The taste of male gods is very unique

"What's in the bosom?" Snape saw her clutching her belly tightly, and asked.

"Nothing," Irina said hurriedly, and asked attentively, "Professor, why don't you eat or not, why don't I go to the kitchen?"

"Fly here quickly" Snape cast a spell, and Irina saw the potion she had worked so hard to pick flew to the opposite side, and Ai Qiqi said: "Professor, don't be angry. I see that you don't have many ingredients for potion. I'm picking a little"

Snape snorted, and quickly put away all the ingredients for the potion. Irina's heart was bleeding. She was going to sell everything else to Snape, but now she lost all her money.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Snape, don't be so strict with Linna, this is what she worked so hard to pick, and she deserves a share."

At this moment, Dumbledore was 1.8 meters in her heart, and Irina was about to speak when Snape glanced at her coldly, and she hurriedly clarified: "Mine are all from Professor Snape, I am very satisfied with the result"

Taking a sneak peek at Snape, her face became softer, and Irina vigorously advocated: "Professor Snape is very knowledgeable, and Professor Snape loves students very much."

Seeing that she was still in control, Dumbledore couldn't bear these compliments anymore, and interrupted: "Snape, I have to leave beforehand, remember to add some apple flavor to the dental potion."

Snape said in a calm tone: "No." Dumbledore staggered and quickly opened the door and walked out.

Seeing that Dumbledore had slipped away, Irina wanted to run too, but Snape grabbed the hem of her robe. She turned her head and smiled innocently: "Professor, what are you doing pulling my clothes?"

Snape yanked it violently, and Irina fell down uncontrollably and sat down on the ground, aggrieved: "Professor, I picked these potions really just to make you happy. If you don't like it, return it to me."

"It's not bad." Snape took a large pile of potions in a very flat tone, and said, "Seeing that you like potions so much, you can be my assistant. Now go and get rid of the slugs."

Irina was so angry that she hated slugs the most. Seeing Snape's flashing smile, she was so shocked that even the slugs under her hand were pleasing to the eye.

Of course, it was only for a moment. Slugs are always one of the potions that Irina hates the most. There was a voice at the door, and she turned her head and glanced quietly through the gap. It was the person who bullied her to be locked up.

Wearing a dragon leather glove with a slug in her hand, it's too embarrassing to see a visitor like this, Irina thumped and ran to the potion room and knocked on the door, "Professor Snape is in confinement."

Snape's low voice came from inside the house: "Go and open the door to let them in."

Irina hesitated for a while: "Professor, can I rest for 5 minutes before dealing with the slugs?"

"Okay" came a peaceful voice from inside the room again.

What day is Snape so talkative today, Irina thought to herself, quickly took off her gloves and greeted her classmates as a master.

"Hi, long time no see." Irina greeted hypocritically, and Susan raised her chin and said disdainfully, "It's just climbing on the old bat's bed and pretending."

Irina's face darkened, and there were footsteps coming from behind. Snape said without expression, "Ten points for insulting Professor Slytherin, now you go to Filch's place for confinement."

Susan was unwilling to keep her mouth shut, and Irina gloated in her misfortune, she really deserved it, Snape never deducted points from Snetter, and now Susan felt a little bit, but she didn't know if her follower could protect her.

But there was concern on his face and he said: "The professor is too strict, why don't we let them deal with slugs, and it will be regarded as making up for it?"

Looking at the bucket of disgusting slugs, Bansil wrinkled his nose, secretly thinking that this Irina is really not easy, and it would be better not to provoke her in the future.

Snape didn't answer for a long time, Irina secretly tugged on his sleeve, and gestured with her eyes to save her some face.

Then, Snape did her best when she managed to get rid of the slugs and ushered in the caterpillars, and the squirming back and forth made Irina's hairs stand on end.

It was late into the night after the caterpillars were dealt with, and Snape's potion room was still brightly lit. Potions were his treasure, and he had to stay up day and night.

Irina straightened up and rubbed her sore shoulders. There was a creaking sound. She was only 11 years old, and she was afraid that she would die from exhaustion.

Taking a sip of the cold black tea on the table, Snape didn't know anyway, Irina drank it all with peace of mind, and was still a little hungry.

Walked out of the Potions Office, came to the Hufflepuff kitchen skillfully, the elves were still working dedicatedly, saw her come in with a "snap", the plates shattered all over the floor, one elf hit the wall, and then one after another, really a disaster,

Irina said in a threatening tone: "Stop it, stop it all, I need dinner, a stack of toast, a cup of hot black tea, a sausage, a corned beef sandwich"

The little elf, who got busy, finally stopped hitting the wall. Five minutes later, Irina went back with the tray, and she couldn't help yawning on the night road.

Dazedly, she saw a human face emerge from the willow tree beside her, opened her eyes wide and looked again, there was nothing in front of her eyes except the swaying branches and leaves of the willow tree, but she felt inexplicably panicked.

Irina returned to the office like a gust of wind, but Miss Snake still refused to open the door for her, so she knocked on the door: "Professor, open the door quickly."

Five minutes later, there was still silence, only the rustling of branches could be heard. Irina cast a warming spell on herself, took a deep breath and shouted: "Professor, I found a precious potion material."

Two seconds later, the door was opened. Snape frowned and stared at the tray and asked, "Where are the precious potion ingredients?"

Irina tremblingly stretched out her finger and pointed at herself: "The world is so big, it's just me, how precious isn't it?" Before Snape got angry, Irina walked into the room quickly, and called trembling.He actually put out the fireplace. It was unbearable to have no fireplace in such a cold basement.

Irina suddenly thought of something and asked: "Professor, is it true that the principal deducted your salary, and you can't even light the fireplace, otherwise, I will go to the Forbidden Forest again tomorrow and bring you back the spiders." She said blah blah blah a lot.

Snape, who was standing there like a mountain, squinted his eyes: "What makes you stupid to have such an idea, only Miss Irina, who has an empty head and a weak body, needs to light a fireplace before winter, never go to the Forbidden Forest by chance "

The familiar venom erupted again, and Irina was immune to it and glared at him and said, "I saw a human face under the willow tree today, but it disappeared after I looked at it."

Snape's face froze, "Can you see what it looks like?"

Irina shook her head: "No, but the face is quite long, maybe it's a ghost."

Snape said impatiently, "Okay, I see, now go to bed"

Already a little sleepy, she lay on the big dark green bed that Snape made for her, dreaming sweetly.

In the middle of the night with a hint of mist, Snape came to the principal's office and said directly: "A student saw a face under the willow tree. Could Dumbledore be the one who came back?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment and said, "We all know he never disappeared"

Snape said: "I'll keep an eye out"

Dumbledore said with a smile: "Snape, you have changed a lot recently. Of course, they are all in a good direction. Time flies so fast and it will soon be Lily's day."

Snape's eyes darkened and he stopped talking, Dumbledore said happily again: "Fortunately, there is still little Harry, he has a pair of Lily's eyes, it's not too early to go back and rest."

The cold wind blew on Snape's body, from the soles of his feet to his heart, and he murmured: "I'm sorry, Lily" in a sad and regretful tone.

In her sleep, Irina dreamed that Snape was crying, which scared her to wake up immediately. Snape could cry unless it rained red.

Whether it was red rain or not, Irina didn't know, but it was certain that there was hail in the sky. Snape came back in the middle of the night with a lifeless aura around his body.

Without daring to make a sound, Irina secretly opened one eye and hid in the quilt to observe. He took out a bottle of red wine and drank it one by one. His pale face became rosy after drinking. Half an hour later, he drank three bottles. At this time, he The whole person dumped on the chair.

The movement was so loud that Irina lost all sleepiness. She crept out of the quilt, walked to the leather chair, and poked his face with her fingers, but the people under her did not respond.

Irina rubbed Snape's face all over, and wrapped him in a blanket before going to sleep contentedly.

When Snape opened his eyes the next day, he felt a headache and his face hurt, and he didn't care when he remembered that he had drunk last night.

Irina was completely on the contrary. Rubbing Snape's face put her in a good mood, and she hummed a little song as she walked on the road. Today's weather is also particularly good, the sun is not scorching, but warming.

The morning class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, which spoiled Irina's mood for the day. There was a smell of garlic in the classroom. The lecture was long and lacked focus. She was reading it completely according to the textbook. When someone raised their hand to ask a question, Professor Quirrell would turn to Let's talk about the weather.

In short, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, but it also makes sense. After returning home, Irina developed air fresheners, and various flavors made her a small profit.

The same goes for classmate Cook, who provided the potion. Irina was more than capable, and Cook thanked her solemnly.

It was a very Gryffindor-like thank you. A strong hug knocked her out of her internal injuries. Touching the shiny gold Galleon these days made Irina feel so happy.

Going back to Snape's place in the past, Miss Snake was already familiar with her, so she easily opened the door for her, and as soon as she entered, she could smell the smell of alcohol.

Snape sat on the sofa and reprimanded: "Whoever allowed you to come in, let me out now."

This kind of Snape is too abnormal, Irina stood still, staring straight at him, she was busy making money these days, she didn't pay attention to Snape, his face was even more sallow, and his hair was greasy Can cook.

Irina asked in a low voice, "Professor Snape, are you okay?"