[HP] Raven

Episode 02

Slytherin lives in the cellar, next to the scarlet lake, the environment is damp and dark, and the lights on the walls are faintly visible, which is not a good place for living.

When Alex opened his eyes, he realized that he had woken up before dawn again. Roommate Louise Goyle was snoring thickly and regularly. Greengrass, who was sleeping on Alex's right bed He didn't sleep soundly, tossing and turning, talking in his sleep.

The environment was too gloomy and cold. She sat up from the bed and lit a fire by the fireplace. After thinking about it, she returned to the bed, feeling the warm firelight and recalling the dream about her mother just now.

In fact, it was almost always the same dream that the mother would appear in, a young Muggle woman in a light blue cotton dress, standing with Alex on a golden-glowing port.The wind blew her long brown hair, and the fragrance of fruit and malt wafted from her body to the tip of Alex's nose along the gentle hair.Alex's hand was easily released by her, and after imprinting a light kiss on her daughter's cheek, the young woman stepped into a canoe with light steps, and a raven swooped Flying with fluttering wings, it stopped at the bow of her boat. The boat drifted away, and the water surface rippled with tiny ripples, like flowing gold mines.

Alex put the quilt over her face and sniffed hard. It was soap powder and peppermint water.It has been too long, and Alex can no longer remember the breath of his mother. He can only feel it in dreams, and he will only miss it more and more when he wakes up.

Everly is an unknown pure-blood family in Austria, like a rotten wooden chair that has been hidden in the cellar for 500 years, old, decayed, and not worth mentioning.Alex's grandparents and aunt were all bloodists, and the words "pure blood supremacy" seemed to be engraved in their bones, but Alex's father was rebellious by nature. eloped with the Muggle girl.

That Muggle girl is Alex's mother, who was born in a Muggle worker's family. She lived in the moors of Kent since she was a child, with light brown hair hanging on her shoulders, and honey in her amber eyes. Racking his brains to save food and money, "I always like to compete with the house elves to do housework," my father once commented.When Alex was a child, she would go to the kitchen and she would cut a piece of carrot or a green apple for Alex to chew and eat.When Alex was five years old, she suddenly fell ill, without warning, as if she walked out of the kitchen with a pot of stew one second, and fell to the ground with a black face the next second. Provincial personnel.In my memory, it was a gray winter, my father took my mother to seek medical advice and spent all the savings in the family, but the direction of her illness was still going in a direction that Alex and the others were unwilling to face.

"Alex, my dear child." The mother lay on the bed with a weak smile on her face.

Alex was still at an unreasonable age at the time, lying on the bedside and asking. "Mom, will you get better?"

Her thin, cold hands ran through Alex's dark hair. "Yes, I promise."

She whispered to Alex that she was too tired and wanted to sleep and let Alex be with her.After she was ill, there were not many opportunities for children to have close contact with her, so she readily agreed, holding her mother's hand and lying on the edge of the bed.As the night deepened, Alex fell asleep until his father came home late at night. With red eyes, he shook Alex awake and told her that her mother had passed away.

This memory is very vague, it even looks like a dream. At that time, she was still young, and the memory seemed to be covered with a layer of veil.

The time in the dark night is always difficult, and the silence tore the longing for an extremely long time. She turned over and took a sample history of magic essay issued by Professor Binns, from the origin of vampires in Romania to the signs of goblins in Poland, The fire that Alex had lit in the fireplace before gave the bed a warm smell of cotton wool, and Alex still curled up in the bed and fell asleep before dawn.

It was almost noon on Saturday when I woke up again, and I missed breakfast.Alex dawdled to get up and wash, and unhurriedly gave up the lunch that was about to ring the bell.Next to the cellar is Hufflepuff's lounge, and right next to it is the Hogwarts kitchen. Alex can go in and pack a piece of food, and then walk slowly to find an unattended grass near the school, and eat while reading .

She spent most of her days off in this way, "walking around like a ghost" at Hogwarts.

At least the lemon pie was still warm.

She sat down on the bench beside the Black Lake, opened the Potions textbook, and still hadn't finished reading Chapter 9 related to Dragon's Blood.There is nothing cute about Professor Slughorn's potions class. He moves his too bloated body, interspersing his past with different celebrities between formulas and formulas, although some over-exaggerated autobiographical colors can Effectively prevent some students from dozing off in class, the resplendent content and the noble tone of emphasizing material enjoyment can certainly make some students fascinated.

But it will also make another part of the students completely lose interest in his lectures.She unfortunately belongs to the latter, so she has to spend more time after class.

When three-quarters of the pie was eaten away, a sparrow flapped its wings and flew over, pecking at the crumbs with its small beak.This place is close to the Black Lake, and a little farther away is the Quidditch training ground. You can faintly hear the rustling sound of the broom flying and the coach's exasperated whistle.

After reading Chapter 9 and Alex was eating the last bite, someone she didn't expect walked up the gravel path on the other side of the lawn.

"Evans."

Alex had to curse Louise Gower in her heart for being blind: Lily Evans is really beautiful, her long red hair exudes a gentle fragrance, and her almond-shaped green eyes look at her with a smile. Everyone exudes a sweet vitality.In almost an instant, Alex can fully understand why James Potter is after Evans, she is the type that people can't help but like.

The pretty girl with red hair said softly. "Potter said you found my book. I wanted to say thank you."

Potter didn't take all the credit for himself.Alex was a little surprised.It seemed that James Potter was more open than she thought.

"It's nothing." She stood up from her chair and slapped the crumbs of lemon pie off her body, attracting more birds to peck unscrupulously.

Lily-Evans thought carefully. "I remember your name, Everly, don't you?"

Since Alex had never met Evans after picking up the book, she guessed that it was Black who told her Alex's name, yes, Alex was referring to the Black in Gryffindor.

The thought strikes her as dangerously off-balance, yet subtly acceptable.She nodded. "Yes. Alexandria Everly, nice to meet you."

Lily Evans showed two rows of delicate teeth when she smiled. "Best Slytherin, I've seen your name and picture on the honor list."

The honor list, Alex thought, sounded as stupid as a fugitive's wanted list, to isolate high-achieving students from the rest of the group and spread the word.

"Yeah," she agreed with a smile, "that's a great honor."

Long before they called each other by their given names, Alex had already accompanied Lily-Evans to study in the library six times, and had dinner together—not at the long dining table divided by department, of course. On the morning, the red-haired girl ran to the kitchen with a sophisticated posture to pack roast chicken, pumpkin pie, and two turquoise apples, and dragged her to the courtyard, where she found a place behind the half-wall covered by creepers. On a platform made of stone, the two sat together on the cold marble, with a piece of fresh green grass behind them. Lily said it was a "secret base", but obviously everyone could find it here.Alex guessed she meant more of a semi-open space to relax.After the girls finished eating, Lily also opened a pack of toffee finger biscuits. This kind of overly sweet dessert is not suitable for eating after a meal, but it is an acceptable snack if it is accompanied by a chat.

"Actually, you can call me Lily." The red-haired girl took a piece of toffee finger cake, bit half of it, and looked back at her with an affectionate look. "If you want, I also want to call you Alec." Sandria."

Alex's first reaction was that the idea was a bit bad, obviously, there was a too obvious intimacy in calling each other's names, which was not appropriate.Most of the wizards she came into contact with called each other by their surnames, the Chengye family and the Baiye family, and the names were only reserved for those within the family.But she guessed that it was a Gryffindor tradition for friends to call each other by their given names, and they all seemed collectivists, the kind who were close to each other.

Maybe there are other reasons too.

She hesitated, pointing out to Lily-Evans. "Please call me Alex, that's more common."

In fact, no one except her parents called her that.To her fellow students and teachers at Hogwarts, she is "Everly" and to her grandparents and aunts whom she has never met, she is "that half-breed" with negligible first and last names .

"Sounds handsome, Alex," Lily repeated.

She gave an imperceptible smile. "My mother named it to me."

"She must love you very much."

"I think so too."

Alex thought she was a sufficiently boring person, and her spiritual world was so barren that Lily-Evans quickly approached and left without stopping for a moment.She doesn't play Quidditch, doesn't play wizard chess well, hasn't been to Hogsmeade (although she'd love to see it), can't even name any close friends she has, and the only hobby that would make her Eye-popping - collect ink bottles.She never throws away empty glass bottles, they are piled up one by one in the box under the bed, black, gray, blue, red, arranged according to the nuances of color shades, dozens of densely packed The accumulation of small bottles is quite spectacular, like a ghost city built of glass hidden under the bed.Greengrass came across her hobby by chance and warned her mysteriously that collecting is a sign of insecurity.

Alex raised his eyebrows and asked "Really?" and then there was no further text.

What a sense of security is is too mysterious a concept for 13-year-old Alex.But not long afterward she disposes of the whole carton of glass bottles on one day off, and without batting an eye, hands them all over to Mr. Filch, the janitor, who cusses her to deal with them in time next time. Garbage, slowly dragging out the box of things.

She looked relieved at the empty bed, and never collected anything again, and her only hobby disappeared from her life.

Fortunately, Lily Evans can't be so enthusiastic all the time. She also has many friends in Gryffindor. She didn't mean to be cold, but she can take the initiative

There must not be much time to come to Alex.

Fortunately, a brand new hobby appeared in her life again, the kind that surprised most people even more.

She had developed enough interest in potions.

In the potion class of making low-level potions in the first and second grades, as long as you practice and recite repeatedly, you can get a grade of E or above, but the difficulty of the course rises sharply from the third grade. When most students complained, she discovered the crucible and yellow. The uniqueness of copper balances.

The school restricts students under the fifth grade from having access to experimental equipment. In order to conduct more experiments, she signed up for an extracurricular activity called "Potions Interest Group".

Very unexpected to meet Lily-Evans.Only then did Alex understand why the frequency of the other party looking for her was significantly lower recently.Lily Evans was overjoyed and graciously invited her to sit next to him, who happened to be (or rather coincidentally) a Slytherin, Severus Snape.

The Potions interest group on Saturday afternoon started to have a different meaning. When I saw Lily Evans, there was a high probability of seeing James Potter and his good friends at the gate of the Potions Laboratory after the event. Sirius - Black.

Sure enough, I saw that messy-haired Gryffindor boy at the door of the laboratory this afternoon.

"I repeat," Lily said to James Potter as she stepped out of the classroom door with the book in her arms, "Although I am very grateful for your kindness, Potter, I don't want to read—"

Although it is not the style of a gentleman to go to a theater, it is inevitable that you will hear some things that should be heard and should not be heard at the door, and this cannot be blamed on her.Alex counted the dried saffron in his hand without changing his expression, ground it into powder and added it to the crucible.

"This game is very thrilling, Evans, I really hope you can watch..." James Potter said indomitably.

Lily-Evans turned to face him calmly: "Sorry, I have other things to do."

Severus Snape stood up abruptly, walked from his console to Lily's side, sullen blood appeared on his sallow face. "Stop pestering her."

"Why are you here too, snot-nosed man? Want to taste the curse?" James Potter's face became ugly, and he stared unfriendly at the Slytherin in front of him.

Severus Snape returned his relentless salute. "I'd like to see what you're capable of, poor Potter."

James Potter drew his wand aggressively. "Anyway, it must be much better than you—"

"Potter!" Lily Evans looked really angry.

"Go to hell, Potter." As a prologue, Severus Snape cast a jinx through gritted teeth.

Alex was shaking the pink liquid in the glass bottle carefully on her operating table, not intending to interfere in this matter.Her number one secret to staying safe with a bunch of purebloods in Slytherin day and night was to keep her mind out.

The boys literally fought right at the door of the potions lab.At first, it was just James Potter confronting Severus Snape, and then probably the Gryffindor foursome were all in place, and a group of students gathered in the narrow corridor to watch the fun.Someone even whistled and shouted "Potter, show him some color!" The sound of cheers and applause almost knocked the roof off.

There were only a few swishes of wands, and the overwhelming cheers and exclamations of the crowd could tell that the victory had been drawn—Severus Snape was clearly no match for Potter.Alex held the glass bottle restlessly, glanced at the more and more students gathering in the corridor, but finally did not go forward.

Across the crowd, her eyes flicked across Sirius Black, the honorary president of the James Potter Support Club. Even if she liked Sirius, she had to admit that he was always very childish, especially when she got closer to observe After him, this conclusion has always been repeatedly confirmed.Then her eyes flicked to Peter Pedilu who was hiding behind him, the little man who was excited but didn't dare to make a lot of noise, showing his messy big teeth when he grinned secretly, and finally—the worried Lu flat.

She was so moved that she almost wanted to applaud that there was a normal person among the Gryffindor foursome.

Lupine noticed her gaze, and probably thought she was watching their joke—not Severus Snape's joke, but the four of them, their pale faces alternately red and white, ashamed as if they had been caught. The teacher punished the first grader to stand.

The students had almost dispersed after watching the excitement, and Lily Evans was flushed with anger, and she and James Potter had a big fight in the corridor.Alex packed up her things and prepared to go back to the dormitory, thinking of Snape who had just been beaten to the ground, out of some kind of humanitarianism she couldn't explain (if she had any), she might just listen to Lily and Potter's quarrel was too annoying, and she walked towards James Potter's defeated opponent.

Snape looked even more embarrassed than usual, his greasy hair was drenched and stuck to his forehead and cheeks, making his hair darker and his face paler, with a wrist protruding from the too small wizard robe , covered with purple-red abrasion marks.

"What are you doing here?" His black eyes were wet, like an angry and sad animal.

Alex took a deep breath. "if you need……"

"Go away!" He spat at her angrily, glaring at her so hard that it almost burned her out of the hole.

Past experience told Alex that Slytherins would not express their feelings so crudely. They would always stand on the clouds and express their emotions with the most delicate language and the most subtle arc.The only possibility of doing so is - going crazy.

She froze in place, the gentleness on her face finally dissipated, she didn't know whether she should continue to condolences or retort as if she was offended, or simply flee from the chaotic scene.

Lily-Evans obviously noticed what they were doing here, but as soon as she turned her head, Snape didn't know where to hide like a black hurricane, as if Lily's sight would burn him.

"Let's go, Alex." Lily's eyes were red, and she looked angry and sad.

Alex didn't know what to do with her. It was okay to be offended, but her empathy made her feel sour when she was angry.It's really strange.

Sirius Black cast an absent-minded glance at Alex as the red-haired girl pulled her past the Gryffindor foursome.

"Hey, how does it feel to be treated like a donkey's liver and lungs with good intentions?"

Even if what Sirius said was the truth, Alex could not help but frown. She couldn't tell she was offended. She has a very high tolerance for stupid things and stupid things from boys of her age, but those light words just made her feel uncomfortable , for no reason.

"Blake, this matter has nothing to do with you." Lily said impatiently, acting more excited than she was.

"Forget it, let's go."

Alex had a premonition that this was the calm before the storm, and grabbed Lily (the ghost knows that she also had a day of persuading others to make peace when they quarreled).

She looked at Sirius Black, who was bewildered by Lily's anger, and James Potter, who was not so proud beside him, and felt that the only way out at this moment was probably to leave the stupid boys and find someone else A quiet place to eat something or read a book.

Sure enough, the place where there is Gryffindor is all over the place.She complained angrily in her heart.

The author has something to say: the stalk of the ink bottle is the most satisfying detail of character creation since I wrote it... although it has nothing to do with the plot x

When Alex's mother died she was too young and didn't know what was going on, so she couldn't remember much when she grew up, which in itself was more torture than bereavement