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Trista has never experienced what it is like to make a wedding dress for someone else, but judging from Severus' gloomy expression, it is estimated that Potter appeared in the cellar, and he can make the pot of beauty potion that is boiling fell on his head.

I don't know how many couples Christmas has brought about, but the upcoming final exam has suppressed the pink breath of the whole school.

In the eyes of Severus, Trista can obviously achieve all e grades, and some special courses can even be better, but for some reason, a cauldron is spontaneously blown up every few potions classes, and it is safe Hygienic and non-corrosive.Transfiguration class sometimes writes two inches more paper work than others because they can't complete the practical operation.Even during flying lessons, according to someone who was in the class with her at the time, she broke the broomstick and fell straight into the forbidden forest

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"You... are you a troll, you can break a broom in flying class in the second grade." Severus looked angrily at Trista who was lying on the hospital bed in the school infirmary with a face of indifference. "It was Professor Slughorn who asked me to see if you had broken your neck. It's a pity it was only the broom and the leg."

"Although I don't know if Miss Ollivander's mind is filled with Achnatherum splendens, but I hope you will remember to drink this bottle of potion. I am worried that you will not be able to wear skirts because of the ugly scars left on your body."

"Ms. Poppy has a scar remover here." Trista looked at the bottle of warm black thick liquid in her hand, and silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"This is my improvement, and it won't itch after drinking it." If it wasn't because of Severus' character, who would dare to drink this black, bubbling potion.Trista pinched his nose and drank it down in one breath. Although it looked scary, it tasted good. Looking at the glass of honey water handed in front of him, Severus looked out the window awkwardly. Trista was caught by his Action Entertainment is here, "Thank you."

After Trista made a potion that just passed the passing mark for the nth time, Professor Slughorn complained in front of his proud disciples about Miss Ollivander's mediocre potions and her chaotic writing. Potions homework. "Can't believe she's a Ravenclaw, her potions are so bad."

Severus squinted his eyes and looked at the potion homework in front of him, which could be used as a t, but it was given an A out of face. If it wasn't for the words Trista Ollivander in the title of the homework, Severus Ruth could have suspected some stupid Gryffindor's homework.

"This shouldn't be your homework." It was difficult to get the agreed time, and Severus didn't boil the potion or prepare the ingredients for the potion.Instead, he moved a desk and chair and quietly watched Trista's homework and quizzes for the whole school year.Correct the typos and wrong prescriptions in the homework one by one.

"You are obviously very talented." Severus scratched his hair, unable to express what he wanted to say for a while, "Although you are only a sophomore, you have already caught up with me in many subjects. Why do you To pretend to be mediocre?" Severus rarely sprayed the venom, but looked at the Ravenclaw in front of him solemnly.In terms of study, Severus had to admit that he was not as good as this junior, maybe it was the talent of the Ollivander family, she could remember everything that happened around her at any time, every news in the newspaper, She can accurately recite the books she has read. In her own words, she has hypermemory.These ridiculously low-level mistakes are obviously made on purpose. "Why?"

"There's no reason." Trista looked at Severus who was about to explode with a grin on his face.

"You have such an outstanding talent that should be used reasonably, not squandered to remember lace gossip. If possible, you should stand at the pinnacle of a certain research field, rather than being an ordinary person."

"I think it's more dangerous to show this talent." Trista held back her smile, and looked at Severus with a serious face. "You know that person." Severus pursed his lips, "Yeah .”

"He's looking for a bitch wizard." Severus looked at her suspiciously, waiting for her next words. "As long as I know what material their wands are made of and what their length is, I can accurately match their faces and names when I see each other. If I am forced to remember their wand data, Hunting down the bitch wizard like a dog. Am I wasting this talent?"

"It's a mess outside now. Excessive display of this talent will only bring you bad luck. I know you admire that man, but I hope you think clearly. He hates Muggle blood, and you, are a half-blood wizard." Looking at Severus' pale face, Trista wondered if he should continue. "I know you like Lily Evans, whatever it is."

"I want you to think clearly, she is a sorcerer, and if you become that person's follower, you will always be on the opposite side."

Trista didn't care what Severus was thinking, got up and pushed open the classroom door, suddenly remembered something and turned around and said, "And, and that person is not a pure-blood wizard."

"You're talking nonsense." Severus rushed up angrily, pushing Trista against the door, propping the door with one hand, and pressing his wand against Trista's throat with the other. "He's the heir of Slytherin."

"Believe it or not, the Ollivander family will always only trust their own memory."

"Seeing is not believing."

"But hearing doesn't have to be in vain." Trista looked up and stared into Severus' eyes, "I hope you can stay true to your heart and not be blinded by the power brought by black magic."

As Trista expected, Severus still chose to join the Death Eaters. Although others may not be able to feel the black magic attached to the imprint, the Ollivanders, who have inherited the making of wands, can control any magical fluctuations. Capture, Severus chose not to say, and neither did Trista.

Lily also had a complete falling out with Severus, and Severus never prepared a gift for Lily again for the holidays, and Trista wisely never mentioned the name.

Trista curled up on the couch looking at mail-order catalogs, shopping for Christmas gifts for family and friends.Since the third grade was able to go to Hodmogg Village, the make-up classes on weekends were also cancelled, and Severus was still unwilling to go out to play, or to say that he was unwilling to go out to see the scene where Lily and Mr. Potter were dating.Trista, on the other hand, wanted to go out for butterbeer every week, and bring Severus a little potion ingredients and books every now and then.

Trista carefully selected a set of weighing tools in the potion shop, and a set of crystal vials that could seal and preserve precious materials.A scream made Trista look impatiently at the seniors standing at the door, "Death Eater...Death Eater" Trista followed the direction of the seniors' fingers and saw that the sky seemed to be torn apart, an ugly skeleton The headmark was revealed, and Trista stood inside the shop, hoping that if the potions shop was raided by the Death Eaters, he would be safe inside.

Trista was lucky. The Death Eaters raided the candy store next door and took away a trembling wizard before disappearing. Trista paid the money and left Hodmogg Village.Ever since the Death Eaters had become more flamboyant, Trista had tried to be more cowardly in class, with mediocre grades, disheveled brown hair and round glasses overshadowing an otherwise good looks.

Severus offered to practice Occlumency at night, and there were rumors that the Dark Lord would hold a banquet after the holidays, inviting all kinds of talented young wizards to attend.And he had to be there as a new Death Eater.

"Why do you think I'll agree to help you practice this?" Trista looked at Severus, who was struggling in front of him, "I don't want to use Dementia on you."

"I beg you."

Trista had to admit that she agreed because she was curious about Severus' memory.

"Insomnia" Trista jerked his wand out and spoke a spell to the boy in front of him.

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