The taste of male gods is very unique

Xu felt bored. Allie read the magazine for a while, and went to find her gossiping Hufflepuff classmates. Whenever she thought of Hufflepuff, she felt a headache. She is a Slytherin who directly pulls her to ask about internal information, where she will know that she is a marginal person.

The length of the potions book made Irina sleepy the more she read it. The bright sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the window and made her feel lazy. She stretched her eyelids and barely remembered the content of the book. Pulling out an alchemy book, she is very interested in alchemy, and now there is very little hope of making money with potions, so she can only find another way.

Alchemy seems very mysterious. She almost fell in love with this book. She took the book and went to Mrs. Pince’s registration certificate to borrow it and keep it for later reading, but Mrs. Pince refused it outright. It turns out that alchemy is forbidden. The book that I can't put it down is far away from her, which makes Irina very reluctant.

Back to the cellar by the same route, she was going to take a nap.

The Slytherin portrait is a big dark green snake "Password," he said.

"Glory" Irina replied, seeing that the portrait was motionless, "Isn't it right?" she asked tentatively, the portrait was very cold and silent.

Now that her little drowsiness dissipated, Irina didn't feel a trace of warmth while bathed in the sun.

"Irina, do you take a walk too?" Cook asked ten meters away.

She didn't know how to reply to this, but fortunately, the class time was approaching, and Irina hurriedly said, "Let's start class soon, let's go together."

"Have you heard?" Cook said enthusiastically, "The professor who teaches potions is Snape. I heard that he is very eccentric and the school calls him Old Bat."

"No," said Irina, "every professor deserves respect, we shouldn't say that about professors behind their backs, and I believe Professor Snape is not that kind of person"

The conversation sounded like nothing, and Albus Dumbledore, who was wearing a purple cloak standing under the tree, kept staring at the two of them. At this moment, they didn't know that they had attracted the headmaster's attention.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Irina managed to catch up quickly. The spiral staircase is a test of her courage. Yes, she is afraid of heights. I heard that Hallwarts has flying lessons, which is a disaster for her.

The Potions class was in a basement, which was as cold as Snape's room. There were all kinds of bottles and cans on the walls, disgusting and nauseating.

The freshmen chatted non-stop, Snape pushed the door open, and the classroom fell silent for a moment.He took out the roster and counted it again, and gave Gryffindor a hard look by the way.

"You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting craft of potion-making, and since there are no foolish wands waving here, many of you will not believe it is magic," said Snape.I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the white smoke and fragrance from the slow-simmering cauldron. You won't really understand the magic of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts sway and their minds blurred. Magic... I can teach you how to raise your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death—but only if you're not one of the dumb fools I've been dealing with so often. " - from Harry Potter

At this moment Snape's momentum reached its peak, Hufflepuff was already trembling with fright, and even Gryffindor, who had always been known for his bravery, had worry in his eyes.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as Ravenclaw who is studying the language taught in his notebook, and Slytherin with a calm face.

The Potions class officially started, Snape divided them into two groups, and Irina was unsurprisingly left alone.

Snape took the chalk and wrote down the steps of making the scabies potion, and said: "I hope you make it with your brains"

Irina looked up at the steps she had already memorized, set up the cauldron, and according to the order on the blackboard, put in dried nettles, crushed snake fangs, and then put in boiled slugs with tentacles.Finally remove the pan from the heat before adding the porcupine quills.

Perfect Irina praised herself, green smoke came out of the cauldron with a "bang", and the potion in the pot spilled on her arms, causing her to squat on the ground and sweat coldly.

"Stupid," Snape growled, waving his wand to clean up the spilled potion.

With a beautiful floating spell, Irina floated around Holwarts in full view of everyone, and received all kinds of looks on the way, so many that she was numb.

Snape didn't see her off, but two of her good friends volunteered to escort her. On the way, Allie whispered, "Thank you Irina for letting us escape to the nasty Potions class."

"Is it Cook?" Ellie handed the words to Cook again, looking desperate to agree with "Yes" Cook, who looked very shy, should take the credit for saying this.

Mrs. Pondley in the infirmary is nagging: "The poor child who has been injured like this, don't worry, drink the potion and heal immediately."

Mrs. Pondray handed the potion to her mouth. The nauseous taste was almost made by Snape. She said casually, "This smell really tastes like Snape."

Mrs. Pondray took the empty bottle and said, "You are so perceptive, my child. This bottle was indeed provided by Snape."

As the wounded, Slytherin's beautiful snake refused her entry request again. Irina came to Snape's office dejectedly, and another beautiful snake asked for the "password".

Irina said casually: "Glory, potion, master, genius" She said all the words she could think of, but the door still didn't move at all, the sun had already set, and if she couldn't find a place, she could only send it under the tree.

Just as she was about to give up, the door was opened, and Snape sat on the chair and said, "What's the matter with Miss Crucible?"

Before she met Snape, she didn't know that she could have so many titles. Irina said, "Professor Snape, I can't get into the Slytherin lounge."

Snape snorted coldly: "Slytherin is the most powerful"

The implication was that she was too weak. When Irina came to the desk, the dim light shone on Snape's face, which was actually a bit pleasing to the eye.

"Anything else to say?" Snape asked uncomfortably under her stare.

"That," Irina said hesitantly, "Professor, I see that the sofa in your office is a bit dirty, let me wash it for you."

Snape glanced at her, and had to bow his head under the eaves. Irina took a deep breath and said fearlessly, "Professor, can I stay overnight?"

"No," Snape refused decisively and quickly.

Irina used her stalking tricks and shook her head like a fool, making him dizzy and said impatiently, "Quiet, just this once"

"No problem, no problem." Irina thumped Snape's shoulder doggy-leggedly. Things didn't go as she wished. Her hands were sore from the beating. Snape hadn't chased her away yet, she was just mean ...

Irina asked embarrassingly: "Professor, are you hungry, why don't you ask Shino to come over?"

"Don't keep pounding," Snape closed his eyes at some point, and ordered in an unflattering tone.

What an annoying man, Irina murmured in her heart, she raised her hand and used it as hard as she could, the man's shoulder was full of bones, but her hand hurt, and the hand she dropped gently rubbed Snape's shoulder, it was really hard Imagine how thin such a tall man is under his robe.

It was rare that Snape actually lit the fireplace, and the warm breath came over her face, which made her feel a little sleepy, and the hands that hammered her shoulders became slower and slower.

Naturally, Snape could feel it too, closed his eyes and meditated, and said calmly, "Go to sleep, you long-bodied brat, your professor didn't abuse you."

Irina nodded again and again, she had learned the essence of Snape's words, the first half of the sentence was basically ridicule, and the focus was always on the back.

After walking two steps, he stopped and said, "Well... where do I sleep tonight?"

"What do you think?" Snape didn't lift his eyelids, the cold air blowing against his face overwhelmed the warmth of the fireplace, it was chilly.

Irina had observed it when she came in, and there was only one bedroom. Although she coveted it very much, she could only think about it in her heart, otherwise Snape might make it into a potion.

"Hehehe, I think this sofa is pretty good," Irina said to herself, and walked quickly to the sofa.Thanks to her short height, she might not even have a sofa.

Sneaking a sneak peek at Snape, he was still working, the dim light hit his face and even the lines of his face softened, probably...wouldn't mind if she covered him with a blanket, right, Irina thought of herself Made his own decision.

Lying on the sofa, she still underestimated her size, and maybe she had eaten so well these two days that the sofa could no longer fit her long legs, so she had to lift them up.

Snape looked at Irina with a strange look for a few seconds and frowned, "Is Miss Irina learning monkey tricks?"

Irina choked.Obediently put down the long legs that had nowhere to rest, curled up on the sofa, and soon fell asleep soundly.

After Snape finished grading homework, he watched her head stick into the crack of the sofa, raised his eyebrows and used a spell to turn the sofa into a two-meter-large bed before returning to his bedroom to rest.