[HP] turns in your hand

Chiara spent two months without food.

After getting the textbook from the Half-Blood Prince, she discovered for the first time that studying is such a wonderful thing.She wished she could have 48 hours a day, 24 hours a day to study and attend classes at Hogwarts normally, and spend the rest of the time studying the textbooks of the Half-Blood Prince, and practicing every inspiration she wrote down in the corners of the book one by one. come out.

Her disorientation is reflected in real life, that is, she is more withdrawn and isolated.Every time the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Chiara was the first to pack her schoolbag and run away.Several times Harry and the others tried to talk to Chiara after Defense Against the Dark Arts get out of class, but she ran away like a rabbit.

It was not easy for Hermione to catch her once. Regarding her recent abnormalities, Chiara's answer was:

"I'm teaching myself Potions."

Hermione:?

This is indeed true, Chiara set up a small cauldron in the dormitory - the other two roommates didn't have any objections, because the beauty potions she made every time she practiced were distributed to them.She raced against time to cook the potion with all the time available, and was deeply, deeply impressed by the notes in the textbook.

On the first snow day, Pansy was taken aback when she returned to the dormitory.

Chiara was kneeling on the floor, a pot of golden and joyfully dancing liquid was boiling in the cauldron in front of her, and beautiful light spots reflected the entire dormitory.Pleasant just smelling it, Pansy took a deep breath and couldn't help but laugh too.

But she couldn't help shivering after seeing Ziara's appearance.

The expression on Chiara's face is very distorted now. It seems that she has also been affected by the euphoria.But holding the dilapidated textbook that has been with her for several months, she arched her back and curled up as if she was about to cry.

"Chiara?" Pansy called her cautiously, then pinched his nose. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I'm fine." She looked up and looked like she was smiling, "It's just that I happened to smell the euphoria when I was sad."

Pansy now knew what Chiara was cooking.She looked at the pot of potion that melted sunlight into a liquid in amazement: "This is difficult! I heard Draco say that this thing can only be learned in seventh grade."

"Yes, it's difficult." The expression on Chiara's face was more like crying with a smile, "It's just that I was lucky enough to get a note from a genius."

Pansy asked, "The notes in that textbook you've been looking at lately?"

Chiara nodded.

Pansy was even more puzzled: "It's a good thing to successfully brew the potion, so why are you sad?"

Because she fell in love with the author of this notebook, and the more she realized what a brilliant person he was, the more painful she felt that she was destined not to have him.

Since she would eventually return to the darkness, why did she have to see the sun again?

Chiara took a deep breath. She put the euphoria potion into the glass bottles prepared in advance, and then took out one of them and handed it to Pan Xi: "Here."

Pansy took it reflexively. She looked at the golden bottle of potion in her hand, and after hesitating for a moment, she persuaded her in a low voice, "Do you want to drink some yourself first? I think you need this more than I do now."

euphoria?

Ziara wanted to refuse subconsciously, after all, she was used to being depressed.

"Ah, one more thing." Pansy remembered, "I met Anthony Goldstein of Ravenclaw on the way back, and he said that he waited at the door of the cellar all day today, but he didn't wait for you come out."

Chiara frowned slightly: "What is he waiting for me?"

"He said he wanted to say something to your face." Pansy shrugged. "Maybe he's still waiting now? I don't know. Do you want to go and see?"

Ziara waved her wand and packed away the utensils and materials used to make the potion. She hesitated for a second or two when putting away the finished euphoria potion.

How about a sip?

It's not poison after all.

Chiara picked up a bottle of euphoria, and she told Pansy cautiously before drinking it: "If anything happens to me in a while, you will immediately notify Professor Snape."

Pansy nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, okay."

Chiara frowned, staring at the sweet-smelling golden liquid in the bottle, and took a deep breath.

"Then I'll drink it."

Then she raised her head and drank the joy potion in one gulp.

……

"How is it?" Pansy asked expectantly.

Chiara put down the empty bottle slowly, she felt it, and commented: "The taste is not bad."

Pansy rested her chin with one hand: "Is there anything uncomfortable about your body?"

"No," Chiara said. "I feel fine."

She stood where she was, closing her eyes.

"I feel..." she said, "as if..."

She opened her eyes, her tone full of doubts: "I seem to be very happy?"

"Isn't this normal?" Pan Xi asked blankly, "Should you be happy after drinking the euphoria?"

"Is it because of the euphoria?" Chiara muttered, "It's good, after all, it's too scary to be happy for no reason, like a manic symptom."

She was a little restless, because this feeling was too strange now.It seems that the whole world has suddenly become very beautiful and lovely, and the perennially gloomy Slytherin dormitory is now as warm as Mickey Mouse Wonderful House.

Chiara scanned the entire dormitory with quite novel eyes, she felt like she was crazy, because just because of the thought of "I am in Slytherin's own dormitory", a feeling of extreme happiness and joy instantly flooded my mind.

Then she looked at Pansy.

"Pansy!" she exclaimed in surprise.

Pansy trembled when she shouted, "What's wrong?"

"You're Pansy!" Chiara smiled slowly, "You're that Pansy Parkinson!"

Pansy was so scared that he sat down on the bed: "Do you need me to call Professor Snape? Did you drink the wrong medicine and lose your memory?"

"I don't have amnesia, I just... I just suddenly discovered that I was in Hogwarts, and I actually met you!" Chiara cupped her face with her hands, she took a small breath, and was shocked by her discovery , "I'm Chiara Lowe, I'm alive, and I'm a witch!"

Pansy stood up again, and moved towards the door of the dormitory step by step: "I'd better inform Professor Snape..."

Chiara didn't stop her, she was busy observing herself in the mirror.

She was pretty sure that there was nothing wrong with her intelligence or her memory.It's just that the euphoria seemed to light up something she had been missing for a long time, a function she had lost in her previous life: to feel joy from the most common things around her.

She used to be the one who could smile just by looking at the flowers on the roadside, because of a delicious dessert, because of a good-looking book, because of a new friend who got along well...

Happiness was something readily available to Chiara in the past, but she slowly became numb later on, seeing flowers were just flowers, eating cakes just to satisfy her hunger, and the feeling of ecstasy never visited her again She couldn't even remember the last time she laughed.

Now she has come to Hogwarts, where she once dreamed of, becoming a witch, making friends with the famous Harry Potter, living and studying in the magical world...

Why can't this kind of life, which many people can't ask for, make her happy?

Chiara looked dreamily at the girl in the mirror, and the girl with black hair and golden pupils was also smiling at her.

"I'm Chiara Lowe, and I'm a witch," she murmured. "I have a wand, redwood, and I know a lot, a lot of magic."

She walked out of the dormitory as if sleepwalking, looking around strangely like a freshman, and came to the Slytherin common room.

There is a fire in the large room mainly decorated in silver and green, and the entire wall of the common room is made of glass, so you can clearly see the scene in the black lake outside.Chiara stood at the door of the common room, staring straight at the fish for a moment, then shuffled out again, saying hello to everyone she could recognize.

"Good evening, Draco!"

"Chiara?" Draco, who had just returned to the common room, looked back at her inexplicably, "Why are you finally condescending to come out to take a look? Pansy said that you have been bored in the dormitory guarding the cauldron all day, Try hard to be a potions master—"

Chiara turned her head and looked Draco up and down carefully.Draco was terrified by her smiling eyes: "Are you angry?"

"No, I'm very happy now." Chiara said with a smile, "Oh yes, there's nothing wrong with me, I just drank a bottle of euphoria I made myself."

Draco:?

"Ah, okay, okay." He shrank his neck, "Then... are you going to work hard?"

Chiara staggered out of the Slytherin common room and into the corridors of Hogwarts Castle.She found that she didn't seem to have observed Hogwarts very well before.

What material are the walls here?What does it feel like to touch?What is the cellar lit by?Why do those candles on the walls never burn out?

She even wanted to go up and say hello when she saw the bloody Baron popping out of the wall.

"Chiara!"

Someone ahead was waving at her, and Chiara recognized it as Anthony Goldstein of Ravenclaw.

He was a rather interesting boy, with a pure thirst for knowledge that Ravenclaws shared - studying just because you wanted to, not to get good grades or a good job.In Potions class recently, every time after Chiara imitated the Half-Blood Prince's method and made some particularly delicate operations, he would look at him with a strange look mixed with envy and unwillingness.

"Hi, Anthony," Chiara responded with a smile, "Pansy said you were waiting for me?"

Anthony was taken aback by how bright Chiara's smile was.He was flattered and nodded continuously, and his tone was very cautious: "I didn't disturb you, did I? Parkinson said that you were busy cooking potions in the dormitory..."

"I'm done." Ziara said with a smile, "What can you do for me?"

Happiness is contagious.Anthony breathed a sigh of relief, and then he couldn't help laughing. He rubbed his nose with his fingers, and said nervously and shyly: "Tomorrow is the last Hogsmeade open house before the Christmas holiday. I heard the Weasley twins' joke shop is opening a new location in Hogsmeade. I mean, if, you're free tomorrow..."

Chiara's eyes lit up when she heard "Hogsmeade": "I haven't been to the Weasley joke shop yet, and I haven't tried the quick-acting skipping candy they sold everywhere last year."

"Ah, I tried vomit sugar once and it worked amazingly. I licked it and started throwing up." Anthony said with a grimace, "But they don't just have quick-acting skipping sugar in the store! I went to them this summer in Diagon Alley They also sell fireworks, portable swamps, fake wands, extendable ears, plush fluff and love potions—well, but I never bought a love potion!"

"Better not touch that thing." Chiara nodded approvingly. "I'd love to check out their shop if I have time. Tomorrow I just—"

She couldn't finish her sentence.

"Good evening, you two seem to have a good chat."

Anthony turned around like a ghost, and Chiara seemed to be electrified all over her body. The smile on her face at the moment was like a helium flash of the sun, stabbing the oncoming people for a second. Eye.

Snape had just been striding over from his office -- Pansy had knocked on the door five minutes ago with an ashen face, saying that Chiara had taken the wrong medicine and was now an idiot.

As soon as he arrived, he found that Chiara did not look normal, and from a distance he saw her talking to the lingering Anthony Goldstein of Ravenclaw with the pleasant smile that had only been shown to him. .

She looked genuinely happy, he had never seen Chiara so relaxed and happy while talking.Her eyes are shining, she can't help laughing when certain words are mentioned, her body shakes back and forth, and her feet even tiptoe because she can't wait.

"Professor Snape!"

Immediately after the man appeared, Chiara's eyeballs fell on him, and she couldn't look away.She called out his name in the happiest mood after drinking the euphoria tonight: "Good evening!"

"Really? I'm not well." He gritted his teeth and said darkly, "Miss Parkinson said that you drank the wrong potion and you are not in a normal state now. Let me check you up."

Chiara opened her eyes slightly in surprise: "I didn't drink the wrong medicine?"

Anthony was sandwiched between Snape and Chiara, he looked nervously at Snape, then at Chiara, and asked in a very low voice, "What's going on?"

"I don't think so." Snape narrowed his eyes, "Your excitement tonight has indeed exceeded the limit."

"That's because I drank—" Ciara explained with a smile.

Snape glanced at Anthony with a particularly cold look: "Emotion potion?"

Anthony: ...?

Uh?

The clever Ravenclaw understood the hint in Snape's words almost immediately, and he was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground: "No!!! Although we did talk about the love potion just now, I definitely didn't—"

"Oh? You also talked about the love potion?" Snape's eyes became more terrifying, "Are you discussing how to drink it for your classmates?"

"No, it has nothing to do with the Emotional Potion!" Seeing this, Ziara immediately explained before Anthony was stabbed to death with Snape's wand, "I'm drinking the Emotional Potion!"

Snape looked Suspiciously up and down Chiara, and then he grabbed her wrist involuntarily and dragged her to his office.

"I'll check to see if what you're drinking is a euphoria."

Chiara staggered and was dragged away. She was still in the mood to smile at Anthony when she passed by the terrified Anthony: "Tomorrow Hogsmeade—"

Anthony forced a forced smile in response: "...if you're free."

Snape strode towards his office, and Chiara, who was dragged by him, had to work very hard to increase the pace to keep up with him.The students who saw the two of them on the road all showed terrified expressions, and Chiara told herself rationally that maybe soon they would spread rumors that "Snape took Ziara to his office and prepared to peel her skin and throw it away." Cooked in the cauldron", but she still couldn't hold back the joy in her heart, and she was dragged by him through the corridor with a smile on her face, and then roughly flung into the office.

"boom"!

The door of the Potions Office was closed behind Ziara, and she was pushed into a familiar chair - where she had been interrogated by Snape bloodied one summer night two years ago.

"Do you remember your name?" Snape asked condescendingly.

"Chiara Lowe," she answered obediently.

"How old are you?"

"Physical age sixteen."

"Why didn't you know Pansy Parkinson just now?"

"I don't know her, I just—" Ciara sat up straight and explained, "I'm just happy to find out that I'm a classmate with her!"

Snape showed a suspicious look, he lowered his body, approached Chiara, carefully observed every change in her expression: "You have known her for six years, why are you suddenly happy because of this?"

"Because, because I drank the euphoria," said Chiara, "I made a pot of euphoria according to the notes in your textbook, and I drank a bottle. After I drank it, I found—"

She drew a circle in front of her with both hands, looked up at him, and said in disbelief: "The whole world has changed!"

Does the euphoria have this effect?

Did she really drink a euphoria?

Snape immediately turned to look for the antidote in his medicine cabinet, but Ciara couldn't stop the car, and kept talking behind him: "This potion is more effective than the antidepressants I used to take, Before I took the medicine, I just barely controlled myself from thinking about the bad, and calmed my emotions. But after drinking the euphoria, I seemed to be back to the state where I didn’t get sick—no, earlier than that, I was like Back to before the age of 18!"

Snape found a piece of bezoar, he weighed it, and felt that he couldn't directly stuff this kind of thing into Ziara's throat.

"I'm happy with everything I see now, I can't believe how much I've overlooked myself - look, my wand!"

Ciara raised her wand to Snape, pointing at it with bright eyes: "You took me to Ollivander's store to buy it, do you remember, when he gave it to me in the store? Measured my height and arm length, and I got it in about two or three tries! It really works!"

Snape glanced back at her, and then became more certain of his judgment: mental retardation.

"And my school robe. I wanted a robe like this before, but I didn't have it. I can only put the sheet on my body and imagine myself a wizard with chopsticks." Chiara held up her wand Draw a cross in the air, "As a result, I actually learned magic now, and I came to Hogwarts and met you..."

Snape lit the cauldron in his office, threw the bezoar and other antidote ingredients into it, and started cooking against the clock.

"Why didn't I always think of these things before?" She looked at the golden sparks spraying from the tip of her wand in a daze. I think, day after day, the depression and pain continue... Obviously the flowers are still beautiful, the sunset is always beautiful, and the cake is always delicious, but I can no longer feel it from these little things. happy."

Voldemort is dead, everyone is alive, she got a second life, and finally can live carefree in this fairy tale world——

What else is she not satisfied with?

Chiara raised her eyes, and she looked at Snape who was busy stirring the potion in the cauldron, her smile suddenly dimmed bit by bit.

An emotion strong enough to rival the euphoria began to tug at her heart in the other direction.

Snape, who had been paying attention to her movement all the time, looked at Chiara, and he saw her slowly recovering from the agitated state, and then showing that usual, slightly sad expression.

"What's wrong?" he asked, "The medicine is over?"

Ziara pursed her lips and whispered, "I don't know."

She still felt that she was very happy, very happy, but when she saw this person in front of her, this kind of happiness was followed by a throbbing pain in her heart.Chiara tried to make herself smile again, and she raised the corners of her lips, but her brows furrowed.

"Why do I still think about the things I haven't got when I'm happy?" Chiara asked, "Obviously as long as I'm satisfied with the status quo, I can be happy, why I still can't help but think about the things I'm destined not to get?" stuff, and then for the pain of not getting it?"

Snape turned off the fire, filled the potion from the cauldron into a glass bottle, and then drew out his wand to adjust the temperature of the antidote.

"Drink it." He stuffed the potion in front of Chiara, "Because people are like this, everyone has desires, everyone wants more, and no one can really be satisfied."

Chiara took the antidote, she didn't drink it, she just looked up at Snape with upturned face.

"Is there anything you want? Are you satisfied now?"

Snape looked down at her, into those clear golden eyes.

"Listen," he said, "Elimination Potion isn't for you. It's not for you to give yourself peace of mind like one of those idiots who drink Felicia for a month and then become megalomaniacs. Caught in a blissful bliss, feeling that everything is ready and blissful—people are never satisfied, and it is precisely because of this that people reach for apples on higher branches. If you want something, go for it, Slytherin You're not going to sit and wait for pie to fall from the sky."

Ciara gripped the antidote bottle tightly: "I see what you mean. But what I want is too hard to get, and I don't have enough of it—"

"Did you have the ability to one-on-one with Barty Crouch Jr. when you first entered school? How did you train yourself to dare to break into Gringotts alone? Since it's hard to get, then run over and grab it. Go grab it, grab what you want with the madness you used to have, instead of drinking a euphoria here and wondering if you're an insatiable idiot," said Snape coldly.

Ziara looked at him blankly.

Snape frowned slowly: "Don't you understand? The mental impairment caused by the potion has reached this point? I'll add some more—"

"You haven't answered my question yet," Chiara said. "Are you satisfied now? Is there anything you want?"

Snape stood there with his hands down, his black eyes fixed on her.

"No," he said, "but I'll get it."

Ziara laughed again—her potion hadn't worn off yet, and the Half-Blood Prince's modified euphoria was really, really strong.

"What do you want?" she asked enthusiastically, "Can you tell me? As long as you ask, I will definitely help you!"

Snape sighed deeply, deeply.He took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and poked his finger hard on Chiara's shoulder.

"I want you, now, immediately, immediately, drink the antidote for me!"

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The author has something to say:

Snape: Lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot is nothing more than that.

Xiao Qi is not stupid!She is just very happy and excited, her perception of the surrounding things has increased, and she is happy to see everything.

Xiao Qi: Look!I have a wand!hahahahahahahaha!

Snape:  …

Snape: Isn't this stupid what is it? !

Ah, Xiao Qi who is happy is really cute (.) Although he looks silly, he is really cute.

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