism, Gore and Crabbe's plagiarism rate can be 80%, because they were copying her paper the night before the homework was due-but the two A pig's score is A (pass).

Snape slowly reached out, picked up the parchment lightly between two fingers, and pulled out her paper.His eyes were still fixed on Chiara, and the corners of his lips curved in a strange way, half a smile that wasn't a smile.

"What are you two still doing here?" He suddenly raised his eyes and glanced behind Ziara, "Could you also want to ask me why I got a D in my thesis?"

Neville fled towards the door like a rabbit who heard the sound of a gun. Harry, carrying his schoolbag, turned his head curiously and dawdled until Snape slightly moved his lips as if to give Gryffindor a buckle. After the breakup, he reluctantly closed the door of the Potions classroom.

Now it's just the two of them.

"I've heard something lately." Snape slowly pressed Chiara's papers onto the podium, "everyone is saying that Chiara Low seems to like Umbridge very much and obeys her." , greeted with a smiling face... Today I testified with my own eyes that the rumors are indeed true."

Ciara also imitated Snape's tone and asked, "So?"

Snape crossed his fingers and looked deeply: "So, does your new 'plan' have anything to do with her?"

Chiara lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze. "I don't understand what you're saying."

"You don't have to play dumb in front of me, because I'm not old enough to forget what you did at the end of last term." Snape cut her back, "Are you plotting against Umbridge? of what?"

"It's obvious, isn't it?" said Chiara lightly. "It's like the rumors you've heard that as long as I have a good relationship with Professor Umbridge, I can get privileges at Hogwarts. , I can become her closest and most trusted student, and then—”

Snape interrupted coldly: "And then what? What are you going to do with her trust and privilege?"

Ciara smiled silently to the floor: "Of course it is to satisfy my vanity and self-esteem, and to step on the heads of other students and give orders. Becoming a superior person, gaining status and dignity, this is not just for everyone Want all of them?"

"Lie," Snape said immediately.

Chiara put her hands behind her back, her eyes flickered: "Isn't that what everyone said?" Poor Chiara finally couldn't help but want to climb high. Her grades are so good, and she keeps lending her homework to others I copied it to gain fame, but in the end I didn't even become a prefect...'"

"In that case, why not take Umbridge's shortcut?"

Snape stared at Chiara, grasping the loopholes in her words as accurately as a poisonous snake: "If, as you said, what you want is status and privilege...then you should hate me."

"After all, I, the dean, didn't choose you as a prefect, didn't I?"

"Then why do you speak well of me, the villain who stands in the way of your dignified position, to Umbridge?"

Chiara finally raised her head, she looked at Snape squarely, and said with a slight emphasis: "I never hated you."

"I know." Snape said calmly, "So your reason just now is not valid at all, you have another purpose."

You know, you know... you know what?

There was a spark in Chiara's eyes: "This matter has nothing to do with you, and it will not do you any harm, sir, why do you have to get to the bottom of it?"

Snape pressed her paper with one hand and did not move at all: "You have a criminal record, I'm afraid that what happened in the maze that day will happen again."

Ciara gritted her teeth and asked, "Are you afraid that I will kill Umbridge?"

Snape said coldly, "I'm afraid you're going to die again."

There was an eerie silence.

After a long, long time, Chiara recovered her voice, and answered with difficulty: "...what do you worry about, people are going to die, and my life has nothing to do with you."

"Everyone is mortal, and my life has nothing to do with you." Snape replied with the same words.

Chiara took a deep breath and said in a perfunctory tone that both could hear, "Yes, it's none of my business. Can I go now, sir?"

"Don't you still have questions for me about grades?" Snape held up her paper.

Ziara looked at the glaring letter "D" on the top of the parchment, and the muscles on her face twitched slightly: "...I won't ask, sir."

"But I can still answer you."

Snape drew his wand and tapped lightly on the letter "D".The flat "D" at one end suddenly looked like a balloon that was blown up by someone. It bulged half way up "Bo" and inflated into a perfect "O".

"I made a mistake." He said leisurely.

Chiara's masseter muscle bulged, and she knew almost immediately that she had been slapped by Snape today.And she completely lost her previous calm judgment, just jumped into Snape's trap, and allowed him to affect her emotions and say things she shouldn't have said.

...but what could she do, he was Snape.

"Thank you for correcting me." Chiara said stiffly, reaching out to take back the paper, "I'm going to lunch, goodbye."

But she didn't yank the parchment out of Snape's hand.Snape exerted a bit of strength. He pinched the other end of the parchment, showing no sign of letting go.

"I asked you a question last time, and you never answered me."

"Which was the last time? I don't remember any questions I couldn't answer." Chiara pretended to be stupid without giving in.

Snape didn't mind repeating: "I ask why you killed Barty Crouch Jr."

"Because he deserves to die, this reason should be enough." Chiara said coldly, "And you also know that I am mentally ill and a lunatic. A lunatic doesn't need any reason to kill someone."

But Snape still didn't let go, he looked down at Chiara, and said slowly, "One last question."

Zia twitched the corner of her mouth, revealing an expression that could almost be regarded as a wry smile: "...if I can answer."

This question is very simple, just two words.

"Why me?" Snape asked.

Whyme?

But Chiara understood immediately.And he also knew that she would understand.

"It can only be you."

Chiara's answer was also simple.She twitched the parchment in Snape's hand again, and this time she twitched without much effort, taking her paper into her hands with ease.

She looked up, looking into Snape's eyes.The man's eyes were deep, bottomless, like an abyss with no way out.But Chiara can always read his emotions from the abyss, his sullenness, his irritability, his curiosity, his pride, his warning...

She once wondered whether there would be another world after death.If the boundless darkness of that world was like Snape's eyes, then she was willing to wander in the abyss forever and sleep with the darkness.

"Goodbye, Professor Snape." Chiara said softly.

And, thank you.

Of course she also read something from his eyes just now. Although she couldn't interpret that emotion accurately, at least Chiara knew that the meaning would never be disgust.

He really doesn't hate her, he even cares about her life.

he……

He actually cared about her.

Every step that Chiara took towards the door of the Potions classroom was like climbing the stairs to heaven. If she was told that she would die when she twisted the doorknob, then Ziara would open the door and walk into the lava hell without hesitation. .

Snape watched as Chiara walked straight away from his side, his hands on the podium tightened into fists slightly, and pressed against the wooden platform.

Sure enough, the reason he least wanted to see surfaced.

If Chiara really wanted to be Umbridge's lackey for the sake of getting ahead, for the sake of dignity, for that ridiculous power, just like he did when he was young, Snape would feel at ease.Because of this, it can be said that despicable human feelings and selfish desires can precisely fix a person as a human being, rather than an empty-hearted humanoid ghost who can cut a deep knife on his wrist without hesitation.

But Chiara did it for him. Even if she denied everything and evaded perfunctory, he still knew that every smile she showed Umbridge against her will, every sarcasm she heard when passing by other students, for him.

She is not a despicable person who pursues status and power, nor does she give up her backbone and be servile in order to get ahead as rumored.Chiara Lowe paid her tears, her blood, and now her honor and her dignity.She enshrined it all on the altar, and then offered the god the hottest and most precious thing she could have.

Ziara stepped onto the altar of offering, and she held up her hands, expecting the god to accept her sacrifice.

Severus Snape, the fake god, withdrew his hand, not daring to touch the sacrifice offered by the pious disciple.

What she gave was love.

He is not a god, and he cannot give an equivalent response at all.He can only spread out his dirty, dark wings, and try his best to pull her back from the bottomless abyss, back to the world where she may not be happy, but still has infinite possibilities.

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The author has something to say:

The two finally had some substantive communication, although they were still talking to themselves, full of self-understanding

Xiao Qi: After he knew I was mentally ill, he didn't dislike me!Sure enough, I read the person correctly, he is an angel!He is God!I'm worth dying for him!

Snape: Although I still don't know why she likes me so much, but she has done this for me, if I don't give her a hand, I would be too inhuman...

【New Year's Strange Theater】

Snape: I met someone who gave me a hard time

Xiao Qi: Yes

Snape: That man is actually a good man

Snape: But she deliberately did misunderstood things in order to protect another person

Snape: did a lot of dirty work

Snape: Still deliberately staying in another faction, influencing the thoughts and decisions of the leader of that faction

Snape: Even if she is misunderstood by everyone, her reputation will be ruined, and she will be considered a villain.

Snape: Only I know that she is not a mean person in the eyes of others, but I can't tell others

Xiao Qi: Right!It's hard, isn't it!

Xiao Qi: You finally understand how I felt when I was watching the finale of the first to seventh series of HP!Snape is too miserable!Grass!

Snape:?

Snape: I'm fucking talking about you.

This is also a kind of mutual understanding (put your hands together)

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