The taste of male gods is very unique

Dumbledore finally let her go after hearing the words, and Irina spent her days discussing the storybook with Hermione and studying potions with Snape at night.

Irina, who has been so busy recently, can finally take a break, because the long-awaited Valentine's Day has finally arrived. Although she has no lover, she also has no money...

Irina got up early in the morning, hugging her shoulders and yawning, pasting up notices in various colleges.

So it caused everyone to discuss endlessly.

Gryffindor: "Don't buy anything made by Slytherin"

Slytherin: "Maybe...try the storybook?"

Hufflepuff: "Ah, we can cooperate with Slytherin, she catches rape, we will make a lot of money running a newspaper, and then we can buy a lot of snacks"

Ravenclaw: "The story book? Sounds good, it would be better if someone looks like it and then pick up a pen and write it down in the book"

Irina posted the notices all over the corner of Hallwarts, and then slowly returned to the potion office.

She stepped into the office and Snape was still diligently correcting his homework.

Snape didn't even lift his head when he saw her coming in. Irina snorted and said, "Don't you welcome the professor's guests?"

Snape said indifferently: "What kind of guest are you living here? I still don't want to live here."

Irina pouted when she heard this and said, "Professor, I have only lived here for a few months and you have treated me like this. You will definitely not even look at me in the future."

Then she pretended to cry and howl in one go.

Snape frowned and said, "Say, what potion ingredients do you want?"

Is she like this?Snape was so anti-her that he made a special window for potion ingredients, and then locked it.

She didn't get that treatment... a bit jealous of those ugly potions.

Irina lay on the sofa unceremoniously and yawned non-stop, watching Snape draw p expressionlessly, sliding his hands back and forth from left to right, and carefully looked at the scars corroded by the potion on the back of his hand.

"Professor, where did the scar on your hand come from?" Irina asked as she stood up like a carp.

Snape snorted coldly: "It's the result of a Potions idiot pretending to be smart"

As soon as she heard that she was talking about her, Irina hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Professor's Valentine's Day is coming, do you have any arrangements?"

Snape said nothing, Irina squinted at him and said, "Professor, I'm afraid that on Valentine's Day, some boys will use love potions to deceive innocent girls, why don't we find an antidote?"

Snape put down the quill and said, "Miss Irina's love potion is provided by the school doctor for free. Do you think anyone will buy it from you?"

"I'm just asking." Irina said indifferently, "I'm thinking about the girls from Guangfa. By the way, I will go back in the afternoon. I still have classes in the afternoon. Remember to eat at noon. There are good things for you in the afternoon."

Snape was silent.

Irina thought this should be the default meaning, she exited with a wink, the green brick road was empty and silent, the sky was covered with snowflakes, she reached out to catch it.

Suddenly thinking of Snape's rough and scarred hands, Irina quickly withdrew them, stood there for a while, sighed and turned around to go to Gryffindor.

When the Gryffindor students saw her, they could not wait to step back three feet. There was no one in the five miles, so Irina had to use the "amplifying spell" to shout: "Hermione, I am Irina from Slytherin. I have something to ask you." please come down"

Hermione really feared and loved Irina, fearing her moodiness and loving her knowledge.

It was the coldest time in winter, and Hermione left the bedroom without thinking about dressing and tidying her hair.

Ten minutes later, Irina looked at Hermione who was shrunk in the wind and snow, cast a warming spell on her, and shouted: "Hermione doesn't need to go on, now it's snowing and it's cold, I just want to Do you have any gloves?"

Hermione looked at Irina, who was only wearing a single dress. Few people in the wizarding world would wear gloves because the magic spell could keep out the cold.

Seeing that she was silent, Irina asked again: "Is there any? If not, I will go to the library to look for it?"

Only then did Hermione realize that the library is the farthest from the cellar, so it's no wonder that Irina came to her. She smiled and said, "I have Irina, and I'll fetch it for you."

Irina herself didn't want to come out in the windy and snowy weather. She shook her head and said, "Hermione, you don't need to come out. If you find it, just throw it down and I'll follow."

Hermione felt more and more that Irina was different from the previous Slytherins, maybe it was in response to the headmaster's words "she is a good person"

Ten minutes later, Irina took out "One Hundred Ways of Weaving a Sweater" and took out a pen to write notes on it. She put another ball of green wool into her bosom before slowly returning to the Slytherin bedroom.

The lounge was very lively today. A row of senior students stood headed by Susan, staring at her with their shoulders raised and their chins raised.

Irina saw that there were so many of them, and if they fought forcefully, she would be at a disadvantage, so she quickened her pace and took a detour until she was almost at the door of the bedroom.

Her bedroom door was painted red and the lock was glued.

There is no way out, and when a crisis arises, we have to fight.

Irina adjusted her mentality, opened her lips and said "Expelliarmus" and flew towards Susan.

After a while, Susan stood there and laughed loudly: "Small tricks, I want to see how you escape today, and who will help you?"

After Susan finished speaking, all the boys standing behind her stepped forward, raising their wands in a fighting posture.

Irina was anxious. Seeing Susan's laid-back attitude, she had obviously made sufficient preparations. If she could still compete with three people, what would she do with 30 people.

Everyone thought it was a one-sided battle.

However, Irina, who had her wand removed, still defeated five senior students one after another, using Avada Kedavra.

Susan and the others formed a circle in the living room, and the person in the circle was Irina. She had already been under many spells at this time, and her armor was almost unable to hold up.

The light of death shrouded the gloomy lounge. Irina gritted her teeth and kept shouting "Avada Kedavra". She kept chanting the mantra with the determination to die, and for a moment her blue eyes turned bloody. The red eyes were there in an instant, and she didn't notice it herself.

But someone noticed, and the man slowed down a little bit. Seeing this, Irina took out the wool and strangled the man's neck forcefully. The man's wand fell to the ground with a "bang", his legs kept struggling, and his body fell down in an instant. .

Irina turned around and said lightly, "Come on, I'll take you all to meet Merlin."

The man who was strangled to death on the ground was purple and opened his unwilling eyes. Irina knelt down and poked with two fingers, digging out the bloodshot eyeball.

Facing the most trembling person in the crowd, she threw it at him, and the person dodged subconsciously, and Irina couldn't run out of the gap quickly.

The north wind was blowing, and the snow was falling. Irina clutched her chest and walked on the way to Snape's office.

When you are about to die, the person you want to see the most must be the person you love the most.

It seems to hear "Snow in a Dream" in the distance, the voice is indistinct, and from time to time it is mixed with the sad tune of "Tears".

Dumbledore stood in the fireplace covered in ashes. He took off his cloak and said, "Snape's weather is really bad today."

Snape leaned back in his chair as if he hadn't heard.

Dumbledore coughed and said, "I have something to talk to you"

Suddenly the sky was full of thunder, lightning and thunder.

In the dark sky, there were leaf-sized snowflakes, mixed with hail from time to time, and the usual blue bricks had turned into blood-red white snow.

Irina's consciousness has begun to blur, and the path she walks is completely subconscious.

Thirty against one person, like a tiger joining a pack of wolves, rushing out a way out with blood in the chaotic battle.

That's probably what the reckless man did.

The road of life is probably the same. I can only keep going without seeing the end. Irina's body is already frozen and she can't even move her fingers covering her chest.

The chill ravaged Irina's fragile body wantonly, and Irina crawled to the door of the office with the last bit of obsession.

There is a crack in the stone door, and the light of fire and the sound of conversation come out from it.

Dumbledore asked with an old and kind voice: "Snape's current situation is very pessimistic. Harry must be in danger in the future. Harry needs Irina to block the danger ahead."

Snape said in a deep and magnetic voice: "Irina is still a child, we can't do this to her"

With a clang, the inkwell on Snape's desk fell to the floor.

Dumbledore went on to say: "Snape, everything we do is for the wizarding world. Thinking about sacrificing Lily and Harry must win, the necessary sacrifice is unavoidable"

Irina listened to all this lying on her stomach in the cold snow, which had completely submerged her legs under the snow, and she was expecting Snape's answer.

She hopes that someone will always remember her.

After a while, when Irina thought she couldn't hear it, Snape finally said: "Okay."

With a simple word, Irina felt a thousand arrows piercing her heart. She let out a whimper like a trapped animal. She struggled to take out the hidden green wool from her arms and threw it at the door. The ball of wool rolled to the door and was instantly covered by heavy snow. Maybe The arrival of snow represents oblivion.

Immediately, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the wind howled, and flakes of snowflakes fell on Irina's eyelashes and melted after falling.

Warm tears dripped onto the snowdrift, forming a deep pit where Snape's bad temper, poisonous mouth, big nose, and greasy hair hid everything about him.

Irina felt that her time limit had come, and she might not be able to complete the task of blocking Harry Potter's sword. At this moment, she didn't think about anything. The sky was singing next to her ears, soothing her wounded heart softly and softly. hole heart.

She could no longer hear Snape's hurtful words, and everything would be the same without her. Snape was still everyone's old bat, and the headmaster would find another target for Harry Potter to block the knife.

Her existence is meaningless.

In the afternoon, the setting sun shone on the branches of the poplar tree. When Irina opened her eyes again, she saw a huge green snake-headed snake hissing and spitting out a snake letter. There are snakes in heaven?

The snake said, "Little master, are you all right?"