[HP] turns in your hand

"Chiara, the special investigation team has operations tonight."

Chiara raised her head from the table, closed the pen cap, and asked in a low voice, "What action, patrol?"

Standing in front of her desk, Draco looked quite smug with the shiny "Special Investigations" badge and the Slytherin Prefect pinned to his chest.

"Of course," he said. "We must catch Potter and his secret society. This is Professor Umbridge's most important task recently. Have you forgotten?"

Chiara raised her eyebrows and echoed, "Of course I haven't forgotten, and I really want to solve this mess as soon as possible. This way, I can review and prepare for the OWLS exam with peace of mind starting tomorrow."

"You haven't participated in a few patrols before, so you didn't delay your review at all." Draco walked to her side, stretched out his fingers without any social boundaries, and flipped through the textbooks and homework that Chiara had piled up in front of him, " Every time I see you, I'm studying... Is this going to get all O's in the OWLS exam, breaking the school history record?"

Qiara quietly covered the open textbook of the credit she was writing in front of her: "The school history records are not so easy to break. I know my ability well, but the more O's, the better."

Draco shrugged his shoulders: "I really don't know what you want to do with so many Os, even if you want to be the Minister of Magic, you don't need so many Os."

Chiara followed his example and shrugged her shoulders.

Hmm, maybe getting all O's will qualify you to become the Dark Lord?

Draco was not interested in staying in the library for long, and he turned around and left as soon as the notice arrived.Chiara cleared the table, and after making sure no one was watching, she pulled the letter from under her textbook and stuffed it into her bag along with the other books and homework.

Let's learn here for the time being today.

Chiara swung her small satchel to her shoulders, and as she walked out from the library, she suddenly felt that her current routine seemed to be on par with her senior year in senior high school.

The fifth grade course schedule is almost full for the whole day, and there is no time for class and no room for slack. If it is not used for review and homework, the learning progress will soon be dropped.Chiara's life is precisely divided into small pieces by herself, and every minute of the day has something to do, and not even a second is wasted.

But this time, Zia didn't feel the pain of such an airtight schedule anymore.

She learned it voluntarily!

No one forced her, no one gave her expectations, no one told her "Only by getting good grades in the exam will you be the pride of Slytherin, and you will be able to find a good job in the future to make a living" - even if someone Having told her, now Chiara would just smirk perfunctorily and pretend she didn't hear anything.

It's funny, Chiara walked briskly, and she walked towards the Slytherin common room, thinking about something she never figured out in her previous life: instead, without any motivation to learn, she found that The joy of learning itself.

It is only when no one tells you where to go that you discover where you really want to go.

She stepped on the stairs that turned and moved to another corridor, held on to the handrail without fear and continued to walk down, and when she reached the penultimate step, the stairs just joined the corridor perfectly.Chiara kept walking, she let go, squatted slightly, and then jumped up.

She jumped down the steps like a real girl, and stepped firmly on the stone floor tiles of the cellar.

"Boom." Ziara dubbed herself softly, "Contestant Luo has completed the low-difficulty movements, ten points!"

No one noticed her childish and inappropriate little actions.Chiara raised her head calmly again, straightened her back, and continued walking forward with a secret little joy.

At this time, the last class in the afternoon was over, and the whole day's class was over. Hungry students squeezed out of the classroom in groups, aiming at the auditorium upstairs.Chiara ran against the crowd, and no one dared to push her. The students looked at the well-known "special investigation team" Senior Luo, and walked around her like a sea of ​​water.

Chiara continued to walk downstairs indifferently. She turned around the gradually deserted corridor and finally came to the door of the Potions classroom.

Snape, who was packing up the students' homework in front of the podium, felt something, looked up towards the door, and met Chiara's smiling eyes.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"I encountered a few problems during the review, I will stop by and ask you." Qiara said.

She made her way to the podium, reaching for her notebook with her hands in her satchel, without seeming to consider the possibility of Snape's refusal.Snape bundled up the homework collected for this class in his hand, swept it to the edge of the podium, and waited for Chiara to come to him.

Just like a pair of normal, ordinary teachers and students.

Chiara found a few questions she had recorded, and then she took her notebook and spread it out in front of Snape.

"Professor." She called him, not by name, but chose this title that she was very familiar with in her previous life, an exclusive title, "I checked the OWLS Defense Against the Dark Arts test questions for the past ten years—"

Snape: "Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Chiara turned her head to look at him, and it was only natural for her eyes to meet: "Yes, you must be able to answer it, right?"

Indeed, she couldn't ask Umbridge at the moment, maybe that pink frog didn't have as much knowledge as she did.Snape quickly figured out why Chiara had come to him, and swallowed his usual sarcasm with difficulty.

"Ask." He said blankly.

Chiara has indeed read all the OWLS test papers of each subject over the years. For her, as long as she has memorized the content of the syllabus and is familiar with the common test questions in the past years, it is not a big problem to pass the written test.Back then, she was the best among thousands of horses and horses in the exam-oriented education, and she might have more experience than some professors in how to deal with the written exam.

The problem is on the practical exam.

"It is said that some defensive spells and cracking spells will be tested in the practical exams over the years." Ziara clicked on the spells she highlighted with different colored pens in the notebook, "Those relatively basic defensive spells, such as 'armor protection "Of course I know how to protect everything, but I took the test in 1987 to crack the curse. This is the one that asked the examinee to open a cursed small box..."

Snape understood what Chiara meant, he thought for a while, and then told Chiara: "It is true that you need to break the curse to open the box safely. But this kind of curse in the examination room is not too vicious, At least it certainly won't reach the level of black magic. So some more common despells can get rid of the effects on the box, such as..."

He picked up a bottle of homework left by students from the previous class on the table. The small glass bottle contained a potion whose color was hard to tell whether it was more like gutter oil or something weird. Curse she doesn't want to touch too much.Snape drew his wand, tapped a little on the cork of the vial, chanted with a slight movement of his lips, and handed the treated potion bottle to Chiara.

"Try it," he said.

Chiara glanced up at Snape quickly, then she took the vial from him and observed the changes in the vial against the dim light in the potions classroom.

Snape opened and closed his fingers as he withdrew his hand, and quickly put his hand behind his back.

Just now Chiara's fingertips scratched his palm.

Chiara didn't notice Snape's secretive movements. She lowered her head and concentrated on thinking about how to break the spell to open the cork, and she muttered silently.Snape looked at her from the side, and under the dim light, a layer of fine fluff was reflected on the edge of Chiara's cheeks, just like every 16-year-old girl, calm as a tame bunny.

Her hair was a little longer, he realized, and whether it was on purpose or simply forgotten, Chiara didn't seem to have had a haircut in a year.A lock of slightly longer black hair swung from Chiara's forehead to in front of her, hanging in the air, fluttering and swaying as if there was nothing there.

Snape stared at the lock of hair, and behind it was the quiet, peaceful face of Chiara's downcast eyes.

"...This should be enough." After trying it, Chiara shook the bottle, pinched the cork with two fingers and tried to pull it out, "I hope you don't touch the potion inside... oh, it worked .”

She looked up, her golden eyes smiling into Snape's dark ones.He looked away like lightning, and couldn't think of what to say at the first moment.

"Professor." Chiara didn't realize what was wrong, "Is there something wrong with my operation just now?"

He didn't pay attention at all.

"Try again," was all Snape could say.

He made another sealed glass bottle for Chiara, so Chiara bowed her head aggressively and went to wrestle with the new cork again.

One of Chiara's great strengths is that once she wants to do something, she will devote herself wholeheartedly and do her best.No matter how much she hated studying in her previous life, she would try her best to learn, and she was still learning when she learned about depression.If she decides to kill Voldemort in this life, then she will overcome no matter how many difficulties and obstacles she encounters, and she will have to go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire, dragons, pools and tigers' dens—not to mention that she did face a dragon.

Her eyes, the eyes that immediately popped up in Snape's mind whenever he thought of the name "Chiara", always had a focused gleam.

From the first time she met her in the orphanage, Chiara had always looked at him with those focused eyes.Even when he killed Barty Crouch Jr. and was dying, Chiara looked at him with nothing else in his eyes.

Therefore, when such focused eyes are entangled with anxiety, self-loathing and nightmares from the past, it is so obvious and easy to be noticed by him.

Now, these eyes see her future path.She could go on the path she chose, and she didn't have to keep her eyes on him as if she was grasping for a life-saving straw.

So, what does Chiara see of him now?

And why is she...

"opened!"

Chiara pulled out the cork with a "boom", and brought the small glass bottle to him with a smile on her face: "Can I pass the exam by breaking the spell like this?"

Snape looked away, took the glass bottle, and put it directly back on the podium.

"Do you have any other questions?" he asked flatly.

Ciara picked up the notebook and flipped through the pages: "Yes, I still have something about potions—"

She pointed her finger on the question, looked up at him, and the reflections of two small men were condensed in her pupils.

One of the strengths of Chiara Lowe is that she takes everything seriously.

He is very serious in his studies, he is very serious in acting, and he is also very serious in planning and committing crimes.

He is also very serious when he loves him.

And this is the most serious thing she has ever done.

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The author has something to say:

Teacher Si, is it because she was serious when she looked at you that you can't forget it?

You should know what it looks like to love someone's eyes, after all, you have looked in the mirror

Xiao Qi, Voldemort is about to die with a hundred thousand words, and I have no self-consciousness about falling in love, but I asked a question that almost made Mr. Si's brain break.

Teacher Si: Can you blame me!You look at her, come to me and ask questions, ask endless questions!

BGM: "Love Song 1990", Luo Dayou.The love that happened in 1996 is of course Love Song 1990!