[HP] Three Snapes

The following classes were carried out step by step, and there were no special accidents. In fact, as long as there is no Lockhart, it is very difficult to think of any accidents. After all, the professors at Hogwarts have rich teaching experience. It does not allow students to fall into dire danger at any time.

The only person who felt a little annoyed was probably Eloma, because after this day's class, Prince preempted almost all the items that should have been awarded to her—the only exception was Mrs. Hooch's flying lessons.

Herbalism, Prince didn't recognize it faster than her, but he could say a few more things in addition.For example, the growth environment, precautions for cultivation, and various methods and effects of medicinal use.

Regarding the history of magic, although Professor Binns didn't ask any questions, according to Eloma's observation, he was very familiar with the goblin rebellion, the differences between different races, and various magical regulations, as if he had participated in it before. .

Transfiguration, although Eloma has a high talent in this area, but what Professor McGonagall taught today was a pure theory class, which made Prince take the lead.

After sullenly having dinner in the auditorium, Eloma rejected Draco's suggestion to go for a walk by the lake, and walked to the cellar alone.

After briefly greeting her father, Eloma went directly to the storage cabinet by the wall and began to pick some materials from it.During the meal just now, she had been thinking about why she brewed the potion slower than Prince.After all, the potions they brewed were the same, and the time required was also the same, so the only difference was the method and speed of processing the potion ingredients.

Therefore, Eloma decided to start from here, honing her skills and speed, hoping to defeat him in the next potion class, regain the glory that should belong to her, and her father's approving gaze and All attention.

Well, for Eloma, that last point is the most important.

Standing in front of her console, Eloma took a deep breath and began to process the materials methodically according to the method her father had taught her.The black-haired girl was fully focused, without the slightest distraction. This is a state she has never experienced since she became proficient in the operation—her previous handling of materials was entirely based on skillful techniques and inertia, and her own thoughts would wander off. Anyway, as long as nothing went wrong, Snape didn't bother to care about her little problems.

Stopping the action of correcting the thesis, Snape leaned back in the armchair, watching his daughter's every move silently.Of course, he could see that Eloma's behavior was different from the past at this time, and he could see that Prince had dealt her quite a blow.But it's not bad, it's also time to let this little guy know what it means to have people beyond others, and there are mountains beyond mountains.

In the realm of the precise science of potions, it's not a good habit to be arrogant and arrogant.

Lowering his head, the black-haired man focused his attention on his work again, but the corners of his mouth that had been tightly pursed turned up slightly, revealing that His Royal Highness the Snake King was in a happy mood.

When it was estimated that it was almost time, Snape stopped the work he was doing again.Stretching his neck slightly, the black-robed man drew out his wand and tapped on the table, asking the house-elf to prepare a cup of hot chocolate and a plate of cream cookies for her supper according to Eloma's habit.

"Elomar, it is necessary to combine work and rest." Snape stood up, walked to his daughter, and looked at the potion ingredients that almost filled the table with satisfaction—every material was equal in size and thickness. The same, presented in front of him in the most effective posture.

"Daddy, I'm not tired yet." Eloma raised her right hand holding the silver knife, casually wiped the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her robe, raised her head and smiled at her daddy, "I'll give myself The goal is to get this all sorted out before curfew, and I don't think I'll have time for a late-night snack."

"That's a pity. It seems that Miss Aloma has lost interest in hot chocolate and butter cookies." I felt a little bit of dissatisfaction when I had supper, and this dissatisfaction turned into the words just now and blurted out.

"Daddy, you can keep it for me, and I will take it back to the dormitory to eat." Eloma just continued her work without looking up, as if she didn't notice anything wrong with her daddy at all.

Snape continued to stand beside Eloma for a while, after making sure that his daughter would not suddenly change her mind, he let out a cold snort that seemed to be dissatisfied with his big nose.Then, the man in black robe returned to his seat, staring at the steaming cup of chocolate in front of him in a daze.Perhaps, in his daughter's heart, that Prince now weighs more than himself?Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why she would voluntarily give up having supper with her—before that, Eloma had been pestering herself to eat supper.

Looking down at the papers spread out on the table, Snape felt inexplicably annoyed, and immediately attributed it to Hufflepuff's stupidity and the smell of the damned sweets.Nothing to worry about, his daughter is just his daughter and has nothing to do with that Prince!

but……

Reaching out his hand hesitantly, Snape picked up a butter cookie, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, as if what he was holding was not some night snack, but a food with strange medicinal properties.

Since you refuse supper, then there is no supper!Snape hummed, determined to teach his daughter a small lesson.Glancing at his daughter, the man in black robe quickly stuffed the cream cookie into his mouth, frowning and chewing after confirming that Aloma really didn't pay attention to his side at all.

If there is a third person in the cellar at this time, one can be amazed to see Snape's unnatural expression at this time - the black-haired man's facial muscles are extremely stiff, his cheeks are moving unnaturally, and at the same time he is frowning , as if he was eating some highly poisonous food.

Reluctantly swallowing the cookie, Snape felt that his throat was very uncomfortable, as if his entire throat was soaked in a kind of high-concentration honey, which was extremely sweet and greasy.

Reaching out to grab the cup of hot chocolate, Snape poured it into his mouth without caring much, and then another twisted expression appeared on his face.Almost using the self-control he had when resisting Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse, the black-haired man barely restrained his urge to spit out the liquid in his mouth.

Forced to swallow the horrible liquid, Snape breathed a sigh of relief and turned to muttering something in a low voice, but I'm afraid no one but himself could hear what he said.

The black-robed man quickly stood up and walked to the edge of the pool. After drinking three glasses of clear water in a row, he felt that the taste in his mouth was not so terrible-compared to eating the food just now, he would rather drink the chamaejasma potion!

food?Snape's face darkened. If his memory is correct, the taste of butter cookies and hot chocolate is definitely not what he ate just now!Although he doesn't like desserts, it doesn't mean he never eats them!In fact, after he had a stable source of income, in order to compensate himself, he ate almost all the food he could buy, and determined his tastes and preferences accordingly.

So... Snape once again cast his eyes on his daughter who was still concentrating on handling potion ingredients, and ground his teeth calmly, planning to have a good "discussion" with her about what is meant by moderation.

Throwing the chocolates and cookies just now into the drawer, Snape concentrated on continuing to deal with the papers in front of him, and marked terrible grades for one poor Hufflepuff badger after another.

In this way, Eloma didn't stop working until 10 minutes before the curfew.After packing up all the materials and utensils, the black-haired girl rubbed her sore arms and happily ran to her big-nosed daddy.

"Daddy, where are my hot chocolate and cookies?" Eloma's eyes widened, and she carefully searched for the late-night snack her daddy had just mentioned on the table.

"I ate it." Snape threw down the quill in his hand, and turned to face his daughter, with a calm complexion, and his voice was as deep and smooth as ever, with a hint of danger.

Eloma's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief, her mouth was wide open, as if an egg could be stuffed in: "Daddy! You ate all of those?"

"uh-huh!"

"Then... good night, Daddy, I think I should go to bed." Aloma suddenly felt a little guilty, if her daddy really ate all of them... No, even if he only took a bite... No way!Gotta get out of here quickly.Thinking of this, the black-haired girl kept a flattering smile on her face, but she backed up quickly, until her back was against the wall, and then she turned and rushed towards the door.

"All petrification!" Snape lazily chanted the curse sounded behind Aloma, and then the black-haired girl found that she couldn't move at all, and could only stand there straight as an decoration in the cellar.

"Daddy, it's almost curfew, I have to go back quickly... Otherwise, I will deduct points from Slytherin." Eloma's voice sounded miserable, with a hint of pleading.But because she couldn't move at all, she had no choice but to speak to a place less than three inches away from the tip of her nose. Because she didn't have a vivid expression to cooperate, this made her reason sound a little weak, not as big as it used to be Lethality.

"I'm assuming that Miss Aloma remembers that I'm the Head of Slytherin..." Snapera raised his voice, still sitting in his armchair, "Then, you should know that I can escort Any student should return to his common room to avoid demerit points."

"...Yes, sir." Aloma sighed and resigned to her fate.

"Alomar Snape!" Snape waved his wand again, and caught his stone upholstery daughter nicely.

After making sure that the little troll in front of him would not run away again, Snape untied Eloma's restraint, and squinted his eyes to look at his daughter carefully, until he looked down at her until she felt hairy all over, and then lowered his head. He expressed his dissatisfaction with a cold snort.

How dare you escape?Perhaps while admiring her courage, I should increase the severity of the punishment as a "reward"!