[HP] turns in your hand

Chiara had never seen so few people in a potions classroom.Obviously, the students of the 1991 class did not perform exceptionally well in the OWLS exam, and there were only a handful of students who got an O - Hermione was the only one in Gryffindor.

Harry and Ron hadn't gotten an O either, and presumably they were dying to never see Snape's face again for the next two years for a valid reason.

"Hi, Chiara." Hermione also breathed a sigh of relief after seeing her, and sat down next to her very consciously, "I can't believe it, you gave up the advanced class of arithmetic and divination? Professor Victor is not in the classroom I was shocked when I saw you."

Chiara nodded calmly: "Well, I think I have learned enough in the class of arithmetic and divination, so I submitted an application for audit to Professor Trelawney."

Hermione's expression seemed to be seeing a Moon Crazy Beast who started to speak human words.

"Trelawney? Divination class?" She had to lower her voice deliberately to suppress her shock, "But, you know, that's... fortune-telling!"

"Yes, fortune-telling is also very interesting. Since people can only live once, there is nothing wrong with trying new things." Chiara smiled at her, "I actually liked Tarot quite a while ago. Card."

Hermione wanted to say something more, but another Ravenclaw boy took the other empty seat next to Chiara and interrupted her lecture by saying hello.

"Hi, Chiara Lowe." He nodded immediately to Hermione, "Hello, Hermione."

Ziara glanced back at him and saw that it was Anthony Goldstein, the Ravenclaw prefect.They hadn't spoken much before, but Chiara knew he was part of that Dumbledore's army that Harry had organized.

"Hello." Chiara responded lightly.

"We probably didn't get to know each other well before, but I know you." Anthony seemed not satisfied with just saying hello, "My name is Anthony Goldstein, and we used to take arithmetic divination together. In the fourth grade We both handed in a paper on the Book of Changes, and after that..."

Chiara has a little impression of this incident, but only a little bit, because the fourth grade was the period when she was most anxious, and she didn't pay attention to anything other than the task.But Chiara didn't want to disappoint others, so she pretended to be slightly stunned, and replied with a smile: "Ah, I remember. Hello, Anthony, are you still doing arithmetic and divination?"

"Yes, but I didn't see you in class today." He found a topic exactly like Hermione's, "Why don't you go to arithmetic and divination?"

Hermione's expression became a little subtle behind Chiara, and Chiara also faintly felt that something was wrong.However, this kind of strangeness did not rise to the level of being offended, so she replied as before: "Because I think I have learned enough in arithmetic and divination. I applied for the audit qualification of divination class this year. Give it a try."

Anthony Goldstein looked like he was relieved, and then he smiled brightly: "Great, I mean, I actually took the advanced class of Divination. If you have any questions—"

"Mr. Goldstein, I don't think my Potions class is the place to wag your head and tail like a male peacock."

Chiara's expression changed instantly, she leaned her head, and saw Snape with a gloomy face behind Anthony, who suddenly turned pale.

"Good afternoon, Master Snape—"

"Ravenclaw deducted [-] points for talking loudly in class without reason." Snape said coldly, "If this happens again next time, then I will ask you out of this classroom."

Ziara keenly felt that Snape was in a bad mood now.She didn't know why, but she immediately shrunk her neck and decided not to make things worse.

Anthony Goldstein was as silent as a battered eggplant.

The students in this classroom at the moment are all the top-notch students in potions, and they can be regarded as the more obedient group, and Snape didn't bother to talk too much nonsense.His dark eyes swept the room emotionlessly, and then, like any potions class before, he flicked his wand, showing on the blackboard the process of making the class's potions.

"Living Hell Potion, page ten of Advanced Potion Making." He said simply, "Before get out of class is over, let's get started."

Chiara was the first to go to the cabinet where the medicinal materials were placed, and the other students behind her were still reading books or the blackboard, but she had previewed the textbooks in advance at noon today, and knew which materials she should take.

She silently recited the names of the ingredients, picked up valerian root, sleepy beans, and...

"The blood of the newt is in that locker in the corner," Snape said.

Chiara almost lost her grip, she glanced back quickly, and Snape walked away behind her as quietly as a large bat, as if the person who had just spoken was not himself at all.

"Too tight," Hermione muttered as she turned the pages of the book.

Sure enough, Chiara found the blood of the star anise salamander in the corner storage cabinet.Holding the rest of the materials in one hand, she took out the glass bottle containing viscous blood out of the cabinet with some difficulty. From the corner of her eye, she saw a lot of dark and old weighing balances crowded close together at the lowest end of the cabinet, and A few old textbooks.

She pretended that she still wanted to check how much aniseed salamander blood was left in the cabinet, and bent down to take another look into the cabinet carefully.

"Chiara, can you get me a vial of star salamander blood?" Anthony Goldstein asked behind her.

"No problem." Chiara handed him the bottle in her hand directly.

Anthony turned his head back beamingly (Snape had already begun to think about what crimes he would use to give him some serious points), and Ciara took this opportunity to "accidentally" reach out and "accidentally" put a few An old textbook came out.

There are several copies of Advanced Potion Making.

After confirming her inference, Ciara turned around without any hesitation, and returned to her crucible without delay.

The potions on "Advanced Potion Making" are significantly different from the potions they made before. More materials need to be added, and the operation is more cumbersome and delicate.No matter what kind of extra thoughts Anthony Goldstein had in sitting next to Chiara before, now he can only concentrate on the potion in hand.

And Snape had been silently patrolling behind the students, and every time his black robe cast a black shadow over a certain student, it would cause that hapless guy to shudder for a while.

Chiara was no potions genius.In fact, she never felt that she had what could be called a "talent" in any subject.It's just that she has mastered "diligence", "self-discipline" and "correct learning methods" that are rarely possessed by her peers, which are enough to make her stand out among teenage children.Even so, Chiara also felt a little strenuous as the difficulty of making it increased. After 10 minutes, her cooking progress was significantly behind Hermione's.

Snape dragged his long black robe, stood behind Chiara and looked down at her "tuck-tuck-tuck" quickly cutting the valerian root.She added the freshly cut valerian to the crucible several times, then put the sleepy beans into the balance and weighed them. After weighing the required weight, she moved the sleepy beans to the cutting board, holding a small silver knife in her right hand, ready to start Slice it to get the juice.

Suddenly, Zia couldn't move.

As if she had been petrified, she stared down at the shriveled sleepy beans on the cutting board, without moving for a long time.Snape didn't make a sound either, he just quietly stared at the small part of the back of her fair neck that was revealed when she lowered her head, waiting for her next move.

Chiara held the knife hesitantly, pressed the blade on Sleepy Bean and tentatively cut downwards.

She didn't move.

"This thing is very difficult to cut." Hermione reminded softly next to her, who was also sweating profusely, pressing her whole body weight on Sleepy Bean, "and it's - too small -!"

Crack, Anthony Goldstein next to him was chopping Sleepy Beans and sending beans flying into the aisle.Snape looked at him coldly, and Anthony immediately left his seat with a pale face to pick up the beans.

After the first tentative attempt, Chiara stopped thinking about cutting, because she remembered the plot in the book she once flipped through.

[Squeeze with the side of a silver knife, it is easier to get juice than slice. 】

As Snape watched, she squeezed the Sleepy Bean gently with the side of her knife, and the juice oozed out with incredible speed, as if she was squeezing not a shriveled bean but a grape.

"How did you come up with that?" Anthony asked her in a low voice, "Obviously no matter how I—"

Ziara poured the sleepy bean juice into the cauldron, and before she could answer, Snape answered for her.

"Because Miss Lowe is good at thinking with her brain, not like some idiots who don't use their minds in my class at all." He said this with a cold voice, "Ravenclaw deducts ten points, and no whispers are allowed."

Ciara also didn't understand why Snape just got into a fight with Anthony Goldstein today. After Snape walked away to check the cauldron of other students, she whispered to Anthony: "Professor Snape may Bad mood."

"He doesn't have a good day," said Anthony sadly.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Ziara barely made a potion similar to Hermione's.A little ashamed, she put her sample in a glass bottle and handed it to the podium, and then waited for Snape's mark.

"Excellent, not bad." Snape scratched the parchment, and Ciara suspected that he didn't look carefully at what he made, "You can stay after class, there are still some things to do about your audit application solve."

The next one to hand in the samples was the somewhat wilted Anthony Goldstein, whom Snape mercilessly failed.

After packing her schoolbag, Chiara obediently stood by the podium and waited for the other students to leave until there were only the two of them left in the Potions classroom—Anthony Goldstein was still a little reluctant before going out, but Snape looked up and swept him At one glance, he immediately fled as if he had seen a ghost.

Soon there were only the two of them left in the Potions classroom.

"I asked Professor Trelawney, and she said that no student had applied to sit in on her divination class before, but she thought she could make an exception for you to join her advanced class." Snape gave a sheet signed by Trelawney Handed the note to Chiara, "Here is the list of textbooks to be used this semester, and she asked me to pass it to you."

Ciara took the note, and after a hasty glance, she stuffed it into her schoolbag: "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you..."

"You're interested in divination?" Snape asked.

"Yeah, I want to try to learn some courses that need...inspiration." Zia stretched out her hand and grasped the air vaguely, as if grasping the illusory future, "I used to rely entirely on My own reason and logic, this time I want to try to learn what it is like to rely on intuition and sensibility to learn a course."

Snape declined to comment.

Ciara smiled a little embarrassedly: "And I think divination is an essential skill for a witch. When I was not a witch before, I mean, when I was... The witches in movies and stories all wear pointed hats like Professor McGonagall, ride brooms, wear a night light, raise a black cat, and mysteriously use crystal balls for divination..."

She moved her hands as if holding a crystal ball, and looked through the empty crystal ball at the man opposite her who had been listening quietly.

But there was another reason she didn't say.

Chiara wants to go to Professor Trelawney for free love divination.

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The author has something to say:

Professor Trelawney is a certified fairy, very clever...

The unlucky rival in love appears!

Anthony: If I know you two like each other, why should I get involved? ()

BGM: SunshineInTheRain, is the melody familiar?

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Push Xiaoqi's pre-acquisition after the end of the file, the protagonist is Gryffindor's straight ball dog Gou sister

"[HP] Can the magic puppy wag its tail"

[If I had a puppy's tail, I would definitely be unable to hold back my joy when I saw you, and my tail would wag desperately.I think it's a good thing I'm not a puppy. --"Second speed of five centimeters"】

My name is Evelyn Crouch and I have a secret.

After crossing, I grew a big tail.

In my previous life, I was an autistic cat-type nerd girl, gloomy and vengeful, I never took action when the road was wrong, and I ran away to save myself

I thought that I would definitely enter Slytherin like this, but after crossing, I was actually sorted into Gryffindor, which is known for its courage, and I also had a big fluffy tail, flapping and shaking desperately

I carefully used the invisibility spell to hide the secret of my tail. Even if I was not caught by them when I was fighting with James Potter and others, I successfully picked four of them and beat them all to the ground when the tail exploded!

As a result, in the Potions class one day, that Severus Snape who always had no one to play with him said to me with a blank face:

"Your tail always flicks to me, can you stop wagging it?"

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Snape: So, you're a dog?

Evelyn: Impossible!This is the cat's tail!

Snape: Cats don't have such fluffy or thick tails.

Evelyn: Ragdolls and Siberian forest cats have such fluffy tails!

Snape: Oh?Does the cat also wag its tail desperately when it sees people?

Evelyn: I've only shaken at you!

【Eating Instructions】

1. No.1 said, self-healing dog blood cookie article, the heroine is a pure-blooded rich girl Xiao Jiaojiao, an idealistic enfp hero Gougou

2. In the original book, neither black lion nor black snake

3.CP: Severus Snape who was rubbed against his trouser legs by a dog