hp is happy

In the new semester, when Trista sat down at the long table in Ravenclaw, she found that the expressions of the students nearby were all looking at her with tragic expressions. "What's wrong?" Trista pushed the dormmate sitting next to her, "You all look like you are going to die." The dormmate pouted angrily at the faculty desk, and Trista's expression was immediately more exciting than everyone else's.

Severus sat quietly on the long desk of the teaching staff, looking at the entrance of the hall with blank eyes, Dumbledore sitting next to him was talking to the professor of herbalism with a smile, Trista looked desperate Looking at Anna, "Pinch me quickly, is that really Severus Snape?" Anna nodded fiercely, "Yes, you read that right, you are already the 30th time to ask this question of people"

Dumbledore introduced the new Potions professor to everyone with a happy face. After delivering the speech for the new semester, he tapped the cup in front of him with a silver spoon, and the dinner plates in front of everyone became full.On the other hand, all the students below the 4th grade happily shared their experiences during the summer vacation. The students above the 4th grade all looked constipated, especially Gryffindor, not to mention how many people participated in the bullying and fighting against Severus at that time. Cold and violent, just from the fact that he usually helps the professor look after the closed students and is famous for his poisonous tongue, everyone knows that the next day will be very sad, and I hope he is a person who doesn't care too much.

After Trista poked the fried egg in front of her with a fork, she looked at Anna with a tragic expression, "I'm dead, I handed in the assistant application last semester." At the front of the table, a needle could be heard suddenly falling quietly, Anna swallowed, "You should get it back now, there should be time."

The great shock made Trista a little groggy, and she even forgot to write a letter to Dumbledore the next day. When the prefect distributed the schedule to the seventh graders, Trista's face was pale The explosion, Monday - [-], [-], [-], [-] in the morning, big class - Advanced Potions course.

Anna worriedly looked at Trista, who was looking extremely pale next to her, "Do you want me to ask you for a leave tomorrow... just say you are sick." Trista nestled on the sofa in the lounge, resting her head on Anna shoulder, "Forget it, we have to face it."

In order to grab the best seat, Trista did not choose to go to the restaurant for breakfast, but went straight to the Potions classroom in the cellar. Unexpectedly, there was someone who came earlier than her. Trista stiffly compared herself and Anna's textbooks. Put it in the middle and back, with your back to Severus and prepare to preview the content of this lesson.

"Miss Olympand, please choose a seat that is more suitable for you." Severus said in an emotionless voice, Trista picked up the textbooks of the two of them stiffly, and walked to the front of the classroom step by step, embarrassed The young but gloomy boy in front of him smiled, "Yes, Professor."

When Anna came to the classroom with a packed breakfast, she saw Trista sitting in the first row looking at the lesson plans of this lesson with a face of despair, and when Professor Snape stood in front of her, she felt that her heaven was over. It's about to collapse.Anna's Potions is neither good nor bad, but her psychological endurance is extremely poor. When she thinks that she may be stared at making potions for a whole class, she feels that ten crucibles, let alone one crucible, are not enough. She fried it.

"Trista, help me." Anna handed over the breakfast in her hand, "You know, I will probably explode the cauldron from fright today." Trista pushed the lesson plan in front of Anna, and Anna He let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, today is about the purification of potion ingredients.

After Snape finished explaining the key points and error-prone points of material processing, he let them start to operate. When Snape inspected in front of Anna, Trista felt that Anna was shaking and almost fainted, so she had to do it deliberately. One wrong move, hoping to draw Severus' attention to himself.After thinking about it, Trista was about to throw the slug juice in her hand into the still-boiled water, but she quickly pinched her wrist with both hands, "May I ask Miss Ollivander, I didn't emphasize just now, the slug juice Can it only be put into boiling water for separation and purification?" Snape took away the notebook in front of Trista and carefully looked at the notes on it, "It seems that Miss Ollivander is very confident in her Potions. , then you definitely don’t mind coming to the cellar at night to do some voluntary labor.”

I don't mind.

The author has something to say:

I think... the newly appointed Severus would not choose to come to class with that sarcastic tone. . . .

_(:з」∠)_In other words, this book is a work of my imagination, and I don’t even know what will happen next. . . .