hp is happy

"Trista, have you heard? Our former Potions Professor, Professor Snape, who Andy became the gloomy black bat, was a double agent..."

"I've heard that, everyone in the whole department is talking about this." Trista carefully cut open the dragon's muscle tissue with a mithril knife, and carefully searched for the powerful tendons inside.

"Hush, let me tell you a secret quietly. It was Andy who told me today. I can't digest it by myself. I want to share it with you." Trista raised her head helplessly and looked at her colleague and Best friend Anna, "Professor Snape has become a Squib." Trista took a sharp breath, showing a half-smile expression, "Then can I continue to apply for the position of Potions Professor?"

"Yes!" Anna stretched out her hand to make a high-five with Trista, thinking that Trista was still busy separating the dragon's tendons, her hands were covered with a mixture of dragon blood and muscle tissue, she withdrew her hand with a look of disgust.

"Help me look through my drawer, the second one on the left, and send it directly." Just as Anna was bouncing around to go out to find the courier shared by the department, Trista stood up abruptly, "Forget it, don't send it." No, I don’t want to go.” Anna looked at Trista suspiciously, “Why not? Who knows how much you want to be a professor at Hogwarts, do you remember, when you were in seventh grade, you wrote a Send a self-recommendation letter to the principal, hoping to become an assistant professor of Potions."

Yes, Trista nodded inwardly, but you don't know what the headmaster told me when he forwarded the letter to Professor Snape.

"Please noble Miss Ollivander, use her brain full of achnatherum to think about it, does your humble old Potions professor really need an assistant?" Trista looked down at the floor, not daring to think at all Thinking of Professor Snape's current expression, he might be looking at her with a wrinkled face angrily, or looking at him with no expression as before. The professor's new shoes are quite nice, and the new robe may also be bought for class. "Maybe need a bottle of shampoo." Realizing that something was wrong, Trista said what was on her mind.Cautiously raised his head to look at Professor Snape, it was over, his face livid.

"Confinement for a week, start now!"

It's not unbearable to be confined for a week, maybe you can learn some knowledge about potions, Trista nodded and comforted herself silently.But I never expected to spend a whole week dealing with the materials needed for the lower grades, the disgusting slug, and the dwarf flower that makes a rattling sound

, as well as scalding potions and white fresh reagents made in boxes.

"It's really a little bat who only knows how to squeeze out the experience of students." Thinking that the senior who is only 4 realms higher than me has become a professor of potions, and I have fallen into a gloomy and dark cellar because of the contradictions between the two of them during their studies. Grind the fangs of vipers.

Trista raised her head and looked at Professor Snape, who was writing the lesson plans, and his greasy black hair. He asked me what brand of shampoo I sent him for Christmas. Wash it once for a week, O'Day It’s still Nini, I can’t remember, go back and ask Anna.

In fact, the relationship has been good before, hasn't it? Why did the senior suddenly become a potions professor and still have an awkward personality?

Perhaps it was the meaning of the surname Ollivander that made Professor Slughorn have a different idea. From the time he entered school, he could receive invitations to the Slug Club once a week from Old Fatty. I was too busy to enroll and turned it down. Judging from my enthusiasm for several invitations from the seniors in the academy to take classes with the Potions professor, if I don't go again, I will probably be carried over by an unknown senior.

Trista was half right, she was really taken there half-forcibly, not the senior sister but the senior.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Trista Ollivander, the professor asked me to show you the way." A male god with a face of reluctance just finished dinner and was about to return to the Ravenclaw tower. He "scrambled" out of the corner and stopped her, "I'm Severus Snape in the fourth year."

"Hmm..." Trista knew that she might not be able to escape this time, and quietly followed the greasy-haired senior Slytherin with a gloomy expression to the entrance of the cellar.

"I hope you don't say something you shouldn't say like those stupid Gryffindors." The boy stopped suddenly, and reminded this seemingly excited school girl (only on the surface) in a stiff voice. .)

Without waiting for an answer later, she pushed open the half-closed door, and Trista poked her head with some interest, who would join the slug club this time.

"Oh, beautiful Miss Ollivander, your father sent me a letter today, he said that you are not good at potions and transfiguration, I hope I can help you more, if you have time... ..." Professor Slughorn gave a look.Trista immediately got the meaning of the sentence, "It's really troublesome for the professor. I think I can learn by myself. If there is anything I can't do, I can ask the senior teacher." Professor Slughorn nodded in satisfaction . "If possible, can I ask this Senior Snape to teach me about potions? He talked to me a lot about potions on the way, and I think it's very easy to chat." Snape's face Immediately became gloomy, whoever can chat with you, you didn't say a few words in total, is it revenge?

"That's really great. I was just about to recommend him to you. He is a potion genius, yes genius:" Trista listened carefully to the professor bragging about how powerful the senior was, and turned towards Snape behind the professor. Squeezing his eyes, the moment the professor turned around, he opened his mouth and said silently, "Please give me your advice, sir." Seeing Snape's angry expression, Trista felt that it was not right to be forced to attend this party tonight. It's a shame.

The author has something to say:

I don’t know if anyone has read it_If someone jumps into the pit, I’m going to continue writing