[HP] turns in your hand

Of course more than a little.

From the time when neither of the two of them noticed it, the relationship spread like an underwater seaweed.Looking down from above, the water surface is calm and calm, but the whole pond has already been densely covered with algae.

Chiara's eyes were distracted, she slowly raised her head, and looked directly at Snape whose expression remained unchanged.

"More than a little?" She repeated mechanically, "More than a little means, sorry, please wait a moment, English is not my first language so I need to take time to understand... More than a little... What is the problem I just had?" with?"

She blinked furiously, then asked a question that made Snape want to poke his wand in her face: "Are you sure you didn't take the Love Potion by mistake?"

Snape stood up suddenly, and the chair rubbed against the ground with a loud noise, startling Hermione and Ginny who were listening and peeping.He glanced at Chiara who was looking up in a daze, and said in a deep tone, "Follow me."

Chiara's body moved before her mind.She immediately picked up her big and small packages in a hurry, followed Snape step by step and got out of the three broomsticks.

"What's the matter?" Ginny asked Hermione quietly. "Is Chiara mad at Snape? He's going to send her back to Hogwarts for detention?"

Hermione looked complicated.

"I just said she shouldn't have gone to say hello to Snape. Now that's all right, I'll go back and get scolded before lunch." Ginny sighed, "Why don't you talk?"

Hermione looked even more complicated.

Whoever was scolded was not Chiara's.

A thin layer of snow had accumulated on the streets of Hogsmeade in early winter, and the traffic on the streets began to decrease during lunch time.Ziara slipped and ran behind Snape, but he slowed down, waiting for her to come up beside him.

They walked towards the less crowded place, and slowly came to the vicinity of the Shrieking Shack.

"What words did you not understand just now?" Snape asked softly, "Do you not understand 'like', or 'like more than a little'?"

Chiara's head was sobered up by the cold wind.

"I...I understand the predicate, I just don't understand the subject and the object." Her voice trembled, "You mean, you... made a...'like' action to me—and Is it 'more than a little liking'?"

"Although it took a long time, you finally managed to understand. Congratulations, Miss Lowe." Snape looked straight at the street ahead, "If this was in class, I should give you two points."

Suddenly Chiara reached out and grabbed his wide batwing sleeve.Snape turned his head, and he glanced at Chiara's hand that didn't even dare to use force, then raised his eyes to see her eyes shining like the sun's rays.

"But I..." she murmured, "But I'm not the type you would like at all. I'm not bright and cheerful, and I'm not particularly beautiful. I'm still mentally ill. Lost face in particular..."

The words of self-denial spat out of Ziara's mouth like eating and drinking, but Snape knew what she actually wanted to express.

"...why me?" Chiara asked.

[Is such a terrible me worthy of your liking? 】

Snape suddenly remembered an almost identical conversation that had taken place in the Potions classroom a year earlier.At that time, he was confused by Chiara's inexplicable and fierce love, and he was in a hurry and didn't know what to do.But now he knew the reason and was fully prepared to respond to her.

Under Chiara's gaze, Snape's lips twitched slightly suddenly, and then he responded with the same answer she had given.

"It can only be you."

The wind rustled through between the two of them, and Ziara slowly grasped the fabric in her hand, as if she had recaptured herself who was about to fall into the bottomless abyss.

Breathe.

Chiara, you have to breathe, you can't stop breathing.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...

The cold air was poured into the lungs, but what was also inhaled along with it was courage, joy, emotion, and too many such nutrients necessary for life.

"Have you recovered yet?" Snape asked.

Chiara said in a trance: "Not yet, I may have to wait for a lifetime."

"Then wait for the rest of your life." Snape said, "Go back."

He slowly pulled his sleeve out of Ziara's hand, and Ziara's palm was suddenly emptied. She subconsciously grabbed it forward, and lightly brushed the back of Snape's hand with her fingertips, touching Snape. Nep's heart skipped a beat, too.

He pretended to turn around as if nothing had happened, and hurried footsteps came from behind him, followed by Chiara's nervous trembling questions:

"Are we counted as being together now?"

"Then I don't know what counts."

"But I haven't graduated yet, and the school shouldn't allow—"

"Who told you to ask me to answer your question just now? I originally planned to wait until after you graduated."

"Don't worry about your mental burden! Although I look 16 years old, my mental age is actually older than that! You are not dating a minor, and you are not breaking the law!"

"……I know."

"Then can, can I ask Yeye to send you things? I bought a lot of things in the past few years. I originally wrote them in my will and wanted to give them to you. If you allow me, I can send them all to you now. "

"You wrote your will again?!"

"No! I haven't written in over a year! Those were before, before—oh yes, I bought this watch for you, and I'm giving it to you now..."

"I don't want it, you wear it yourself!"

Chiara's speech speed and tone became more and more normal, and her footsteps became lighter and lighter, until her slightly longer black hair began to fly behind her with the wind.

It feels better than drinking a euphoria.

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Chiara had never been in a relationship before.All her knowledge about love comes from various youth pain literature or online fantasy novels.But obviously, this kind of knowledge on paper cannot be applied to her and Snape - not to mention that Snape is also a person who has never been in love at all.

So she couldn't expect Snape to teach her how to fall in love in addition to Potions.

Looking around, Chiara realized for the first time that she was in a difficult situation, that she couldn't seem to ask the people around her for help.

She doesn't have too many friends, and among those who can be counted as friends, no one can even tell her love clearly.

Harry and Hermione are still incompetent and furious because the person they like is dating someone else (why did you go earlier), Pansy has been stuck in a long-term self-feeling unrequited love (change another tree, he really doesn't love You), and among the elders who are barely able to speak, it would be good if Sirius didn't separate the two. As for Dumbledore, who seems to be the most reliable...

……

Not to mention going to the principal and asking "Hi, I would like to ask how to deal with a teacher-student relationship with a professor" and whether such a question will be directly given a notice of withdrawal from school. Is it really good to refer to the failure experience?

Dumbledore: ?

So Chiara could only use the spirit of exploration she had when she was a Ph.D. student in her previous life, and began to explore with difficulty.

What should you do when you are in love?

Holding hands, hugging, kissing, and chatting.

December 12, the night of the winter solstice.

This is the longest day of night in a year, but from this day on, the days will gradually become longer and the light will return to the earth.

"dong dong"

Upon hearing the knock on the door at this frequency, Snape involuntarily straightened his back.He raised his head and looked towards the office door - Chiara's flushed face came in through the crack of the door.

"Good evening, Professor Snape," she whispered.

Her eyes scanned the entire office, and then she saw another person in the office who shouldn't be here.

Harry, who was dealing with a bucket of Flobberworms with his bare hands, was turning to stare at her with his arms in the air.

"Good evening." Snape nodded, his tone softened, "What?"

Chiara closed the door softly, and with her notebook in her arms, she slid forward next to Snape behind the desk.

"I want to study about Felix Elixir recently, but there are no detailed formulas and production methods in the textbook." She glanced at Harry, "So I wonder if you can give me some advice and guidance?"

Snape's tone suddenly increased, and he said sternly: "Take care of your things carefully, Mr. Potter, remember that you are in confinement."

Then he said to Ciara in the opposite tone: "Sit down, Miss Lowe."

Harry: ...I really appreciate you both.

Chiara gave Harry a helpless look, then pulled a chair and sat down beside Snape.She opened her notebook, which was densely packed with potions notes she had made since she got the Half-Blood Prince textbook this semester.Snape's eyes softened a lot after seeing her notebook.

Students who study hard will please the teacher no matter what.

...Although it is that kind of liking.

"This is the formula and production process I found in the library. I tried it myself in the dormitory, and there were some problems in this step. Look, this..."

Chiara turned her body to Snape's side, pointed to the content on the page with her left hand on the table, and her fingertips passed under her clear handwriting one by one.Snape looked down to recognize it, but before he could read the recipe list, something warm covered his hand quietly under the desk.

Chiara sneaked a hold on him under the desk.

Snape glanced at her sideways, and Chiara was still staring at the notebook on the table, her gaze remained the same, but her ears covered by her hair were completely red.

"What's wrong with this step?" he asked.

Chiara stumbled: "That's right, after adding sage after three turns clockwise, the smell of the potion became a little strange and weird after I added it..."

Snape took her hand back, and wrapped her tightly in his palm.

"Is sage in a ground state?"

"I cut it into segments."

"How long after the three spins did you add the sage?"

"About five seconds or so."

"..."

Snape and Chiara quickly went into a state of complete nonchalance behind their desks, and Harry picked a rotting Flobber caterpillar out of a bucket, feeling terribly complicated.

Hell, really hell.

Hermione had said last month that Chiara and Snape might be making progress, but he wasn't convinced yet.

How could the two of them have been able to talk cheek-to-cheek in front of him this month?

Do you take him for a fool? !

Chiara!Chiara, wake up!Why do you, a rich, beautiful, smart and capable girl, like Snape?

But in front of outsiders, Chiara really didn't have the guts to do it too blatantly.She tried her best to keep her expression normal, and used all her willpower to pull her hand out, and took some notes carefully.

"Is everything done?" Snape asked Harry abruptly.

Harry gritted his molars and said, "It's all over."

"Remember to call 'Sir' when you answer." Snape languidly corrected his honorific, "Learn from Miss Lowe, she has always been more polite than you."

Harry: ……………

Who's been chasing after you since first grade like Chiara? !

"Let's go when you're done." Snape lowered his head again, "Your confinement will last until the Christmas holiday, and one day of absence will extend to one week."

Harry immediately turned away in grief and indignation.

After the door of the potions office was closed, the atmosphere in the office where only the two of them were left became subtle.Ziara looked at her notebook in a daze, and Snape asked in a low voice, "Do you have any questions?"

"I..." Chiara's eyes wandered, "I have a problem that has nothing to do with studying."

"Tell me."

"Christmas...are you going to spend it at school?"

Snape looked down at Chiara's face trying to keep calm: "Miss Lowe, do you have any extra arrangements?"

Ziara clenched her hands under the desk: "I thought, if you, if you have nothing else to do, maybe I can invite you to... come to my apartment?"

After a moment of silence, Snape reached out and gently pinned back behind her ear a lock of Zia's hair that had been drawn to the side of her face.

"Okay."

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